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Tag studied him for a moment. Then, lowering his lashes, he caught Jay’s hand in his, brought it to his lips, and kissed his palm. “I’m glad.”
“Me too.”
Leaning forward, Tag kissed him, then sat back and held his gaze. “You can trust me, Jay. I promise. I’m on your side.”
That simple promise affected him far more than it should have. Jay found he could only nod. And Tag, who somehow seemed to know him inside out, simply smiled and kissed him again, lingering longer this time, biting lightly at Jay’s lips until their tongues touched and tangled, and Jay felt his heart leap helplessly towards Tag’s.
Eventually, Tag pulled back, breathless and flushed. “So,” he said, alive with the humour that was never far beneath his skin, “how about a little distraction…?”
CHAPTERNINETEEN
Tag
Evening sunlight suffused the room, turning the world warm and golden as they tumbled together onto the bed. For long minutes, Tag simply lost himself in Jay, kissing him, caressing him, tasting him—and revelling in the encouraging jut of Jay’s prick nudging against his own.
He’d learned that Jay didn’t like to be rushed, and that was more than fine with Tag. He was all for prolonging the pleasure. So he didn’t hurry, concentrating instead on Jay and his responses, cataloguing them, noting every shiver and arch of his expressive body, every sound that escaped his throat.
“What do you want?” Jay gasped eventually. “We can do anything you want. Anything.”
“Yeah?” That was new.Anything. Tag propped himself up on one elbow, studying Jay’s earnest grey eyes. Carefully, he said, “What I’d really love is to know whatyouwant.”
Colour bloomed in Jay’s cheeks. Jesus, the way this guy blushed.
“Me?” Jay looked away, unable to meet Tag’s gaze. “Anything. Honestly.”
“There must be something you’d prefer…?”
Jay didn’t answer, his gaze still averted. Embarrassed, Tag realised with an ache in his chest. He stroked a soothing hand over Jay’s chest and down towards his prick. “How about we sixty-nine?”
“Sure,” Jay said quickly, lifting his eyes to Tag’s again. “That’s good.”
Maybe so, but that wasn’tit.
“Or maybe you’d like to fuck me?”
Jay’s eyes widened, chest heaving as he sucked in a deep breath.
Warmer, Tag thought, feeling a tremor ripple through Jay’s body.Much warmer.
More softly, he said, “OrIcould fuckyou?”
Jay stared at him with mute appeal in his stormy eyes.
“Is that what you’d like?” Tag’s pulse quickened, but he kept his voice easy. The last thing he wanted was for Jay to feel pressured. “Do you want me to fuck you tonight?”
Face ablaze, Jay swallowed but he didn’t look away. And, eventually, in a rough whisper, he confessed, “Yes. I want that. I’dlovethat. But… I’m pretty useless at all this.” He gave a painfully awkward laugh. “I take bloody ages to get ready, you see, so it wouldn’t be much fun for you—”
“Are you joking?” Tag smiled, but he had to work hard to mask his anger. Had fucking Sebastian Talbot told him that? “Getting ready is half the fun. In fact, why don’t I start getting you ready right now?” He licked his lips invitingly, chuckling softly when Jay’s nostrils flared. “Like the sound of that, do you?”
“Yeah,” Jay breathed. “But only if you want…”
“Idowant.” Smiling, Tag shimmied down the bed, settling between Jay’s thighs, before leaning back briefly to admire the view. There was no doubt that Jay was a beautiful man. Golden skin, burnished by the evening light, dark hair gleaming, eyes like storm clouds… and yes, a very nice cock too. Wrapping his fingers around its satiny length, he gave it a few slow, teasing strokes.
Glancing up again, he caught Jay’s lust-dazzled expression, his fingers clenched in the sheets, and felt a bolt of joy go through him. Joy, but with something else in it too. Something that chewed almost painfully at the edges of his heart. That was too much to think about right now, though, so he lowered his head and went to town, kissing, licking, and nuzzling Jay’s prick, slowly but surely leading him towards the edge. No rush, no pressure, just building pleasure. And itwaspleasure, for Tag too, his cock pulsing with unmet need, every nerve tingling in anticipation.
“You’re gonna have to—” Jay gasped at last, his voice wrecked and desperate. “—stop, or—something. Because I’m gonna come before you even get inside me at this rate, and there’s no way I’ll be able to take you after that. Sorry.”
Jesus Christ. The need in Jay’s voice. What that did to Tag’s prick. He slowly drew off Jay’s cock and sat back on his heels, meeting Jay’s wild gaze. “Don’t worry,” he said, his tone low and deliberate. “I’m going to get you so ready for me that by the time I sink inside you, you’ll come in about two seconds.” He smiled slowly, wickedly. “And then I’ll fuck you till you come all over again.”