Page 26 of The Billionaire's Rival (Bad Boy Billionaires)

Jay’s aggressive kiss stole my breath. I opened to him instantly, letting him thrust his tongue into my mouth. He was fucking me with it like I wanted him to fuck my ass with the thick cock I could feel pressing against me.

“Fuck, this is good,” he said as he pulled back from the kiss and rubbed his face against mine, our stubble rasping together.

Once I could breathe again, I found enough self-control to shove at his shoulders. “We’ve got to stop, Jay.”

He rolled off me, but his hold on my hips was so tight I rolled with him and ended up straddling his waist. He reached up, brushed my hair off my forehead, and cupped my cheek. “Why is this happening?”

I shrugged. “Midlife crisis?”

He scowled. “I’m not that fucking old.”

He felt so good under me, and I wanted him desperately. It had been too long since I’d been with anyone. I’d been fantasizing about him for months, but this was so fucking wrong. He didn’t know what he was doing. He was half out of his mind talking about his apartment being watched. Unless….

I knew Miles wasn’t telling me everything about the lawsuit. Was he watching Jay or was something else going on? If Jay was in danger, I was going to do whatever was necessary to keep him safe, and I didn’t give a fuck what Miles or the others thought about that.

But that was a problem for the morning. Right now, I needed to keep us both from doing something stupid. “Jay, you’re going to regret this tomorrow.”

He shook his head. “I already regret every other fucking thing in my life.”

Damn. What was that about? “This is a really bad idea.”

“No. I want you.”

I shook my head and managed to free myself from his grip. When I got to my feet, he rolled over and came up on his hands and knees. He hung there for a moment, and I was afraid he might pass out, but he managed to get to his feet.

“Let me get you a cab home.”

“No. I don’t want to go home. I want to go to bed with you.”

He took a step toward me, and I stupidly backed myself into a wall. He was on me in a second, his lips crushing mine, his hands dragging my hips to his as he pressed his whole body against me, pushing me into the wall, reminding me of how he’d almost kissed me before putting me into a cab.

I didn’t have the strength to fight this. It was insane. It was wrong, and I was only going to feel worse in the morning, but I couldn’t stop it. He slid his hands up under my shirt, caressing my back.

“Feel so good. So different. I need this.”

“So you do like men after all?” I hoped challenging him might get him to slow down, because I was fast approaching the point of no return. My dick was all in, and the feel of Jay against me was making me lose my mind.

“Fuck, Ford. What have you done to me?”

“I haven’t done a thing.”

“You watch me with those seductive eyes. You make me want things I’ve never thought about. I need to touch you.” He reached for the fastenings of my jeans, popped the button, and drew the zipper down slowly.

He hesitated then. This was my last chance. My friends had warned me I was going to get hurt. I knew Jay was drunk as hell, but I no longer gave a fuck. I pulled my cock out and stroked it. Jay’s eyes widened, and he licked his lips.

“Have you ever watched another guy jerk off?”

“Only online. I’ve been watching videos, trying to figure out what the fuck is going on with me.”

Oh God. He’d been watching gay porn. He’d been thinking about this, so it wasn’t spontaneous.

You’re just an experiment to him. “You want to know what fucking a man is like, and you expect me to let you use me?” Why did that turn me on? Damn, I was fucked up.

“No, I want to know what fuckingyouis like. I’ve never wanted another man. You…you’ve put some kind of fucking spell on me.”

I wished I had that kind of power. “Touch me, then. Find out how it feels to wrap your hand around another man’s dick.”

He did. I gasped when he gripped me tightly, stroking me up and down. “More. Faster.”

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