Page 85 of The Revenge Game

It’s a need, an ache, an urge that feels like discovering a new hunger I never knew existed.

I trace my fingertips across his hip, keeping my touch featherlight before I trail my fingers lower, following the cut of his hip until I can take his cock in my hand.

Fuck. Because, of course, this would be another part of Justin that’s completely perfect. The weight of him, the feel of him… It’s just perfect.

Justin gasps, and those blue-green eyes meet mine and hold such raw need that I suddenly can’t breathe.

I’ve been thinking about how this is something I can give Justin. A moment of complete acceptance when he doesn’t have to hide anything.

But as Justin strokes me, kissing me deeply as he learns the ways to make me gasp and shiver, I realize it’s also about receiving something from him.

It’s more than just physical pleasure.

It’s trust. Complete, unguarded trust.

The thought makes something warm unfurl in my chest, even as guilt threatens to choke me.

I vary my strokes, paying attention to how his breathing changes, how his fingers tighten on my skin. When I brush my thumb over his tip, gathering the wetness there, his moan vibrates against my mouth.

I file that reaction away, repeating the motion until he’s trembling against me.

This is what I can give him in return for his trust. I can give him a first time with someone focused completely on him. With someone who will do anything to make him feel safe, to show him how good this can be.

He pulls back from kissing me.

“I’m going to…” he gasps.

“That’s it, come for me, baby,” I say because, apparently, I revert to a porn script when I’ve got my hands on Justin Morris’s cock.

Justin starts to come, and I’m torn between watching his face and watching his cock, each pulse matched by a flutter of those ridiculous eyelashes, like his body’s orchestrating its own symphony of pleasure.

Holy shit.

I did that. I made Justin Morris come undone.

I’m the reason his expression has transformed into something almost transcendent, his usual golden-boy charm stripped away to reveal raw, unfiltered bliss.

I don’t have time to dwell on it, though, because Justin’s mouth is back on mine, and his hand wraps around my cock with newfound confidence, like he’s determined to make me feel as good as I made him feel.

The combination of Justin’s tongue in my mouth, his hand on my cock, and my memory of his expression is enough to send me hurtling toward the edge.

Justin breaks our kiss, kissing down my neck, making my skin feel like it’s learning a new language of sensation.

“I want to see you come,” he rasps into my ear.

Oh, holy shit. Those words hit fast-forward on my orgasm.

I come so hard my vision actually whites out for a moment, Justin’s name catching in my throat.

Justin collapses half on top of me.

Oh my god. Oh my god.

I know endorphins are flooding my body right now, but this feels like more than just a chemically induced high.

This feels significant in another way.

We’re both sticky and sweaty, but neither of us seems inclined to move. Justin’s breath comes in warm puffs againstmy neck, his heart thundering where his chest presses against mine.