Page 100 of Control Freak

“Shouldn’t you be naked?”

“Um…”

“Get naked,” he ordered. “And put on one of those Ring Pops you like so much.”

A shiver went down my spine.

I didn’t know what he intended, but I knew it was something more than the kissing that was beginning to drive both of us out of our minds.

Holden urged Banshee out of the bed and over to the door. She went reluctantly until he promised her a treat.

I stripped down while he was gone and returned to the bed, staying on top of the covers, even though it was chilly.

Exposed so he could see me when he came in.

Holden returned, pausing just in front of the door, gaze roving over me. My skin prickled under his stare, and my cock, already half-hard, fully stiffened and rose to attention.

My skin ached to be touched, but I knew that couldn’t happen. Not yet. Maybe not ever. Holden looked as if he wantedto devour me, though, and my body responded to that look regardless of what was really going to happen.

“Will you undress too?” I asked tentatively.

He responded by dragging off his T-shirt and pushing down his briefs. God, the man was beautiful. He so rarely exposed himself to me, even now. I was pretty sure he wasn’t self-conscious about his body so much as the scars it wore.

I always did my best to look beyond them, but they made my heart hurt, and it wasn’t always possible to hide that from him.

Holden came into the bed, and we met in the middle, careful not to touch anywhere but our lips.

We kissed until we were both breathless and hard. Holden put his hand over mine, then guided my hand down to my dick.

Holden shifted down the bed, still holding my hand and guiding it up and down my shaft. Then, as I watched, he extended his tongue.

My breath froze in my chest.

He licked the Ring Pop on my hand—the hand that was fisted around my cock—before parting his lips to suck the candy.

I moaned, arousal thudding through me. His mouth was so close to my?—

Holden released the ring with a pop, unfolded my fingers, and tugged my hand away from my aching dick.

“Holden,” I complained, hips rising in a silent plea. My erection bobbed over my belly, oozing precum. It was so hard it felt as if it’d split right open.

And when Holden dipped his face closer, I had to fight every instinct to shove my dick at his mouth.

“Don’t tease me,” I begged. “I can’t take it.”

He flicked out his tongue over my cockhead. I gasped, heart stopping. Then he licked me again, more firmly, and my heart jolted back into motion so abruptly I wondered if I might have a heart attack.

A moan escaped me as he gently explored me with his tongue.

“Oh my god. Are you—are you sure? Don’t push yourself too far.”

Holden’s gaze flicked up and held mine. It was full of heat and want and a little rebellion.

He kept his hands at his sides, and I did the same, as he nosed along my shaft and finally closed his mouth around my cock.

I groaned so loudly there was no hope his brothers wouldn’t hear me.

He pulled off. “Be quiet while I suck your dick.”