Sacha’s grin turned snake-like. He let his trousers fall and kicked them away, then he toyed with the waistband of his underwear. “Maybe I should keep them on.”
“Sacha.”
“Or maybe not if you say my name like that. I like it. Say it again.”
“Sacha.”
“Again.”
“Sacha.”
The underwear disappeared. Sacha’s cock sprang free. Thick and long, it jutted out from Sacha’s powerful hips, and Jonah yearned for it as much as he yearned for Sacha’s kiss. Maybe more. A kiss was intimate, an act between lovers. This was sex. A casual hook-up that could just as easily have begun on an app. He had no right to demand affection from Sacha, butgod, he wanted his cock.
Sacha licked his lips, appraising Jonah. His eyes were darker now, hooded with the desire that flowed between them. “I had grand plans to fuck you slowly, but I know now that you might test my control too much.”
“Control?”
“Self-control,” Sacha amended. “I have asked you to stay still and quiet. I will not force you.”
Jonah knew that, and perhaps he had all along, but he kept his hands on the glass all the same. Moving felt like conceding, and he’d conceded enough tonight.
Perhaps.
Or maybe they’d barely got started. Either way… “You don’t have to force me. I can take it.”
“Take what?”
“You. I can takeyou.”
Sacha hummed and pushed off the window. Upright, he seemed stronger than ever, but in reality, they were evenly matched pretty much everywhere. Sacha was an inch taller, Jonah a little broader.
“Turn around,” Jonah blurted.
“Why?”
“I want to see your back.”
Sacha gave him a long stare, then turned, showing Jonah the leanly muscled expanse of his back. His hair was neater than Jonah’s and his elegant neck was exposed. A jagged scar stood out from his smooth skin. Jonah wanted to kiss it so badly his lipsburned.
He settled for staring until Sacha faced him again.
“Did you see enough?”
Not even close.“Yes.”
“Good. I am going to fuck you now. I will stop any time you wish. You say, yes? I will hear you.”
“You’ve said that already.”
“So? You think it can be said too much?”
Jonah didn’t know what he thought. With Sacha’s dick pointing at him it was hard to translate anything that flashed through his mind into something coherent. He shook his head, out of words to explain himself.
Sacha stepped closer and kissed Jonah’s neck. “I will hear you.”
Jonah nodded, but it was cut off by his low groan as Sacha’s lips travelled south, along his collarbone, and down his chest. He hadn’t been expecting so much attention, and was unprepared for the light pressure of Sacha’s mouth on his nipple. The slow, pinching suck turned his brain to mush. His cock jumped, knocking Sacha’s hip, and Sacha moved just enough so the impact switched to his solid length.
Wow. If Jonah hadn’t been ready for Sacha’s lips, there was no way he was equipped to deal with the sensation of his cock just about anywhere, let alone on his own dick. He pitched forwards, couldn’t help it.