Page 46 of Diamond in the Rough

Jake shuddered. “Is he listening?”

“No, I sent him down to the infirmary.”

Jake gawped for a few seconds, then regained the use of his voice. “You what?”

“That sounded worse than it is. I asked him to go to the infirmary for a night so I could talk to you, privately, personally…”

“You didn’t want him to hear you sounding soft?”

“Or hard,” Maddox mumbled.

Jake widened his eyes at Maddox’s change of tone. It was darker and sterner. His heart quickened in response, and his cock thickened.

“Maddox?”

“Are you in bed?”

Jake licked his lips. “Yeah.”

“Are you wearing anything?”

“My—my boxers”

“Take them off. Put the phone on loudspeaker.”

Jake shivered at the order, and a wave of sensitivity prickled his skin. He placed the phone on his pillow as he removed his underwear.

“I’ve done it.”

“Lie down. Close your eyes.”

Jake pursed his lips and exhaled as he shuffled down the bed. He kept his eyes shut and circled his fingers around his pectoral.

“I’m gonna touch you. Your lips first…”

Jake hesitated for a second, then ran his fingers up his chest, up his throat, up his chin, to get to his mouth.

“So slight, it’ll feel more of a tickling sensation than anything…”

Jake traced the ellipse of his lips with a featherlight touch. They tingled at the tease, and his breath escaped him in pants. They dried under his harsh breathing, making them even more sensitive to the barely there touch.

“Then I’d find one of your pert little nipples, rub it between my wet fingertips.”

Jake dipped his fingers into his mouth, suckled them desperately before reaching for his nipple.

“Gently,” Maddox grumbled, and Jake nodded dumbly before rolling his nipple with the same torturous gentleness he’d touched his lips.

“And when it hardened, I’d lick it with the flat of my tongue.”

Jake groaned and pushed his hand down, squishing his nipple, imagining it was Maddox’s tongue pressing on him. Short, sharp breaths left Jake’s nose, and his heart punched in his chest, hard enough to make him dizzy.

Maddox fed the fantasy until Jake’s desperate mind reacted to his words before Jake could even process them. Listening to Maddox was an unconscious function, like his heart beating and his lungs breathing. Jake let him take over.

Maddox’s hands playing over his stomach, fingers digging into his hip, a possessive hand groping his ass. Behind Jake’s closed lids, he pictured Maddox. He imagined him looking down. Maddox, red-faced and feral, eyes dark with promise and his lips sticky with Jake’s leaking precum.

Jake widened his legs and tilted his hips, silently asking for more. Maddox didn’t seem to understand, and he forced himself to speak.

“I want your mouth?”

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