Page 147 of Ensnared

“I’mtwenty-eight years old,” he says against my lips. “I’ma grown-ass man,Jasper.”

Imeet his eyes, forcing steadinessIdon’t feel. “AndI’mforty-two.It’sno small difference,Lucien.”

“Eden’sonly twenty-seven, she’s even younger than me.”

Mychest squeezes at the petulance in his voice. “Edenis not, and has never been, my patient.AndIwasn’t too thrilled about her age either.Butit’s a moot point—there is nothing betweenEdenand myself.”

Lucienlicks the seam of my lips, andIshudder, then glare at him for his daring.

“Liar,” he says.Herocks his hips against me again with a helpless groan. “I’veseen you staring at her tight ass.Youlove her big eyes and pretty tits.Youlove that she’s curious and nervous and yours to do whatever you want with.Youlove that she’s young.”

Hestares at my lips, andI’mshocked again when he reaches down and cups my cock through my slacks, running his hand jealously over the length.Impatient, he pulls down my zipper and pushes his hand inside until he finds bare flesh, like a child grasping greedily for every scrap of candy he can find while his parents aren’t looking.

Mybreath hisses out.Thereare objections, somewhere.Ishould stop this.Buthis hand squeezing my dick is strangling my brain cells.

“Butthis isn’t just for her.It’smine, too.Yousaid yourself you want me.Fuckyour transference,Jasper.Life’stoo short.”

Hestrokes me roughly, punishingly, and as he does, the pressure keeping me to the wall lessens.Inseconds,Ihave him flipped so he’s back where he should be.Underme.Hishand is still down my pants, andIwrap my hand around his throat.Ibarely stop my eyes from rolling back, andIcan’t stop myself fucking his fist.

“Ishould whip you raw for grabbing me like that,”Ihiss.

Hegives me another long, firm stroke, and my pre-cum coats his hand. “Iwould have to be your submissive for you to punish me,” he taunts.

Thathit lands.Hard.I’velost control of this conversation, this argument.Myself.Itangle my hand in his hair and wrench his head back.

ThenIpress our mouths together for the very first time.

It’sa relief, a break in a storm, a burst in a dam.I’mnot gentle.Itake his mouth with my tongue, punish it with my teeth.Lucienkisses me back desperately, hungrily, sucking on me.Hisfury melts under the onslaught, and his hand stroking my dick gentles just enough to become dizzying.Hisbeard bristles against my chin.

Myorgasm builds swiftly, andIgroan into his mouth.It’sbeen more than five years since anyone else has touched me like this.MaybeI’venever been touched quite like this.

Lucienpushes me back again and it surprises me enough thatIstumble.Hedrops to his knees and takes me into his scorching, soaking wet mouth beforeIcan stop him.

Wrong.Wrong.Thisis all wrong.Ishouldn’t let this happen.

Ilook down, gripping his hair, ready to tear him off me, when he looks up.Thoseblue eyes drown me.Mydick is wet where it meets his lips, and his mouth is like a furnace.Insteadof ripping him away,Ifuck into him like a punishment, staring at him as he takes me.Herubs his tongue against me expertly, ravenously.Greedy, greedy boy.

Howdare he feel this good?

Howdare he wreck and ruin every promiseIever made?

Histhroat closes around the tip of my dick as he swallows, and that ends me.Myballs tighten, and, pressing deep into him,Iunload every filthy fantasy and broken promise right into that perfect mouth.Icome hard, and guiltily, and finish panting in shame.

Ipress a hand over my eyes, as if that can block out the sight of my betrayal asIcome down.Mythundering heart starts to slow, and my thoughts begin to filter through again.Istumble back, pulling out from betweenLucien’slips and grab at my rumpled slacks, turning and tugging them back up.

WhathaveIdone?

“Jasper?”

Ijust barely repress a flinch atLucien’stentative voice.Ishould go to him now, be a good dom.Ishould soothe him, somehow, and say... say what?Hegot what he wanted.Whathethoughthe wanted.Iwas the one in control here.Ihave the power.Iwas the one who should have stopped this.

Ican’t look at him.Ican’t stand—Ithink he might have sucked my knees and my backbone out of my cock.Sittingheavily in my chair,Istare up at the screens, wanting to cry for the first time sinceIrealized my wife was dead.

“Jasper,Iknow that got a little... out of hand, but we should talk.Thisis—It’sa good thing.”

Thatsilly bird with the yellow feathers above its beak flies into the screen again and lands on the branch.

Talk?Foronce in my life,Idon’t thinkIhave anything to say.I’vefinally done the unforgivable.Yearsof brushing close to it, toying with disaster.Yearsof resistance, andIstill failed him.

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