Page 29 of Tangled in Red

Diablo’s hand, still wrapped around his, flexed just enough for Brett to question if he’d imagined it. Only one way to find out.

Brett bit back a grin and nudged his ass again, slower this time but with a little more force. His eyebrows arched when he felt the bulge start to harden.

“You’re playing with fire, pajarito,” His warm lips grazed the shell of Brett’s ear, voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. “Careful what you start.”

“Thought you were asleep.” Total lie.

“Hard to sleep with you wiggling against me like that.” He snaked an arm around Brett’s waist, pulling him snug against his body.

“I was not wiggling,” Brett protested with another wiggle.

A low growl rumbled from Diablo’s chest. His hand slid under the borrowed shirt, calloused fingers lazy circles on Brett’s stomach. “You have any idea what you do to me?”

Brett arched back, grinding against the impressive bulge. “Show me.”

Diablo flashed a wicked grin. “With pleasure.”

“I sure hope so.” Brett returned the smile, heart racing.

He grabbed Diablo’s shirt, desperate to feel skin. Diablo broke the kiss long enough to yank it off in one smooth motion. His chest was a masterpiece of muscle and ink, tattoos sprawling across bronzed skin.

“Jesus,” Brett breathed, hands exploring the ridges and valleys of the guy’s chest. “You’re like a sculpture.”

The man’s laugh was dark and rich. “And you’re overdressed.”

Sitting up, he let Diablo slide it over his head, suddenly conscious of his pale, freckled skin against the dark sheets. Completely naked now, his cock stood fully hard against his stomach.

“Fuck, look at you,” Diablo breathed, fingers trailing down Brett’s chest to his stomach, stopping just short of his cock. Heated eyes raked over him, taking in every inch. “So beautiful.”

Diablo growled, an actual growl, before capturing Brett’s mouth in a kiss that burned through every nerve ending. Nothing gentle about it. All tongue and teeth and hunger that left Brett gasping when Diablo finally pulled back.

“Last chance to back out,” he warned, canines visibly elongating as he spoke. “Once I start, I won’t stop until you’re completely mine.”

Reaching up, he cupped Diablo’s jaw. “I’ve been yours since those glitter pens.”

His cock hardened as Diablo’s tongue traced a path down his throat. When his mouth closed around a hard nipple, Brett gasped, arching into the sensation.

“Sensitive,” Diablo murmured, teeth tugging gently before moving to the other side.

Brett’s fingers tangled in Diablo’s hair, tugging as pleasure shot through him. “Your mouth… God—”

“Just getting started, cariño.” Diablo continued his path downward, tongue tracing each freckle like connecting constellations. His hands gently gripped Brett’s thighs, spreading them wider as he sank between them.

Warm breath ghosted over Brett’s cock, making it twitch in anticipation. Looking down, he watched Diablo’s eyes flash amber again as their gazes locked. Without breaking eye contact, Diablo’s tongue traced the underside of Brett’s shaft from base to tip.

“Fuck,” Brett hissed. The sight of Diablo between his legs, those powerful shoulders spreading him wide, nearly undid him.

Diablo took him into his mouth, engulfing Brett’s cock in wet heat. Brett’s head fell back, a strangled cry escaping his lips.

“Oh god,” he gasped, fighting the urge to thrust, falling back down onto the pillow.

The grip on the base of his cock loosened as he took more of Brett in, pulling back to suck at the tip before licking down his length. Brett gripped at Diablo’s back, fingers digging into muscles.

Brett choked on a moan as Diablo sucked him back down again. His hips jerked up, but a steel cable of an arm pressed over his lower abdomen, locking his hips down. Vibrations sang along his cock as Diablo growled at Brett fighting against the arm, needing to move his hips, aching to get off.

Brett slid his fingers through silky, dark hair, holding on to anchor himself. The suction was perfect, tongue pressing against the underside of his shaft. Diablo alternated between deep, slow pulls and quick, teasing licks around the head.

He pulled off with an audible pop. “Turn over,” he commanded, voice rough.

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