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Sutton blew out a heavy exhale and finished off his beer, the bob of his Adam’s apple making me want to lean in and lick a stripe along his skin.
My mouth watered as my gaze slid down over his chest with the dark blue shirt clinging to his pecs and draped casually overthe waistband of his jeans. The bulge below, along with those tented sweats earlier, promised he packed a perfect dick.
“I wasn’t trying to trap you,” I whispered, swallowing at the rush of saliva coating my mouth over the thought of sucking him off.
“I know.”
“You always made me feel safe, and I may have had a slight crush on you.”
He chuckled, one eyebrow raised.
“Okay, so I still do,” I admitted and shrugged. “I’m needy, what can I say?”
Sutton’s eyes darkened far beyond the hint of interest I’d seen before. His pupils swelled as his gaze dipped, roaming slowly over me.
Whatever walls had stood between us no longer existed.
Fuck, honesty was a beautiful thing.
Goose bumps scattered over my skin, causing me to shiver. The memory of what I’d overheard Jamie tell Chaz about Sutton’s desire spurred me on, desperation dictating my actions. Heart racing, I slid off the couch onto my knees.
Sutton’s breath hitched, but he didn’t speak or move as I crawled the short distance between us and settled onto my heels in front of him. I’d tossed the facade aside, but rather than be honest with what I truly wanted from him, I shamefully chose manipulation, using the exact word that would get me what I hoped for tonight.
“Ineedto taste you.”
Chapter 21
Sutton
The boy had to go and say the one thing that would crumble my walls, but it was the raw desire in his eyes that assured me his tactics to get at my dick went beyond trickery. I bet my life that what he craved ran close to what I did.
Emotional connection.
Affection and affirmation.
Dark pupils ate at the blue of his irises as he stared at my groin, my cock, which had been half-hard all damned evening, thickening beneath his gaze. He licked his lower lip, but the action seemed instinctive rather than tactical, like a child filled with anticipation over a tasty treat that would be sweeter than any chocolate bar on his tongue.
He and I had been on a crash course since the night he’d shown up at Frenchie’s in August. There was no denying the magnetic pull between us, the connection of puzzle pieces created by different yet perfectly aligned needs.
But how long would this last?
My pulse hummed with steady thumps beneath my skin that had become overly sensitive to restrictive material, but I wasn’t about to rip off my clothing and fulfill my lust. This boy had beenthrough the fire, and he deserved the satisfaction of unwrapping the gift he viewed me as.
Even if I ended up trampled beneath his heel, my heart nothing but a bruised lump in my chest.
Choice made, I spread my arms across the back of the couch and widened my legs to ease the ache growing in my groin.
Jimmy took the action as the invite I’d intended, sliding into the space between my knees, trembling hands landing atop my thighs, the warmth of his palms searing me through the denim separating us. He tore his focus off my dick and stared up at me. Masks and walls had shimmered out of existence earlier, and vulnerability flared to life between us in the most honest, silent communication we had ever shared.
“Take what you need, baby boy,” I murmured.
A shudder ripped through Jimmy’s entire frame as a whimper leaked from his pouty lips, causing my dick to buck inside my jeans.
Jesus, he would be the death of me.
His hands fumbled with the button, and I lifted my hips slightly to make the dragging of my zipper over my aching cock easier.
He huffed over finding restrictive briefs in his way, but that didn’t cause him a second’s hesitation. Warm fingers fished me free from my briefs, balls and all. My shaft throbbed in his grip, and I hissed as he tugged down on my foreskin, revealing the swollen, leaking tip.
