Page 48 of Disarm
And I do.
My bag hits the carpet. My shoes too. The space between us disappears like it was never there—my chest pressed to his before I can even take another breath. His hands slide up my back, warm and solid, like he’s anchoring me.
“Hi,” I whisper, my voice breaking on it.
Miguel’s smile shifts, smaller, softer and then his mouth is on mine, tasting me like we’ve been apart longer than a few days.
His eyes hold mine, dark and intense, as his hands roam freely, tracing the curve of my spine. I can feel his heart beating against my chest, a steady, hungry rhythm that matches my own.
“You played so well tonight, Caleb,” he murmurs, voice low enough to settle under my skin. ”I always knew you were special. But watching you out there…”
His lips brush the shell of my ear. I stop breathing. “You know how proud I am of you, right?”
I nod. My throat feels tight.
His hands slide down, slow and unhurried, like he has all the time in the world.
“You’re so fucking sexy, Caleb,” he growls, his fingers digging into my flesh. “My superstar.Fuck, I want to watch you come undone for me. I want to hear you scream my name.”
I want nothing more than for him to make me scream it.
He steps back, and for a second I don’t understand why. His hands stay on me as he guides me toward the bed. My knees hit the mattress harder than I expect. I sit.
My legs are already shaking.
Miguel kneels in front of me. Not touching. Just looking.
“Such strong thighs,” he murmurs.
The first kiss makes me jolt. The second makes me squirm.
“Fuck… they’re like steel.”
His fingers trace upward, slow enough that I feel every inch of it. My breath turns shallow.
His hands press my knees apart and he settles between them. I feel his breath through the fabric of my shorts before I feel anything else.
He looks up at me. Smiling.
“You want this, don’t you?”
I nod. I don’t trust my voice.
“You want me to make you feel good, baby?”
“Yes,” I manage. “Miguel… I need you.”
He chuckles softly. “You’ll get me. But first, let’s get you nice and ready, huh?”
His hands slide up to my hips, hooking into the waistband of my shorts and boxers. He pulls them down slowly, his eyes never leaving mine. When I’m bare before him, he leans in, his tongue flicking out to lick a slow path up my shaft.
“Oh,Fuuuck...” I groan, my head falling back.
“Shh, baby,” he soothes, his hands gripping my hips tightly. “I’ve got you. I’m going to make you feel so good.”
His mouth envelops me, wet and hot, sucking and licking until I’m a mess of need and desire. But he doesn’t let me come, pulling back just as I’m about to tip over the edge.
That elicits a whine from me.
