Haven 1: Caution: Contents Under Pressure by Gabrielle Evans

whispered.
    Jory squeezed his eyes closed and bobbed his head. If he opened his mouth to answer, he’d probably beg the man to fuck him right there on the desk.

    “I can’t hear you, sweetheart.” Stavion wrapped his fingers around Jory’s thick length and squeezed gently. “Do you like this?”
    “Yes!” Jory shouted, holding on to the edge of the desk in a white-knuckled grip.
    Stavion chuckled wickedly. “Then you’re going to love this.” Stavion’s lips wrapped around the crown of Jory’s cock, and his slippery tongue swirled over the tip before he dove further down, engulfing Jory to the root.
    “Oh, sweet baby Jesus!”
    Stavion chuckled again, sending vibrations chasing each other down Jory’s shaft and causing liquid heat to pool in his balls. Jory wasn’t exactly sure what happened after that. All he knew was that the suction around his cock increased, Stavion’s throat muscles seemed to be massaging the crown, and he couldn’t pull enough air into his lungs.
    His orgasm slammed into him, ripping through him like billowing fires of an explosion. A million tiny lightning strikes ricocheted through his body, making his muscles twitch and his frame vibrate from the intensity.
    A long, low groan spilled from his lips as reams of creamy seed erupted from his slit and filled Stavion’s mouth. When the last of the cum emptied from his balls, he fell back to the desk, limp and sated with a silly grin on his face.
    Stavion licked him clean then popped off of his still half-hard dick with a satisfied smile. “And that, baby? Did you like that?”
    “Oh, yeah,” Jory slurred, his head lolling from side to side on the shiny wood of the desk. “I don’t think we’ve crossed any boundaries yet.”
    “Yet? Does that mean you want more?” Jory levered himself up in his elbows and met Stavion’s eyes before letting his gaze drop to the impressive bulge behind his mate’s zipper. Licking at his suddenly dry lips, he sat up straight. “I definitely want more, and it looks like I’m not the only one.” His hands trembled slightly when he reached for the vampire’s waistband.
    “Tell me what to do.”
    Stavion’s hand covered his and stilled his fumbling movements.
    “No.”
    The sting of rejection lasted only a second. Stavion wanted him.
    The heat in his eyes, the flaring of his nostrils, and the hard erection confined inside his pants was all the proof Jory needed. “Why not?”
    Stavion groaned and rubbed the heel of his hand over the hard ridge at his fly. “I don’t know if I can be slow and gentle right now, and I’m not sure you’re ready for this.”
    Jory smiled, but on the inside, he was rolling his eyes. “I won’t break, Stavion.”
    His mate chuckled, but he looked less than convinced. “We’ll have all the time in the world, baby.”
    “Didn’t you just say that you were going to let me be in charge?”
    “Yes, but—”
    “And didn’t you say that we could go as fast or slow as I wanted?”
    “Well, yeah, but—”
    Jory traced his finger along the strong line of Stavion’s jaw. “You want me.”
    “Yes.”
    “And I want you—probably more than I’ve wanted anything in my life.”
    “Jory…”
    “You know what one of my favorite things about you is?” Stavion shook his head, looking happy with the change of subject.
    “What would that be, Jory?”
    “That you never treat me like some stupid kid, even though I’m only nineteen. You always listen to me and respect what I have to say.”
    “You are very young, Jory, but you’re not stupid. No one could live through what you have and still be a kid, either.”
    Jory smiled and bent to press his lips to Stavion’s. “Thank you.” He brushed their lips together again. “I have never trusted anyone like I trust you, not even Kendall. Now, I’m asking you to trust me to know what I want.” Then he crushed their mouths together, not giving Stavion a chance to argue with him.
    He knew what he wanted, and he