Chapter 161
Jack
I can feel Ciel's eyes on me, so I make sure to give him a show, but most of my attention is on Nolan.
When he's like this, you can make him do anything.
It gives me evil ideas, really.
Like what are his boundaries? What can't I do?
Don't give me this much power, doggy.
I run my hand across his chest. Guess someone doesn't miss a day in the gym. The muscles are firm under my palm, defined, warm. I smack his chest—a light slap, just enough to make him flinch.
He looks at me, aggrieved.
That pout. Those blue eyes, wide and offended. His lower lip caught between his teeth.
It makes me want to bully him even more.
"Jack," he whines, and the sound goes straight to my dick.
"Shh," I murmur, leaning down to lick away the sting on his chest.
"I'll make it better."
I take his nipple into my mouth, sucking gently at first, then harder when I feel his hands thread through my hair, pulling me closer.
