Page 79 of Kismet

I’ve been here—and crashed here—enough times to know that the rooms on the left-hand side of the hall are open for guests. Taking his hand in mine, I lead us to the room closest to us, and once we’re inside, I slam it shut and lock it. With my back pressed against the door, my heart beats ferociously against my ribcage as my breath comes out in heavy pants.

The energy between us is live wire, and my blood is on fire. My fingers itch to roam all over every hard plane and carved muscle on his body, and the need to feel him squirm under my tongue is immense.

His dark, heavy eyes drink me in as he reaches behind him, pulling his shirt over his head and letting it fall to the floor. Next, he pops the button on his jeans, dragging the zipper down before pushing them over his firm thighs until they pool at his feet. When he steps out of them, kicking them aside, he’s left standing before me in nothing but his black briefs that barely contain the erection threatening to break through.

My mouth waters, skin buzzing, as I take him in. He’s an absolutely beautiful human, and even getting to see him like this feels like a privilege.

His lip curls into a smirk as he closes the distance. Steady fingers push the leather off my shoulders before coming to the hem of my shirt, pulling up and over my head. Warm palms press down on my pecs before sliding around my neck. He places a short, sweet kiss on my lips before working his way along my jaw and down to my neck. His tongue dips out, licking a hot trail from the base of my neck all the way up to my ear, where he nips the lobe before soothing it with his tongue.

Goosebumps spread all over my skin and my body trembles against him. My dick is hard and aching behind my jeans, and the sheer pleasure I’m feeling just from his hands and lips on my body is overwhelming.

He continues kissing and sucking all along my neck and collarbone as his fingers trail down my torso, coming to the button on my jeans. Flicking it open with ease, he pulls the zipper down, before shoving his hand down the front, over my boxers. His hand grips my bulge, squeezing gently, and the pressure alone has me seeing stars.

As quickly as his hand is there, it’s gone, as he pushes my jeans and boxers down until they hit the ground. I step out of them, kicking them off to the side, and my breath hitches when he drops to his knees before me.

His lips place blazing hot kisses on my hips and V as he runs his hands up and down my thighs. My painfully hard erection is bobbing right next to his face, but he pays it no attention. His lips continue their wet trail down from my hips toward my thighs, only stopping to run his tongue along the crease where my leg meets my pubic area.

I swear under my breath, dropping my head back until it hits the door with a loudthud. He teases me; licking, kissing, and nipping everywhere except the spot I’mdyingfor him to get to. When the flat of his tongue runs along my sac, I swear I see God.

“Fuck,” I rasp, my hand going to his head, fingers weaving through this thick hair.

He brings his tongue to my swollen head, licking my arousal off the tip, and sending a shock wave of pleasure through my body. When he finally—finally—wraps his lips around me, I could come right then.

I haven’t been with a single other person since him five years ago, and if I don’t watch out, I will finish embarrassingly fast. Everything about what he’s doing is perfection. His mouth is hot and wet, his tongue slick and skilled as it slides and twirls around me, and the way he peers up at me beneath those thick, dark lashes is undeniably sexy.

Taking me farther into his mouth, those lust-filled, doe eyes never shy away from holding my gaze. This moment, the air around us, the sight of him at my feet, is heady. I’m stuck between wanting to devour him whole while he equally devours me and wanting to make this last forever. When this moment is over, when the dust settles, there’s no way to know if he’ll want it to happen again.

He sucks me in long, slow strokes, his tongue sliding underneath my length before twirling teasingly around the tip. When his hand cups my balls, squeezingjustright, the tingling sensation begins at the base of my spine, and I know I need to stop thisright fucking nowunless I want to blow.

“Wait, wait!” I fist his hair, pulling his head off me, as he looks up at me, dumbfounded.

He blinks up at me, lips red and swollen, glistening with his spit. “What’s the matter?”

“It’s been areallylong time since I’ve been with anyone,” I grit out. “And I don’t want to come too quickly. I want to enjoy this with you… make you feel good before I come.”

He studies me for a moment. “How long?”

Grumbling, I run my hand down my face, feeling warmth creep up my neck. “Uh, five years.”

“What?” It’s asked quietly. A whisper.

I’m unable to meet his gaze. I don’t know why this is so embarrassing for me to admit. Probably because I know he moved on, andI’mthe one that left, so logically, I should’ve moved on too. But I didn’t.

I couldn’t.

“Five years, Cash.”

He stands, face mere inches from mine. “You mean…”

“Yeah, not since you.”

“But—”

“Not tonight.Please. I’ll explain, just not tonight. Not like this.”

I watch him as he processes it, chewing on his cheek, with questions swimming in his eyes. I see the exact moment he accepts my answer—the curiosity leaves his features, and it’s replaced with a carnal type of desire.

His lips crash down on mine, tongue thrusting into my mouth, hands flying up to cup the back of my head. My hands grip his hips, hauling him toward me, bringing our bodies flush. He’s still wearing his underwear, but hisveryhard erection rubs against mine, causing a groan to bubble from my chest.

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