Page 93 of Hide and Seek
Myles cries out and uses one hand to hold my head in place, locking me against one of the most vulnerable parts of himself,and my chest squeezes with something I can’t place at the show of trust.
“Jax,” he whispers, and more of those unnamed feelings move through my chest at the reverence in his voice as he says my name like it’s a prayer.
I shift my mouth off his pulse point and suck a hickey into the junction where his shoulder meets his neck.
“Yes,” he encourages as he slides his fingers through my hair and pushes it back from my face. “More.”
Greedily, I move up his throat, giving each spot a hard, sucking kiss that leaves his abused skin pink with my mark.
He tears at my clothes, grabbing and yanking on my sweater as he rocks his hips and frots against me with wild abandon that sends my own desire into the stratosphere.
With a growl that doesn’t even sound human, I pull him off the wall so I can walk him to his bed. He clings to me and makes little mewling noises that trigger the instinct to both protect him with my life and take him apart piece by tiny piece until he’s nothing but a whimpering, spent mess under me.
My shins hit the side of his mattress, and instead of throwing him onto the bed, I plant one knee on the edge and tip us over so I fall on top of him and cover his body with mine.
He immediately wraps his legs around my thighs and arches into me. I pin his hips to the mattress and grind down on him. He whimpers against my kiss and drags his hands down my back, his nails slipping over the material of my hoodie as he claws at me like a man possessed.
Jamming one arm under his body, I hold him against me as I simultaneously lift off the bed and crawl so we’re situated in the center of the large mattress. He falls on the covers with a surprised cry when I release him and cage him in with my arms on either side of his shoulders and my knees between his thighs, forcing him to spread them wide for me. His chest heaves withrapid, shallow breaths, and his parted lips are red and puffy from my kisses. His eyes are crazed and filled with desperate need, but there’s an air of shock around him that makes him look almost drunk.
That makes me smile, and my smile deepens when he places his hands on the bed next to mine. Taking the hint, I grip his wrists and push them into the mattress.
His eyes roll back, and the ragged sigh he lets out makes my already hard dick throb with white-hot need.
Taking his mouth again, I kiss him hard and deep and use my bulk to pin him to the bed. He meets me kiss for kiss, and I swallow the continuous stream of sighs and bitten-off moans that fall from his lips.
His cock is rock hard against mine, and he whimpers in protest when I tear my mouth from his and sit back so I’m kneeling over him.
He’s staring up at me in wonder. The heat that flares in his eyes as he drags his tongue over his bottom lip makes my dick pulse at the memories of just how good that tongue feels on my dick. Not wanting to wait even a second longer to have more of him, I strip off my sweater and toss it aside. Then I do the same with my t-shirt, leaving me in only my lightweight pants and shoes.
Myles’s eyes widen as he traces his eyes over my upper body, and it’s then I realize that he’s never seen any part of me other than my hands and my dick.
I stay still and let him look at me, and the appreciation in his gaze makes more of those weird feelings move through my chest. I know I look good. I work hard for my body, and Jace and I lucked out genetically. We’re used to being stared at, especially when we’re together, but it’s different with Myles.
The hunger in his gaze is undeniable, but there’s something else there that looks suspiciously like possession as he lifts onehand like he wants to reach for me but drops it back on the bed. Taking his wrist in my hand, I press his palm against my stomach.
His fingers flex against the hard planes of my abs as he rakes his gaze over my torso. I stay still as he gently rubs his hand down the center of my stomach, following my treasure trail until it disappears under the waistband of my pants. Instead of touching me through my pants, he runs his hand back up my stomach and over one of my pecs.
“Jesus Christ,” he mutters as he drops his hand.
“Not quite. But you can call me that if you want.”
He shoots me a flat look, but it’s ruined by the lusty gleam in his eye and the soft flush on his cheeks.
“Like what you see?” I ask, a teasing lilt in my voice.
“What do you think?”
“I think you’re wearing too many clothes, and we need to fix that.”
The spark in his eyes fades, and he puts his hands over his stomach in a protective pose.
I fall forward and catch myself on my hands, caging him in again. “You don’t want me to see what’s mine?”
He shivers under my gaze, but he can’t cover up the flare of unease that passes over his handsome face. “It’s not that, I’m just…”
I press my body down on his, and he relaxes under my weight.
“I’ve seen it all before,” I remind him. “Do you remember the night you jerked off for me in your window?”
