Page 160 of Stop and Seek
Theo’s voice came soft and even: “Tell me what happened with Jagger. I want details.”
"Wha—now?”
Jesus christ,he couldn’t be serious.
"Please?" Theo whispered, tongue sliding up his cheek.
He guided Noah’s hand down to his own cock. Pressed it there and held it. Waiting.
Noah started stroking himself with sloppy, shaky fingers. No rhythm. No thoughts. Couldn’t think with Theo that close, with his cock grinding slow against Noah’s thigh.
“I hit him,” Noah said, breath catching. “With the picture. Of you.”
Theo stayed quiet. A tiny smirk at the corner of his mouth.
“I didn’ mean to go that far," he went on. "I mean—I did, but—”
Theo bit his shoulder, hard enough to sting. His hand closed around Noah’s wrist and forced him to keep moving.
Noah gasped. “Fuck—okay. Okay. He wouldn’t shut the fuck up about you. I saw red. I cracked his face with the frame and he fell. There was blood everywhere.”
That made Theo moan. Like it turned him on. Like he needed it.
He rutted harder against Noah’s thigh, slick now, his hips dragging slow and hungry. Noah whimpered and kept jerking himself off, his wrist shaking under Theo’s grip.
“I slammed him into—intosomething,” Noah said, teeth clenched. “I didn’ stop. There was glass. All over. I picked up a shard, and I—I shoved it righ' into his eye.”
His voice broke on that word.Eye. Jagger's face was going to haunt him for the rest of his goddamn life.
Worth it.Totally fucking worth it.
Noah groaned and dropped the back of his head against the tile. “Baby—please. Let me touch you. I wanna feel you come.”
Theo didn’t let go. He kept his grip on Noah’s wrist, kept his pace jerky and fast. His cock was dragging slick over Noah’s skin—so fucking hard. The way he was breathing—open-mouthed against Noah’s neck—like every word got him closer.
“Tell me,” Theo panted. “How did it feel? When the glass went in.”
“I—I dunno. Wet, I guess.”
Theo let out this whine Noah would hear for the rest of his fucking life. Not soft.Loud. His hands scrambled up Noah's body, gripping onto his shoulders harder.
“Describe it. Please.Please, Noah.”
Noah couldn’t keep up. Couldn’tbreathe.
“He didn'care about you, baby," Noah said, voice cracking. "He looked at me like I was crazy, and I shoved it right into his eye. Itpopped. Like—like when you step on fruit. Or… or break a fuckin' seal.”
Theolet out a choked sound, hips grinding harder now, slick cock dragging against Noah’s thigh. “I’m gonna—fuck.”
He likes this.
Noah’s stomach flipped. His hand stuttered.
And suddenly it all clicked.
It’s not just me. Or the coffee. Even the damn good sex.
It’s the violence. The ridiculous shit I’d do to keep him.
