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in to temptation and carefully placing my hand in his.
I whip it
back almost immediately as a flood of feeling hits me, but I don’t freak out
this time. I look in to his eyes and see that he is just as spooked as I am. My
hand grips my thigh and my fingers twitch at the thought of trying again. But
it’s not a decision I need to make, he reaches over and strokes the back of my
hand with his knuckles.
As I look
down, a stream of what is in his head, fills mine. It’s not anything I can
really pin down, there is too much and it’s a chaotic jumble, but then, he
hooks his index finger under my little finger and takes a deep breath…and it
all falls silent. I look back up to his eyes. Both of them, since he isn’t
hiding behind his hair today. He sucks one of his lip rings in to his mouth and
catches it with his teeth, then he speaks. But his lips don’t move.
“Has this happened to you before?”
I shake my
head as a shiver travels down my spine.
“You can hear me?”
I nod.
“Then answer.”
I suck in a
breath, “I can hear you.”
He sighs and
shakes his head. “In here genius. Answer
me in your head.”
“I’m not
doing that,” I say aloud.
“Why not?” he scowls.
Recalling
with extreme clarity all the warnings I’ve had about sharing a bond with
someone and possibly doing them harm, I shake my head. “Because I’m just not,
that’s why.”
Back in my
head he continues, “too bad, I think I’d
quite like having you inside me.” A slow smile spreads across his face.
I shake my
head and try to conceal the beginning of my own grin.
“I get the feeling you’re a bit of a control freak,” his words continue to enter my head, uninvited. But I don’t pull my hand away.
My nose
wrinkles in objection. Too many times in my life I’ve heard that said about me.
It makes it sound like it’s a bad thing. “Do we have to use the word freak?”
“Is there another word you prefer?” Even in my
head his tone is flirtatious.
I think for a
moment. “How about control enthusiast?”
He laughs
aloud. An infectious, captivating laugh that lights up his face and takes him
right out of his moody rock star image. I have no choice but to laugh too,
chuckling at my own control issues.
As I catch my
breath, he leans right across me and lifts my cuff with his finger to reveal my
watch. It’s the kind of invasion of my personal space that normally gets my
back right up. It’s so cocky of him but I don’t hate it. Casually reading the
time like it’s nothing, he cusses under his breath, “I have rehearsal, I need
to go.”
A pang of
disappointment grips my chest. As wary as he makes me, I don’t want him to go.
He might cause unwanted physical reactions but I feel quite at peace in his
company. I know that’s fucking strange, but I feel like he might be the first
person to understand me and I feel the need to hold on to that.
He moves his
hand away from mine and I feel the loss of his presence just as intensely as I
felt his intrusion, but before I can react he moves in. His lips crash against
mine and I feel him and all his desires. His tongue seeks entry and I part my
lips gladly to allow him to kiss me properly. I moan at the thoughts he shares
with me. The ways he imagines us together. My cock stirs, oh God, I want him. I
want him to fuck me, I want to fuck him, I want those rings on his lips to rub
me places.
He pulls away
and chuckles. “So that’s how to get you to open up.”
I frown, no
clue what he means.
Back in my
head, he asks, “so tell me where you want
these rings? Maybe I can oblige.”
I sit bolt
upright and jerk away from him, but he grabs a handful of my clothes and pulls
me close again. Eyeing me, he looks smug that I slipped up and gives me a
knowing smile, since he saw what I was thinking about him, wishing him to do.
Dragging me
roughly against him, he kisses me hard, one last time and then he lets me go
and stands. “See you around City Boy,” he says with a
I whip it
back almost immediately as a flood of feeling hits me, but I don’t freak out
this time. I look in to his eyes and see that he is just as spooked as I am. My
hand grips my thigh and my fingers twitch at the thought of trying again. But
it’s not a decision I need to make, he reaches over and strokes the back of my
hand with his knuckles.
As I look
down, a stream of what is in his head, fills mine. It’s not anything I can
really pin down, there is too much and it’s a chaotic jumble, but then, he
hooks his index finger under my little finger and takes a deep breath…and it
all falls silent. I look back up to his eyes. Both of them, since he isn’t
hiding behind his hair today. He sucks one of his lip rings in to his mouth and
catches it with his teeth, then he speaks. But his lips don’t move.
“Has this happened to you before?”
I shake my
head as a shiver travels down my spine.
“You can hear me?”
I nod.
“Then answer.”
I suck in a
breath, “I can hear you.”
He sighs and
shakes his head. “In here genius. Answer
me in your head.”
“I’m not
doing that,” I say aloud.
“Why not?” he scowls.
Recalling
with extreme clarity all the warnings I’ve had about sharing a bond with
someone and possibly doing them harm, I shake my head. “Because I’m just not,
that’s why.”
Back in my
head he continues, “too bad, I think I’d
quite like having you inside me.” A slow smile spreads across his face.
I shake my
head and try to conceal the beginning of my own grin.
“I get the feeling you’re a bit of a control freak,” his words continue to enter my head, uninvited. But I don’t pull my hand away.
My nose
wrinkles in objection. Too many times in my life I’ve heard that said about me.
It makes it sound like it’s a bad thing. “Do we have to use the word freak?”
“Is there another word you prefer?” Even in my
head his tone is flirtatious.
I think for a
moment. “How about control enthusiast?”
He laughs
aloud. An infectious, captivating laugh that lights up his face and takes him
right out of his moody rock star image. I have no choice but to laugh too,
chuckling at my own control issues.
As I catch my
breath, he leans right across me and lifts my cuff with his finger to reveal my
watch. It’s the kind of invasion of my personal space that normally gets my
back right up. It’s so cocky of him but I don’t hate it. Casually reading the
time like it’s nothing, he cusses under his breath, “I have rehearsal, I need
to go.”
A pang of
disappointment grips my chest. As wary as he makes me, I don’t want him to go.
He might cause unwanted physical reactions but I feel quite at peace in his
company. I know that’s fucking strange, but I feel like he might be the first
person to understand me and I feel the need to hold on to that.
He moves his
hand away from mine and I feel the loss of his presence just as intensely as I
felt his intrusion, but before I can react he moves in. His lips crash against
mine and I feel him and all his desires. His tongue seeks entry and I part my
lips gladly to allow him to kiss me properly. I moan at the thoughts he shares
with me. The ways he imagines us together. My cock stirs, oh God, I want him. I
want him to fuck me, I want to fuck him, I want those rings on his lips to rub
me places.
He pulls away
and chuckles. “So that’s how to get you to open up.”
I frown, no
clue what he means.
Back in my
head, he asks, “so tell me where you want
these rings? Maybe I can oblige.”
I sit bolt
upright and jerk away from him, but he grabs a handful of my clothes and pulls
me close again. Eyeing me, he looks smug that I slipped up and gives me a
knowing smile, since he saw what I was thinking about him, wishing him to do.
Dragging me
roughly against him, he kisses me hard, one last time and then he lets me go
and stands. “See you around City Boy,” he says with a
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