Cross the Line

“Seems so. Me and my spectacular ass.”

The corners of my mouth tugged up into a smile. “You’re different. Different to how I thought.”

He turned in my arms, facing me with his dark brows pulled together. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“In a good way. You’re not the angry bad boy that looked like he wanted to stab me in my sleep.”

His face cleared, and he eyed me with a devious grin. “I think you like it when I’m bad.” Twisting his arms around me, he ran his fingers up the back of my neck and through my wet hair. “I like it when you’re bad. When you go up against me and don’t back down.” He kissed me, hard. “When you get me all riled up.”

“You like that?”

“Mmm, yeah. All that sexual tension.” He flexed his hips, and we both groaned.

“Kian…”

“Turn around, Golden Boy, and let me wash you.”

I complied, and as he worked his large hands over my shoulders with firm, sure strokes, I closed my eyes. How was this happening? This…thing…between us—it felt so right. All I could do was hope that he felt the same way.

Every single thought flew out of my mind when he pressed the full length of his body against my back, grinding his cock against my ass. He pulled me back against him, his arms coming around me. Running his hands down over my chest and abs, he stopped, right above my cock.

I heard him exhale harshly, before he brought his mouth to my ear.

“I want to fuck you.”

Turning my head, I captured his mouth in a hard, lustful kiss, before I reluctantly pulled away. “You don’t know how much I want that.” I swallowed thickly. “But I think we should take it slow.”

Disappointment flared in his gaze, but then he nodded reluctantly. “You’re right. But, fuck, Preston. I just…fuck.” He ground his cock against my ass again. “I want this. You. Everything.”

“You can have me. I just don’t want you to regret anything.”

“The only thing I regret is the way I acted around you before tonight.” He bent his head to my throat, kissing, sucking and licking his way up to my jaw.

“Let’s forget about that,” I managed to pant out, as he nipped at my jaw, running his hand over the muscles of my pecs and circling my nipples.

“It’s forgotten.” His breathing grew harsher, and his voice was a low rasp when his next words came out. “If you’re not going to let me fuck you, can I suck your cock?”

9

I followed Preston into his bedroom, unable to take my eyes off his firm ass, the muscles flexing as he walked. Fuck me, he was hot. When I’d been pressed against him in the shower, feeling his hard, strong body against mine, all I could think was that I wanted my dick inside him.

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I still wanted it. He was probably right to make me wait, but his intentions were misguided. If he thought I’d regret anything we’d done or were going to do, he was completely fucking wrong.

He stopped at the edge of his bed, turning to me, and I took a minute to admire him. Blond hair, still damp from the shower, and water still glistening on his skin. His muscles were sharply defined, carved from hours of football and dedicated gym time. Yeah, I could admit now that I’d checked him out while we were training. And his cock…my mouth watered as I drank in the sight of his long, thick erection, precum beading at the tip.

“Are you just going to stand there, or are you gonna suck my dick?” One eyebrow pulled up, and I shook my head.

“Someone’s impatient.”

“Kian.”

The way he growled my name, like he was barely restraining himself, sent a shudder of lust down my spine. I prowled towards him, watching his sapphire eyes darken to black, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed.

Stopping right in front of him, I traced my hand down his chest, feeling his heart racing under my palm. “At the beach, you said you were wondering how my lip ring would feel against your cock.”

He groaned low in his throat.