CHAPTER 6

JAKE

But when I freed him from his jeans and his cock sprang out, heavy and thick, my mouth watered like I’d been starving and this was the only thing that could fill me.

I wrapped my hand around him, just to feel the weight, the heat. My chest heaved. “I shouldn’t—”

“Then don’t,” Miles taunted, smirk curling his lips. “But you’re still on your knees, aren’t you?”

That smug bastard.

My pride screamed no, but my body leaned in anyway. My lips parted, tongue darting out to taste the bead of precum at his tip. Salty. Addictive. My whole body jolted at the taste.

“Oh, fuck,” Miles...