Page 124 of Trigger

He blinked. “What?”

“Do you want to fuck? Make out? How far…” I shook my head becauseI was rambling. “How far are we…?”

God, I could barely speak.

There were so many things we could do, and each thing that crossedmy mind made my balls ache.

He grinned. “That’s easy. You’ll be my guinea pig, Tye.”

You can use me like a guinea pig or something.

I remembered my words just as he rolled me on my back and climbedon top of me. When he started to unbutton my shirt, I blinked in confusion,unable to process the simple activity.

“I would love to be your guinea pig, Dominic,” I said, watchinghis fingers move from button to button, feeling as if I were on drugs. “But I’mnot sure if my self-control—”

When he lowered his head and licked my nipple, I gritted my teethand squeezed my eyes tight. And when he buried his face in my chest, I coveredmy face with my arm, wondering how long I would be able to take it.

Not fucking long.

“This scent of yours,” he murmured, breathing me in. “What thefuck is it?”

I wanted to ask him what the hell he was talking about, but mymind was gone. He kept inhaling me, moving his nose from my chest to my armpitto my neck, making me wonder if he too lost his mind. Then he started to lickme. First, he licked my jaw, mumbling a surprised, “Oh. A stubble.” Then helicked my neck, then the hollow in my throat, then the inner side of myforearm. When his lips found the trail of hair below my belly button, hechuckled.

“I never kissed a hairy belly before.”

“I’m glad to hear it,” I said through my teeth, hissing when hebit into my hipbone. “Ah, fuck. Cart… stop… just fucking stop.”

When he cupped my erection, I cursed all the saints and flippedhim on his back, panting.

“Jesus God, no,” I muttered, closing my eyes in concentration.“Just wait a second.”

“Why? What did I do?”

I smiled, but it hurt to smile. “I’m going to come, Dominic.That’s why.”

He grinned. “Already?”

I kissed the fucker to shut him up and then tore his shirt downthe fucking middle because I was done playing.

“Naked,” I hissed. “I need you fucking naked. Then we’ll see who’scoming first.”

“Not me, Viking,” he murmured against my mouth, making me just…vindictive.

“I’m going to fuck you into this Äldvalen if I have to, but you’recoming first,” I bit out, grinding my dick against his. No restraint this time.The bastard was pushing my buttons, and I was pushing back. Hard. Rough. Fast.His moans turned so loud I clamped a hand over his mouth, and when it didn’thelp, I shoved my fingers between his lips. My own moans reached me, but Ididn’t have a free hand to shut myself up, so I buried my face into his neck,gasping, gulping, cursing.

Too loud. We were too fucking loud.

I bit into his shoulder, hoping to stop myself, but it was toolate. I spilled into my pants with a ragged groan, just as his hips bucked andhe cried out. I felt wetness spreading over his crotch when he came, thrashingbeneath me.

Fuck. Shit. No.

“I’m s-sorry,” I breathed, hissing when another weak spurt left mydick. “F-fuck… I didn’t mean for things to go this far… Ca-Carter… Are youokay?”

I looked into his jungle greens, searching for panic there, whenhe gripped my face and slammed his lips on mine.

“The fuck did you do to me?” he murmured, mashing our lipstogether.

Oh, God, the relief.

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