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“Fuck no.”
I licked my lips and swallowed.
“What are you waiting for, Killian? Make me come. Remind me why this is not a bad idea.”
A curl of fear built in my belly because it was probably the worst idea. If this turned into more, and then one or both of our hearts got broken, how were we going to continue our writing relationship? It could ruin everything.
His fingers threaded in my hair, and he pulled my face to look at him. “Get out of your head and put your lips on me. I want to see if that mouth feels as good as I imagined.”
So I did. I parted my lips and took him deep inside, the cool metal barbell sliding along my tongue, only further ratcheting up my own hunger for him.
“Fuck yes,” he groaned.
All I could do was grip his hips and take him further, over and over. He was too long for me to take all the way, so I wrapped my palm around his base and moved along the length of him in time with my mouth. His thighs trembled, breaths coming in harsh pants.
“Fuck, Killian. I’m close.”
I backed away and looked up at him, his whimper of protest making me reach down and open my own pants.
“Do you want me to stop?” I asked, breathless.
“Good Christ, if you stop, I might die.”
I grabbed my length and stroked furiously as I sucked him down again, the desperate, ragged moan that left him the only indication he’d reached his end. And then he jerked in my mouth, pulsing straight down my throat. His fingers tightened in my hair, and he called out my name as I came in my hand right along with him.
Backing away, I licked my lips and got to my feet, moving to wipe my hand on my pants, but he stopped me by grabbing my wrist.
“No. You tasted me. It’s only fair I clean you up.”
He lifted my palm to his mouth and licked my cum off. “It’s my turn next,” he said, his voice low and deep. Needy.
“Jamie,” I whispered, but he stopped me.
“Don’t overthink it right now. Don’t get in your head. That was fucking incredible, and I don’t want anything to ruin it.”
“We can’t let it.”
“Exactly. Besides, I’m much more inspired when I have a muse.”
I grinned. “Is Jameson Lorde saying that I’m his muse?”
He bit his lower lip, then stared me in the eyes, the only light spilling over us from the moon and making him look ethereal and beautiful.
“That’s exactly what I’m saying, Killian. Do you have a problem with that?”
“Hell no.”
“Come on, cowboy. Let’s get home, so I can take you for a ride.”
Chapter Seventeen
JAMESON
What had I been so bloody afraid of? We walked through the door of Killian’s home, and almost as soon as we were inside, he had me against the wall, his arm braced over my head, big body crowding me in the most enticing way.
“You said something about a ride,” he whispered.
“I did, yeah. Unless you’re not up for it, of course.”
