Page 43 of My Secret Bandit

“The one we won’t break with only one date left to get through. Even though… the only thing I can think about is finishing what I started in the car.” I lifted my lashes and dared a glance up at him. I watched the multiple colors in his eyes flair to life. A cyclone of greens and golds and browns swirled until only dark desire was visible.

“Anything you want, Jameson. You can have it.” His voice turned raspy. The jagged edge hit me like a boulder.

“So… if I did this,” I drug my hand up his thigh until I cupped him, “you’d let me?”

He didn’t respond, instead he waited, letting me decide the next move.

“If I wanted you to sit here.” I removed my hand from him, missing his stiff heat and touched the couch cushion next to me. He sat and I lowered to the floor in front of him.

“What are you doing, Jameson?”

“Anything I want.” Shaky hands ran the length of his thighs, rubbing inch by antagonizing inch until I reached the button on his jeans.

“Are you sure?”

I looked up and nodded. I wasn’t ready to go all in but I wanted this, wanted him as much as I could give him tonight.

“Tell me how you want it.”

“This is all you, baby.”

I shook my head, nerves sparking as each new tooth of the zipper came undone.

“Talk to me.” Mateo’s hand brushed my face. Lifting my chin, he lined up our eyes.

“It’s new.” I’d never done this, never wanted to. Never even had my face this close to a dick before. I wanted to do it right. I wanted him to feel good.

“I know. I can show you.” His statement was more of a question as he waited.

“Please.” Lashes dipped to the bulge straining his jeans and back up.

He huffed out a breath and his head hit back on the cushion. “Close your eyes, Jameson. I can’t have you looking up at me like that. I could come just from that look alone.”

I slid my eyes closed. Anticipation tightened in my stomach as he shifted around me.

“Okay, give me your hand.” I raised it from my thigh and jumped as his gentle grip wrapped around me. “Easy. Are you sure?” he asked again.

“Yes.”

He moved my hand, his hard, hot length rubbed my palm. I closed my fingers around him and moaned from just that one touch. He guided me. Up and down in slow, methodical strokes until I found my own rhythm.

“There you go, baby.” His fingers left to brush my cheek. “You can open your eyes if you want.”

The first thing I saw was him, staring down at me with lust burning wild behind a protective shield of adoration. I barely tightened my grip and stroked up. He laid his head back, a soft groan rumbling from his chest.

My eyes moved over the rest of him. His long neck stretched, chest taking in slow, deep breaths. I watched my thumb circle over his tip, and his bare abs tighten at the touch. He was beautiful. Long and thick and alluring in my fist, I couldn’t stop myself. I leaned, slid my tongue along him, and reveled in the noises he made. I rubbed his smooth tip against my lips before parting them and sucking off the precum. The masculine taste that could only be described as Mateo spurred me on.

I took him deeper. Using my hand to pump when my throat couldn’t take any more of him. His hand landed on my head only to quickly disappear as he hissed.

Still pumping, I looked up at him. “Touch me, Mateo.” He lifted his head and shook it. “I want you to touch me.Please.”

“I can’t,” he admitted. “If I do, this will go a lot further than you had in mind.” Even as he said it, his fingers twisted in my hair, gently tilting my head to see him. “Do it for me, Jameson. Let me watch you touch yourself, the way you do when it’s just you, alone in that dark room after dreaming of me.”

“How?” I asked, a deep, scorching blush taking over my body. How could he know that?

His voice turned gentle. His knuckles smoothed over my skin. “I know you, Jameson. I know us. I’ve had those same dreams. Lived the same fantasies, and I’ve called out your name after each one.”

My fingers were the marionette, his words the conductor. The button on my jeans gave way and the zipper slid open. I drew his hand back into my hair and he latched on. The tender pull he gave elicited a moan that started and didn’t stop until the effects landed deep between my thighs. My hand dipped low, disappearing into my jeans.

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