Chapter 140

“Dean?”

The skin popped free of Dean’s lips and he pulled his head back enough to examine his handiwork. Apparently dissatisfied, he returned to working on the same spot.

Beneath him, Jay wriggled. Shit! He couldn’t move more than a fraction in any direction. “Dean, I’m serious.”

Dean licked the spot which was now slightly, deliciously sore. Pity the rest of Jay couldn’t get wholly in on the act although…how perverse to discover part of him enjoyed his underlying unease even as he hated it.

“I think we need a safe word.”

That declaration made Dean stop and lift his head. Jay stared back.

“Dean, please. I’m an inch from going crazy.”

Dean’s gaze narrowed. “You’re safe.”

“I know. Just…” How to explain? “You’re heavy. I’m hot. You’re tormenting me to a point where all I want is your cock.”

“That’s the idea.” Dean gave another lick, twisting his head in such a way that said he knew the exact spot to attack.