Page 35 of Hide and Seek
JAX
Myles doesn’t putup any kind of fight as I lean a bit heavier on him and press him into the tree. In fact, he almost seems to melt against me as he lets out another of those gasp/groans that sets my already heated blood on fire.
“Last chance to walk away,” I tell him, my voice low and raspy. “Think carefully about what you choose.”
His silence tells me everything I need to know.
I can honestly say that ending up here would have been one of the last things I’d have put on my list of things that could happen today when I climbed up onto my perch in front of his window a few hours ago.
It started the same as every other time I sat there watching him, but then he did the one thing I didn’t expect, and he broke the fourth wall, so to speak, when he held up that sign asking if I was there.
No one has ever tried to communicate with me while I’ve been observing them. Hell, before Myles, no one had even figured out that I was watching them.
I could hear my brother’s voice in my head telling me not to be an idiot as I used my scouting mirror to answer. I told myself Iwas only going to do it once to fuck with him, but he kept writing questions, and I kept answering.
When he asked if I wanted to play a game with him, I assumed he was talking out of his ass and there was no way he’d actually do it, but then I watched him change into his gear and rush outside.
He had the chance to shut things down before they started, and he had the chance to do it again just now, but he didn’t. That means he’s either reckless or stupid. Either way, he’s as into this as I am.
Watching him run from me and chasing after him as I hunted him down was the hottest and most exhilarating thing I’ve ever experienced. I’ve imagined doing exactly this for years, but in my fantasies, it was never a sexual thing.
I thought the best high I could feel outside of drugs and pharmaceuticals would be to hunt someone down like prey. To see their fear as they’re reduced to their baser instincts and their entire world becomes about me. Running from me. Hiding from me. Being afraid ofme.
The difference now is that in all those fantasies, the chase was the prize. But with Myles, the chase was only the appetizer. And catching him is only the beginning of what I want to do to him.
That rush is there, but it’s overshadowed by my unexpected arousal. By the fire in my veins and the tightness in my body, by how hard I am, and how I can feel my grip on my control slipping a little bit more with each passing second. That’s never happened, but I lean into it instead of trying to fight it.
He should know what he signed up for. If not, he’s about to find out.
Myles’s breaths are coming out in quick, shallow bursts, and he lets out a soft moan when I press my dick against the swell ofhis full ass. That sound, and the way he arches his back just the slightest bit to feel more of me, spurs me into motion.
Roughly, I reach around him and cup his dick through his leggings. He’s as hard as I am, and the whimper he lets out when I give his length a firm squeeze is one of the sweetest sounds I’ve ever heard.
I might not have ever wanted to fuck around with a guy before, but the fact that I want to not just destroy Myles, but fucking own him, doesn’t freak me out. If anything, it just strengthens my desires because he’s the only person who’s ever kept my attention for more than a few minutes. He’s the first person I’ve ever really wanted.
And I don’t just want him. Ineedhim.
With a low growl, I pull him from the tree and walk him a few feet away. He stumbles along beside me, then falls to his knees when I give him a shove.
He stays like that, his back stiff and his chest heaving, as I slowly walk around him and stop when I’m in front of him. He looks up at me, his eyes bright and wide, and my cock throbs as he drags his tongue over his full bottom lip.
As much as I want to climb on top of him and fuck him into the forest floor, I hold back. For one, I don’t have any supplies on me, and spit isn’t going to cut it with the mood I’m in. But the other thing holding me back is his mouth.
I want it on my dick. Want to see his green eyes stare up at me as those lush lips wrap around my shaft.
His breath catches as I slip one hand under my hoodie and flip the pin on my belt buckle. He watches my every move, those big green eyes staring up at me with that perfect blend of fear and fascination as I pull the leather thong of my belt free.
Shifting my hand slightly, I grip the buckle and give it a hard tug, yanking it from my waist in one fluid motion.
Myles’s gasp is quiet, but still audible, and the flash of heat in his eyes is unmistakable.
He wants me, and he wants this. He just doesn’twantto want it.
The corners of my mouth tip up in a smile. Perfect.
I stand there for a few beats, and the heat in his eyes grows stronger as he looks between me and the belt I’m holding loosely at my side.
He can’t see me under my hood, especially with the ambient light around us dimming, and knowing that he’s giving in to me without even knowing who I am is what finally snaps my control.
