Page 40 of Ignite

“Need what, beautiful boy?”

My eyelids flutter. “Need you.”

One of his hands runs up my spine, wrapping around the back of my neck and tugging me until our mouths collide.

I groan against his lips. This has to be a dream. How else could this be happening right now?

Cain’s hand slides around to the front of my neck, squeezing hard enough to force me out of my head. My body melts into him. Dissolves beneath his rough touch as his other hand slips beneath the waistband of my boxers to grip my bare ass.

“Fuck. Ezra,” he murmurs against my lips.

His tongue claims my mouth, stroking my own in a slow, mind-numbing rhythm. He licks and sucks at me as I grind on his lap, chasing pleasure I never thought I would find in this lifetime.

When my movements become frantic, he deepens our kiss, seemingly ravenous for the little whimpers I can’t help but release.

Cain drags his mouth down to my neck. His teeth sink into my throat, painful enough to leave marks. The loud moan that comes out of my mouth could definitely be heard outside his office.

But Cain doesn’t stop. His hand tilts my jaw, giving him better access to drag his hot tongue over my Adam’s apple. His grip is punishing, andour slotted cocks provide enough friction to build pressure at the base of my spine.

“Fuck, that’s so good,” I mumble.

With the hand around my throat, Cain tips my upper body back enough to bite my nipple through my shirt. I spill hot cum unexpectedly, hips jerking for several frantic heartbeats afterward.

When the pulsing of my orgasm stops, I crack my eyes open. Desire burns in Cain’s brown and gold-flecked eyes. I take that as a sign to return the favor, skimming my hands down his solid chest and abs to unhook his belt.

Cain lifts me off his lap. Breathing heavily, he holds me by the hips until I find my balance.

“I want to,” I say, pouting.

Cain shakes his head and replies, “No more of this, Ezra. We can’t do this. No more seduction games, understood?”

Oh. Well, now I feel even more like shit, despite the fact that I just got off.

I frown. “So… pants are essential?”

“Yes. I bought you clothes, Ezra. The least you could do is wear them. Now please go back to the apartment. I’ll be there shortly.”

I can’t believe he’s kicking me out. He can’t lie and say he’s not into this. I felt the evidence. Does he not want me to touch him? Does he not think I’ll be good? I can be good for him.

Shame washes through me over my desperate behavior. I turn and march from his office, but not before dropping a “fuck you” at his door.

Maybe I’ll break something after all. Set fire to his bedroom. Run out the front door and scream at Gabriel to come pick me up. Blast holes into me and hang me on his wall of guns like atrophy.

I rinse off under a stream of hot water, replaying what happened. Shit, I came just from grinding on Cain’s lap. No wonder he put a stop to this. I couldn’t even fucking last.

Heat rushes up my neck and cheeks, and I get a bit light-headed with the steam curling around me. Slamming off the shower, I dress in comfortable layers and hide under the throw blanket on the spare bedroom floor, worried I’ll fall into too deep of a sleep and never resurface if I curl up in the soft bed.

Cain kissed me back. I didn’t make that shit up. He can’t deny it. So why did he turn me away? Why doesn’t he want me?

The lock clicks on the apartment door. I hold my breath as his footsteps thud across the floor. Listen to the thunk of his briefcase, the suction of the fridge door opening, and the crack of a water bottle lid.

I squeeze my eyes shut when his bedroom door closes, leaving me to my misery.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

EZRA

Rev promised to meet me at the gym daily on his lunch breaks.