Page 86 of Hyperspeed
Jax looked over as the doors began to close, and I raised my eyebrows at his dishevelled state. He didn’t react, aside from a quick glance between me and Rev, neither of us looking much better. Jax’s expression mirrored my own—bemused and all too knowing.
Seemed like weird things were happening all over the place tonight.
The closing doors left Rev and me in silence as we ascended, leaving the lobby noise behind.
My room was on the twentieth floor, and as we passed the twelfth, we still hadn’t said a word. Rev had hardly moved, eyes locked on the mirrored walls surrounding us, and I worried that he was second-guessing things. That maybe he was uncomfortable, feeling pressured into something he didn’t want to do.
But when I opened my mouth to ask, Rev grabbed my hand and silenced me with a reassuring squeeze.
It said he still wanted me—still wanted whatever thiswas—and that was enough for me to sprint from the lift when the doors opened on the twentieth floor.
I dragged him along behind me, heart beating harder with every door we passed.
2014 . . . 2015 . . . 2016 . . .
2017.
My room.
Pressing my watch against the sensor, I exhaled a shaky breath before opening the door and pulling Rev inside.
The room was basic, furnished with a king-sized bed, two side tables, a cuck chair, a dresser, and a flat-screen TV on the wall. The bathroom had a double sink and a shower that was big enough for two.
Rev dropped my hand and walked further into the room. His eyes shifted from my open suitcase under the window to the small pile of clothes I’d left on the chair.
As he gazed around the room, I walked to the side tables, placing his award on the wooden surface. The cool-toned overhead light seemed too bright for the atmosphere we were going for, too clinical, so I opted for the softer lamplight instead.
As I circled to the other side of the bed, I felt Rev’s gaze on me. It was hot and unblinking, like prey mesmerised by the predator it couldn’t bring itself to flee, and my body shuddered with anticipation.
With the lamps on, I switched off the main light before turning to look at him.
He stood stock-still, worrying his bottom lip between his teeth. At first glance, he looked nervous, but I noticed the way his hands clenched into fists at his sides, his tail lashing back and forth with a sharp, audible swish.
The bulge in his trousers was the most obvious sign of how he was feeling. Stiff and unwavering, pressing against his zipper as though trying to break through the tight fabric.
“That looks painful,” I said, and I saw the way his cock twitched beneath his skinny trousers.
When he responded, there was a slight tremble in his voice. “What are you going to do about it?”
What Iwantedto do was leap across the room like a crazy person and take him. Push him down on the bed, shed his clothes, and taste him from head to toe.
But I forced myself to remain calm and wait. I needed to make it last.
Besides, they say good things come to those who wait . . . and I wanted really,reallygood things.
I took slow, measured steps as I approached him, stopping right at his side. My chest pressed against his shoulder, and I raised my hand to trail a single finger over his trapped cock. The touch was feather-light, but his breath hitched as I stroked up and down.
When his hips bucked, I abandoned his cock, continuing my journey upwards.
“Kai,” Rev croaked, wetting his kiss-swollen lips with his tongue.
The image of that tongue wrapped around my cock almost made me blow, and I started running through my times tables before I came in my boxers.
One times six was six. Two times six was twelve. Three times six was . . .
“What are you going to do to me?” he asked.
I exhaled into the crook of his neck, watching goosebumps ripple to life along his pulse point. Dragging my finger up his chest, the thin mesh of his shirt bunching under my skin, I whispered, “I’m going to take you apart.” My finger trailed over to his nipple. “I’m going to touch you, taste you,devouryou.”
