Page 58 of The Fire

“Impatient?” I croaked. “Fucking desperate?” I felt that way. And it was a sign of how far gone I was that I couldn’t make myself care.

“Beautiful.” His eyes locked on mine even as his fingers finally,finallyclosed around my cock, and I swear, I couldn’tbreathe,I was that overwhelmed by everything.

It wasn’t the sex. Or notjustthat. I was alive to every single fiber of the worn, beige carpet at my back, every shifting shadow that moved across Jamie’s cheek, every press and squeeze of his hand as he jacked me.

“Ah,holy fucking fuck,” I breathed, because I was a poet like that. “Just like that. Don’t stop.”

Which, of course, made the motherfucker stop.

“No, no, no,” I pleaded. “Keep going. You win all the contests now until forever. I concede every argument I’ve ever won. Just keep going, okay?”

“Turn over, Parker.”

“Turn?” I blinked in confusion. “Butno!I thought you were gonna… you know,” I croaked. “Taste.”

Jamie’s smile was depraved and gorgeous. “Oh, I am.”

Mother. Fucker.

I turned over without another word and let him arrange me so my ass was in the air and my chest was pressed to the carpet. Jamie’s hands kneaded my cheeks, pulling them apart, and his thumbs played the same game with my hole that his fingers had played with my cock, circling and circling without quite touching.

“Stopteasing!” I demanded. “Or I’m gonna switch places with you and show you how—Oh, holy oatcakes!”I yelled as his tongue swiped over me.

I couldfeelJamie’s laughter. “The things you say during sex, Parker.”

“I’ll be quiet,” I promised fervently as he licked me again, harder this time. “So quiet. Silent, even. Not a sound. Not a peep. Not even a…Oh fuck.” He pushed his tongue inside me and my words turned to needy whimpers.

“Mmm. So sweet.” His thumbs pulled me apart, and he speared me with his tongue once, then again and again.

I started babbling again, because of course I did. “Yes. Please. More. This is better than anything. Better than everything. Better than—”

Except then, Jamie’s spit-soaked fingers were inside me, filling me, and I had to clutch the carpet not to come right then and there as my mind went spiraling backward.

“Yes,” I moaned as he pumped in and out.

“You like that?” Jamie’s voice was dark and low, the only real thing in the world. “I know you better than anyone else in my life, and I don’t knowthisabout you. How weird is that?”

“You know,” I whispered. “Youdoknow.” Because it truly felt like he did. Like there was some kind of connection between exactly what I wanted and exactly what he did, between my brain and his hand. Like Jamie was secretly psychic.

Or maybe like the thing I wanted most of all was anything and everything Jamie wanted to give me.

“More,” I begged. “More. Please.”

“How much more? You want me to fuck you?” he asked hoarsely.

My eyes flew open in the dark. I hadn’t been thinking that, exactly. That felt likemore… like a lot more. Which was stupid, rationally speaking. There was no hierarchy of orgasms, and I was not gonna miss Jamie Burke more on Monday if I had his dick in my ass, and yet…

“Yes,” I moaned. “I… yes.”

But because Jamiewaspsychic or some shit, he heard what I was really saying, and his voice lowered even further, so he was practically growling, when he said, “Too bad. I don’t have any supplies handy, and I’m not leaving you here to go find some.”

I whimpered as he braced one hand on the floor while the other reached around my body and wrapped around my cock.

Jamie pushed up against me from behind, rocking his still-clothed cock against the cleft of my ass.

“We never did this,” he whispered. “Isn’t it crazy that we never did this?”

I swallowed, my poor blood-starved brain trying to make out his words while his thumb twisted over the head of my erection.