Page 26 of Trick of the Flesh
“Breathe,” he says, firm but soft. His hand spreads wide across my chest, feeling the frantic rise and fall. “In through your nose. Out through your mouth. Stay here with me.”
I nod, sucking in a ragged breath and letting it go. It doesn’t fix everything, but it’s something.
“That’s it,” he praises. “See? You can let go. You don’t need to fight yourself right now. Just let me do that for you.”
I can’t look away from him—his tattoos, his eyes, the way he’s staring down at me like I’m worth something. Like I’m his entire world.
“Fuck, Caleb,” he mutters, lowering his mouth until our lips brush. “You’re perfect like this. Open. Needing me.Mine.”
When he kisses me this time, it’s not rough, not sharp. It’s steady. Claiming. His tongue slides against mine and I arch into him, clutching at his shoulders because I don’t know what else to hold on to.
He breaks away just enough to whisper, “You still want this?”
“Yes.” My voice cracks, but the word is clear. “Please, Miggy.”
That earns me another kiss, deeper, hungrier. His hand trails down my stomach, stopping just above where I’m already hard and aching. I tense, embarrassed, but he only smirks.
“Don’t think,” he says, in a voice so soft I almost don’t hear him. “Don’t ever hide from me.”
When his hand finally wraps around me, I gasp, my back arching off the bed. It’s too much and not enough, pleasure spiking sharp and raw through every nerve.
“You’re so fucking sensitive,” he groans, stroking me slowly. “Been waiting all this time for me to touch you like this, huh?”
I nod frantically, unable to form words.
His touch sets my insides on fire.
I’ve never felt this way when I touched myself.
His thumb sweeps over the head of my cock, smearing the pre-cum, and I whimper, burying my face in his shoulder. He chuckles darkly, but his other hand rubs along my ribs, grounding me again.
“Look at me,” he orders gently. I force my eyes open, meeting his. “Good. Keep your eyes on me. I need to see these pretty blue eyes when you finally break.”
It’s too much—the praise, the demand, the care hidden in the rough edge of his voice. I feel like I’m unraveling piece by piece, but for once, I’m not scared of it.
I’m safe with Miggy.
Miguel doesn’t rush. He kisses me until my lungs burn, until the noise in my head quiets to a dull murmur, until I’m trembling with need instead of panic. When he finally pulls back, his hand cups my jaw, his thumb stroking the edge of my cheekbone.
“Still with me?” he murmurs.
“Yes.” My voice is small, but it’s steady.
“Good. Then I’m going to take care of you.”
The words hit me like a jolt.Take care.Nobody’s ever said that to me and meant it.
He leans down, kissing along my throat, my chest, and my stomach, each press of his mouth grounding me deeper into the mattress. When he slides lower, I gasp and clutch at the sheets.
“Miggy—”
“Shh.” His dark eyes flick up, locking on mine. “You trust me?”
I swallow hard and nod. “Yes.”
“Then let me show you what it feels like to be wanted. Because you are so wanted, Caleb.”
His mouth closes over my aching cock before I can reply,hot and wet and overwhelming. A broken sound tears from my throat, and my hips buck helplessly. He pins me down with one strong hand, keeping me still while he works me slow and steady, tongue dragging up my shaft, lips sealing tight around the head.
