Page 25 of Hot Doggin'
“You cut?” Mac asks casually.
“Yeah, you?” I’d only seen his fully hard, so it was hard to tell.
“Nah. Still intact.”
He continues to stare as I return my gaze to the screen, and I reach into my pants again. The tip of my cock is throbbing knowing his eyes are on me. I’m dying to whip it out and stroke it freely like he is, but I can’t. I just can’t. Not yet. He’s jacking his cock while staring at me. And I’m acting like a bitch just sitting here pretending I don’t notice.
Christ, Stiles, do something!
With a loud huff, I pull my hand out of my pants and ask disbelievingly, “Are we just gonna sit here and jack off and pretend the other day didn’t happen?”
“Oh, it happened,” Mac agrees matter-of-factly. “I remember it clearly.”
His eyes burn with a challenge, daring me to go on. “We gonna talk about it?”
“You sure that’s what you wanna do?”
“Yeah, you don’t?”
Mac calls my bluff. “You just didn’t seem ready. You’ve been pretending it didn’t happen.”
“You didn’t say anything either!”
“Was waiting on you. Feeling you out.”
I’m about to kick his motherfucking ass! The movie’s all but forgotten as we turn to face each other. “You kissed me!”
“You had your hand on my cock. What was I supposed to do?”
How can he sit here looking so damn calm when I feel like every cell in my body is exploding at once. “What did you mean when you said, ‘not like this’?”
Mac reaches for the remote and pauses the movie. He lays his hand on my thigh, making all the nerve endings in my body come alive. “Four years, Stiles. Four fucking years. When were you gonna tell me you wanted to kiss me?”
Did I?“I didn’t! At least, I didn’t know I did.”
He smirks. “And now that you do? What now? You gonna wait another four years to make your next move?”
Fuck him! Fuck… fuck everything. In a flash, I surge forward and crush my mouth against his. He tastes slightly salty, like a hotdog.
Is that what his mouth would taste like after he swallows my cum?
Mac sucks my tongue into his mouth and suckles like he’s trying to gag himself with it. It’s the sloppiest, most uncoordinated kiss of my life as we fight for dominance, trying to roll each other on the narrow cushion.
“Is this what you wanted?” I grunt, splitting his thighs with my knee.
“Fucking finally.” Mac tugs at my boxers, exposing my ass enough to dig his fingers into my cheeks.
He changes the angle of our kiss, delving deeper, like he’s trying to tickle my damn tonsils. I sound like I’m out of breath,wheezing for air in between kisses. Lust flows rampant through my body, plumping my cock until it throbs, making my heart race painfully, and blood rush in my ears. My head feels light enough that I can’t chase any thought but him.More of him. His kiss, his touch.
He winces and the socket of his artificial knee scrapes my thigh. Worry replaces my haze and I sit up, struggling to catch my breath. “You okay?”
“Yeah, don’t stop.” Mac tugs on my tank top, pulling me back down, but I resist.
“Let’s move this to the?—”
He chuckles. “I’m nowhere near ready to get horizontal with you.” His face and chest are bright red. Is that what happens when he’s flushed? I did that to him. I turned his skin red.
The knowledge gives me a deep satisfaction and a feeling of possessiveness. That blush belongs tome.
