Page 63 of Kaz
He nipped at Miles’s lips, loving his responding groan and the wave of desire flashing through him. Miles’s fingers dug into his arms, and then he pulled back. Kaz’s eyes snapped open, taking in Miles’s flushed cheeks and wet lips.
Fuck, he was beautiful.
Miles had always taken his breath away. He was the only man he’d ever wanted. There had never been anyone else for him, and there never would be.
He didn’t notice much of the house, too busy staring at the sexy man in front of him as Miles led him up the stairs. They only made it into what he assumed was Miles’s old bedroom before he had Miles’s lips back on his, hands sliding up his chest. Hethreaded his fingers through Miles’s hair, tugging his head back to kiss him deeper, swallowing every moan and gasp as their tongues tangled in a desperate kiss.
He pulled at the hem of Miles’s shirt, dragging the fabric over his head before he started on his pants. Miles reached for him just the same, and their clothes hit the floor. He kicked his riding boots across the room and straightened, his breath catching.
Miles stood naked in front of him, and he’d never seen anything more beautiful. Amber eyes eclipsed by dark desire, dirty blond hair ruffled from his hands grabbing handfuls of it, his skin flushed with need. He wanted to kiss every inch of him.
One look at Miles’s hard cock had him backing the man toward the bed, guiding him onto it. With Miles on the mattress under him, he reached between them to wrap a hand around Miles’s thick length, stroking languidly as he said, “I want this inside me.”
Miles’s breath stuttered, and the curse that fell from his lips had Kaz smirking. A second later, he was on his back with Miles between his legs. Miles caught Kaz’s hands above his head and pressed them into the mattress, his smile downright dirty.
“Stay or I’ll tie you down.”
“Fuck,” he gasped out.
If there was someone he trusted enough to tie him up, it was Miles, but he wanted the option to touch him, so he grasped at the sheets, holding on.
Miles’s eyes shone with unchecked hunger as he ran the backs of his hands down Kaz’s arms. Miles lowered his head, pressing teasing kisses all over his chest. Kaz arched under him, need thrumming in his veins, his body burning from how desperately he wanted Miles.
Miles ran the flat of his tongue over a nipple, Kaz’s groan making his lips twitch, and then he was back to putting his lips on Kaz’s skin.
His heart skipped a beat when he realized what Miles was doing. He was kissing his tattoos. Every single one of them.
“Tell me about the new ones,” Miles said, lips barely lifted from his skin before he pressed them to another tattoo, this one under his left clavicle, right over his heart.
“I got that one after my birthday,” he said, swallowing against the lump in his throat, his hold on the sheets tightening.
Miles pulled back, the scrunch of his brows telling him Miles knew exactly which birthday he was referring to. Miles ran his fingertips over the heart tattoo, tracing the lines of barbed wire it was made up of, his bottom lip between his teeth.
“That’s for me?”
Kaz’s chest felt tight as he nodded. “I want your name in the middle.”
Miles’s sharp intake of breath didn’t surprise him. Those golden-browns turned liquid gold, and the man stared down at him with barely restrained desire.
“You want me here?” Miles asked, fingers moving to the empty middle of the tattoo.
“Yes.”
His heart was where Miles had always been. Would always be.
Miles leaned down, lips pressing against where his fingertips had just been. Kaz trembled under him, his breath rushing out with a moan.
“Where else do you want me?” Miles asked, sounding as breathless as Kaz felt.
“Everywhere.”
Miles’s wicked smile sent a bolt of lust through him.
“I know exactly where I wanna start,” Miles said and moved back, bringing his mouth closer to the part of Kaz that needed his attention the most.
Grabbing Kaz’s legs, he lifted them onto his shoulders and lowered his head. He licked a path from Kaz’s hole to his balls, gibberish spilling from Kaz’s lips when that tongue pushed inside him.
He let his head fall back on the bed, his lips parting on gasping breaths as Miles fucked him with that wicked tongue. Hands slid up his thighs, fingers digging into overheated skin, and he shook against Miles, barely holding onto his sanity as the man drove him straight to the edge before pulling back.
