Page 73 of Beautiful Disaster

When I think he’s had enough, I let him go.

He huffs, feigning anger. “You’re so mean!”

“Just proving to you that I have my ways.”

“Clearly… And now I’m wide awake.”

I roll onto my back and bring him with me. “I like you on top of me,” I say.

He rests his hands on either side of my head and looks down with rogue bangs falling in his face again, no matter how much junk he puts in his hair to keep them back. “Did you punish me enough so that I can kiss you? I wanna taste you, too.”

“What do you think?”

“You definitely punished me. I hate being tickled.”

“Then, you’ve earned a kiss and my cock.”

Jinx leans down and presses his soft lips to mine. It’s not a hungry kiss. It’s slow and languid. He rolls his tongue in my mouth, savoring it. He’s very good at kissing with very little saliva. When he pulls away, he sucks on my bottom lip before he moves on to my cheek and jaw, kissing as he goes down to my throat, my chest, and stops at a nipple. He suckles it before doing the same with the other. My back arches when he bites down too hard, sending a jolt through my body, but I’ve always loved a little bit of pain.

He rolls his tongue over the sting, then continues to move down my body, heated blue eyes looking back at me, watching my every reaction. I hate my uncertainty. I hate that I’m assuming this is the prostitute in him after telling him to be himself. This is supposed to be about trust. It’s not that I don’t trust him, but I do know extreme trauma can make you do all sorts of things, like hide your pain away, as he’s prone to doing, even by his own admission.

“Is this hooker Jinx?” I ask because I must know.

He bites the side of my torso. “You’re supposed to trust me.” I swear, sometimes he can read minds. Before I can respond, he says, “This is Jinx after his hooker days, when I was with women. I never did this to clients. I sucked them off, or they fucked me. There was nothing fucking tender or intimate about it.”

I nod and let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding. “Thank you for that. I’m sorry.”

Jinx sits up on his hands and sucks in his bottom lip, tilting his head. “Maybe you should be the one who’s punished for not believing me.”

I’m fucking grateful he’s not angry with me. “Maybe I should,” I chuckle. “But not tonight.”

He rubs my skin where he bit me with a finger. “I want to mark you. It’s a weird itch I can’t reach. That’s how much I want to do it. Will you let me?” He kisses the spot he was rubbing. “I want to do it right here. Only you and I will know it’s there.”

I debate saying yes. It’s not about me but about whether he’s earned such a thing. But tonight is very casual between us. It doesn’t always have to be about having a session. We’re allowed to be ourselves now and again.

“You may,” I tell him.

Jinx smiles mischievously before sucking on the skin, pulling the blood to the surface. He pops off, inspects his handiwork, then he’s back at it until he’s satisfied. Once again, he swirls his finger around the area. “Looks good on you,” he says, glimpsing up at me with those coy blue eyes.

I run my fingers through his hair and tug on it gently. It’s hard not to look at him. He’s truly beautiful, especially when he smiles, which he doesn’t do enough of. His eyes aren’t only stunning, but they’re shrewd, intelligent, like he can see through you. I’m sure he’s incredibly observant, but not so much introspective. That’s difficult to do. And he seems to fight it.

I push those thoughts away to focus solely on Jinx and our pleasure. I yank on his hair a little tighter. “Suck me down.”

He scoots down, pokes out his tongue, then he swipes it along my length. I hiss and sit up on my elbows to watch him. There’s nothing hotter than seeing a man between my legs, worshiping my cock. And Jinx belongs down there with stretched lips and watering eyes as he chokes on me, pushing his mouth to the limit.

It doesn’t take long to feel the familiar tingling and pressure. Before I get close, I tug on his hair again and force him to pop off.

“Grab the lube from my bag. Front pocket,” I order.

Jinx says nothing as he stands and rummages through my backpack. He grabs the lube and returns, sitting between my legs.

“On your back, Precious.”

He does as he’s told, his head falling back on a pillow, looking up at me with eyes filled with lust and eager obedience.

I hover over him and drag my fingers across his face. My thumb brushes over his lips, and I push it in. He suckles it; the vision makes my heart race, and the blood pools straight to my cock. I pull out my thumb and brush a kiss on his cheek.

“You came into my life at the right moment, my pet. I didn’t think I was ready, but you’ve proven me wrong.”