Cross the Line

Then, tearing his mouth away from mine, he dropped to his knees in the sand.

He looked up at me for a moment with a heavy, lustful gaze, before wrapping his lips around my cock. My fingers gripped his short hair as he plunged forwards, taking my entire length into his throat.

“Oh, fuck.” My balls tightened and I came down his throat, my dick jerking in his mouth as he swallowed everything I gave him.

He released my cock and straightened up, wiping his mouth as I collapsed back against the rock face on shaking legs. Once I got my breath back, I pulled him to me. “I’ve never…fuck, Preston. I’ve never come so fast in my life. I couldn’t hold out. As soon as you had your mouth on me, it was game over.”

A slow, satisfied smile spread across his face, and he pressed a kiss to my jaw. “I’ll take it as a compliment. I got you wound up so tightly that you were ready to explode.”

“Yeah, maybe. Kind of embarrassing, though,” I muttered.

“Hey, I didn’t last much longer.” His mouth moved to my neck, and he licked across my skin, making me shiver. “That was the best damn hand job I’ve ever had.”

“Yeah?”

He raised his head to look at me. “Yeah. I said it before, and I’ll say it again. You drive me crazy, Kian Courtland.” Reaching out his hand, he took mine, and pressed it to the bulge straining against his jeans. “See what you do to me?”

My own cock stirred as I lightly squeezed him through his jeans, extracting a low moan from his mouth. I leaned closer to him. “I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing, but I don’t want to stop.”

“Want to come home with me? We’ll have the house to ourselves all night.” He spoke the words against my lips, his voice a suggestive rumble

that had me zipping up my jeans at a record rate and flying over to where my hoodie lay discarded on the sand. I picked it up, shaking the sand off it, and tucked it under my arm. Turning back to Preston, I met his hungry gaze.

We stared at one another for a long, charged moment.

“Let’s go.”

8

Kian had been silent on the drive back to my house, but when we were standing by my front door, he finally spoke. “I take it you like Halloween?”

My gaze swept over the front yard—the path lined with pumpkins, the wreath of browns and oranges hanging on the door, and the matching garlands draped across the porch and down the columns on either side.

“Yeah. This is nothing compared to the decorations we had back home, but we wanted to do something. My mom lives for this stuff; she decorates for all the seasons.” I indicated to the door. “This is her fall wreath. As soon as December comes, she’ll switch it out for the winter wreath. She’s obsessed.” Turning my head, I saw him watching me with an odd expression. “What?”

He shook his head, huffing out a laugh. “Nothing. Just the way you call autumn ‘fall’ in your sexy accent…it’s really fucking hot.”

I stared at him. “Says the guy with the hot British accent. There’s nothing special about the way I speak.”

“Let’s agree to disagree,” he said, narrowing his eyes at me, and I laughed as I turned away from him to unlock the door.

“Sure. Come on in. You want a drink or anything?” Stepping through the door and into the hallway, I dropped my keys into the bowl and pulled off my hoodie. “Kian?”

Strong arms came around me from behind, and Kian’s breath fell across my earlobe. “Why don’t we skip the polite talk and you show me your bedroom?”

Damn, when he spoke to me that way…I’d do anything he asked.

“Okay.”

Closing my bedroom door behind us, I turned to him. He stood against the wall, worrying at his lip ring.

“We don’t have to do anything you don’t want.”

He pulled me to him, his arms going around my waist. “I want it. I’m just…I need a minute. It’s a lot to process.”

Leaning forwards, I ran my nose across his jaw, feeling the scratch of stubble on my skin. “We can take things as slow as you want.” The whole night so far had left my head spinning, so I wasn’t surprised he was having trouble getting his head around everything. “My parents won’t be back until tomorrow afternoon. Take as much time as you need. You’re the one in control here.”

“Yeah?” he rasped, trailing hot kisses down my neck. “What if I want you to control me?”