“I haven’t done it in a long while either,” Con said softly. He slid his hands up my torso, from my stomach up to my chest, and then sideways so this thumbs brushed my nipples. “But tonight, it’s all I can think about.” His eyes were filled with naked longing.
He kissed me again and pushed the shirt off my shoulders as far as the elbows, then used the ends to pull me flush against him with my arms trapped at my sides. “I can be a very good boss, Micah,” he said. “Definite management potential right here.”
The heat of his skin against mine was enough to steal any other words I might have said, and that was fine, since my mouth got pretty busy after that, licking at his lips, learning the precise texture of his scruffy jaw, and figuring out the exact spot below his ear that made his knees literally go weak.
Constantine finished stripping my shirt off while he kissed me. Both of us stepped out of our shoes, and he even kicked out of his jeans, so by the time he pushed me down on the bed and straddled my hips, pushing my wrists into the mattress on either side of me, he was wearing nothing but a pair of tented boxer-briefs and an expression that would tempt a saint to sin.
Newsflash: I was no saint.
“How do you want this?” he demanded. “Slow and sweet? Fast and hard?” He explored the tendon in my neck with his tongue and traveled south, alternately biting and sucking on seemingly random patches of flesh, like he was as eager to map my body as I was his.
“However you want it,” I said quickly. “Either. Both. Just soon.” I was fuckingaching—aching to come, aching to be filled—and I pushed against his hold on my wrists, ready to take matters into my own hands.
Literally.
With a final push, like a warning to stay still, he let go of my wrists, sat back up and smiled, as mischievous and provocative as I’d ever seen him. He shook his head.
“I’m afraid that’s not good enough, Mr. Bloom. You’redeflecting.”
He unbuckled my belt, flipped open the button of my jeans, and let his fingers run up and down the hair of my happy trail.
“Shit.” I grabbed his thighs to hold him in place and lifted my hips off the bed, needing his hand just an inch or twolower.
He grabbed my wrists and pushed them down by my shoulders, leaning his weight into the hold. “Tsk tsk tsk. Insubordination on your first day?” He shifted his legs so that his shins pinned each of my thighs to the mattress as he hovered over me. “Is this the way you want to start your job?”
Before I could say anything, he undulated like a snake, rubbing his hard cock against my stomach in the world’s most erotic punishment.
Fuuuuuck.
He moaned, and I writhed against his hold, frustrated beyond belief, and so tempted to just overpower him, to roll him over and take that smirking mouth, slap that gorgeous ass, swallow that perfect cock down my throat like I had once before, except this time because hewantedit as much as he needed it.
It would have been so easy for me to do that, and both of us knew it. Instead, I surrendered to the frustration.
Well. Sort of.
“Fuckingfuck me,Constantine,” I ordered, throwing my head back against the pillow. “Weren’t you the one who wasdyingback in the kitchen?”
He bit my chin, scraped his teeth over my Adam’s apple, sucked a spot at the base of my throat. “I got a second wind.”
He stroked his cock along my stomach again, and then again, and then a hundred thousand more times until he was moaning with every thrust, until I could feel the dampness in his underwear, until my own cock was beingstrangledin my pants.
“You’re a fuckingmenace,” I bit out. “You live to provoke me.”
“And you live to let me,” he said happily. Holding my gaze, he slowly and deliberately rubbed himself against me once more… but then he froze, holding himself above me with his teeth sunk into his bottom lip, his eyes squeezed shut, and his jaw tight. I realized immediately what had happened, and I felt my lips stretch into some parody of a smile.
“Aw. What’s the matter, Constantine? Did you finally push too far?” I taunted, still breathless. “You gonna come in your pants?”
He trembled above me for two long beats, then his eyes opened. “Nope. Gonna come inyou.”
Fuck.Constantine wasn’t the only one who pushed too far and lived to regret it, because that comment had me gritting my teeth as my thighs clenched.
Con backed off the bed and stripped the rest of my clothes off before I even knew what was happening.
“Yesss,”I hissed in relief as my cock was released. I expected to feel his weight settle over me once more, and when it didn’t, I opened my eyes to find Constantine standing by the bed staring at my cock and biting his poor, abused lip like he couldn’t decide what he wanted to do first.
Meanwhile, his own erection was bobbing in front of him, pointing straight at my groin, like a divining rod showing the way. Even though this was Constantine’s show, I couldn’t help reaching out a hand to caress the smooth tip and catch the drop of wetness gathered there.
Con shuddered and sucked in a breath.
