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The breath whooshed out of me as he pushed me up against the wall and kissed me hard on the mouth. Whatever I’d hoped to say vanished in a single heartbeat. I tangled myself up in him body and soul and kissed him like we’d been apart for two years rather than two days.
CHAPTER 18
Will
Iwas fucking up my entire life. Briggs had been riding my ass the last few days, rarely letting me out of his sight. He didn’t ask what was wrong, but he kept me too busy to dwell on shit. At least that’s what he tried to do. It didn’t work because every waking moment was spent obsessing about Oren and the taste of his mouth. The curve of his smile. The ghost of his breath on my skin. I burned for him.
But I wasn’t brave like him, and I didn’t know how to tell him that. Words got all tangled up inside the scenarios I played in my head like bad B-rate horror flicks starring me as I scorched-earthed my life.
Pushing Oren up against the wall, I slanted my mouth over his and devoured him. Ignoring him had been stupid. Childish. Senseless. His hands slid up my sides, tugging my shirt up, slipping underneath. Warm hands pressed against my back, pulled me closer even though you couldn’t get a beam of light between us.
Oren moaned when I ground against him. It sounded like victory. Like forgiveness, and I kissed him deeper, clinging to him like I could keep him forever. Like I deserved to when I knew that was a lie.
He spun me and pressed me against the wall. My pulse jumped when he licked a line up the side of my throat. Warm, wet breath washed over my skin, making me shiver.
“You think too much,” he purred in my ear, his hand sliding down my torso.
We kissed again, more clumsy this time as Oren fumbled with my fly. Then suddenly it was open, and his hand was snaking into my pants. He gripped me over my briefs and kissed me so hard I saw stars.
If I thought too much before, I wasn’t having that problem now. Now my brain had lurched to a stop, fixating on the steady grip of Oren’s hand around my dick. The way his mouth claimed mine, teeth nipping at my lower lip, not hard enough to hurt but enough to make my knees weak.
Caged up against the wall, I had no option but to stand there and let Oren have his way with me. Well, I could stop it, but I didn’t want to. Nothing and no one had felt this good before. His body against mine made me come alive in ways I didn’t know were possible.
A soft moan tore out of me when Oren slid his hand into my briefs.
“I love how thick you are,” he murmured in my ear. “And the way it curves. So hot.”
Over the years I’d heard a lot of comments about my anatomy, but even the nicest compliments paled in comparison to Oren’s assessment. His words burrowed under my skin and made themselves at home. His approval made my head swim, and then he was dropping to his knees and were it not for the wall, I might have collapsed into a boneless heap. Well, not entirely boneless.
He looked up at me, his dark eyelashes a stark contrast against his pale skin. His eyes round and somewhat doe-eyed. My cock sprang free as Oren tugged my pants down. Seeingmy cock so near his mouth sent me spinning. As if he read my thoughts, as if he knew I’d die if he didn’t get his mouth on me, he smiled and leaned in.
He didn’t take my cock down his throat as my imagination hoped he would. But he nuzzled his face against the base of my dick, his breath a whisper over my super-heated skin. My head thumped against the wall when Oren opened his mouth and slid his tongue up the side of my cock. His hands dug into my thighs, pinning me to the wall, holding me still, probably half afraid I’d buck forward and fuck his throat.
I wanted to. God, I wanted to so much it burned to stay still and let him explore me with his wickedly gentle mouth. I couldn’t take my eyes off him if someone paid me. He was a fucking vision on his knees, and then he looked up at me and a smile curved his pretty mouth.
He held my gaze and flicked his tongue against the tip of my cock. My hips left the wall, but he shoved them back and his smile grew when I didn’t struggle against him.
His mouth was on me suddenly, and I gasped in a breath. My hands scrambled for something to hold on to, and I settled for sinking them into his hair. I simply held him and savored the feeling of the silky strands of his hair between my fingers. I made no move to control him. To pull him back or urge him deeper. I didn’t need to. Oren, as it turned out, was a fucking natural.
His tongue flattened against the underside of my cock when he took me deeper, a little deeper each time. His hands had left my thighs in favor of joining in on the fun. His explorations were achingly gentle. I bit my lip to keep some of my shamelessly needy sounds inside.
He looked up at me, grinning when he let my cock be free from his mouth. I watched as he inserted a finger into his mouth and sucked it down to the knuckle. There was ample time to stop him from what I knew he planned to do, but I spread mylegs wider—as wide as they would go with my pants around my ankles—in a blatant invitation.
My eyes closed for the span of a heartbeat when Oren’s mouth returned to my cock, taking it deeper than before. The gentle ministrations of his hands had my balls tightening even before that spit-slick finger found its way to my hole.
I held my breath until I realized he wasn’t going to just ram it in there. He teased me with it instead, applying light pressure to the rim, circling it the way his tongue circled the head of my cock.
Without meaning to, my grip in his hair tightened and Oren moaned; a sound of pure unadulterated satisfaction poured out of him, vibrating around my cock, making it leak into his mouth. I wondered what his mouth would taste like after. If my flavor would suit him.
His finger slipped inside me, and I bucked forward.
“Sorry.” The apology came out weak and thready and not at all convincing even though I meant it.
Oren responded by taking me deeper. His mouth was magical. He did things with his tongue that had me convinced he’d sucked cock before. His finger explored my hole, taking great care not to hurt me.
“You want to fuck me, Oren?” The question tumbled out of me. My hands tightened in his hair, and I was rewarded with another one of his deliciously needy moans. “I’d let you fuck me.”
I’d let him do anything to me. “I bet you’d be good at it too. Goddammit, Oren, your mouth is a fucking sin.”
