“You’re so gorgeous, I just want to appreciate the moment.” He brushed his fingers over my ribcage and down to my ass, spreading me so that his cock could rub against my hole.
Oh, God.“Appreciate me later,” I suggested. “Next time.”
Constantine stopped moving. “Later when? Tonight?”
I craned my neck to look over my shoulder. “Do we need to schedule an appointment? Because I left my phone in my pocket and I’m atinybit busy ri—Fuuuuuck!”
I clutched the pillow tighter as Constantine’s cock breached my ass and kept clutching it as he worked his way into me with tiny, controlled nudges.
“Oh, Micah. So good,”he moaned.
I grunted a sound I hoped conveyed agreement, because Constantine felt fucking incredible inside me, stretching me,owningme. I remembered the sting and burn from the last time I’d done this, but the discomfort was negligible. In fact, I welcomed it, welcomed the reminder that Constantine and I were both doing things we didn’t often do.
With every stroke, he proved just how much we’d both been missing by sticking to the things we knew.
Constantine changed his angle, tagging my prostate, and I cried out, because suddenly I wasthiscloseto the edge again. I planted my elbow in the bed so I could reach down and jerk myself.
“Don’t you come,” Constantine said, punctuating each word with a thrust that made me moan. “Remember the goddamn plan.”
If I’d had the breath I would have laughed. “Nothing between you and me goes to plan.”
He gripped me under the arms and tugged, pulling me upright with himallllllthe way inside me. He set his teeth to my shoulder. “When you like the result, you can’t criticize the process.”
I moaned as his hand trailed down to stroke me just enough to tease without providing any relief.
“Any more opinions you’d like to offer, Micah? Any more critiques or comments?”
“No.”
Have I mentioned that this confident side of Constantine was really doing it for me? Because it wasreally, seriously doing it for me.
“Good.” He pushed me back down to my elbows and then pushed on my shoulder blades until I had my face pressed to the mattress. Then he really started to move.
Holy shit.The sounds Con made were the sexiest thing I’d ever heard in my life—little, breathy half moans that came faster and faster as his hips picked up speed. I couldn’t ever rememberneedingto come as badly as I did just then, but I swear, I neededhimto come even more.
“So good,” I told him, squeezing my eyes shut. “God, Constantine.”
“You like it?” he challenged.
“Iloveit. And I’ll love it even more when you come for me.”
“Mmmph.”
“Come for me. Comeinme. Now, Con.”
Another breathy moan, longer this time. “You just can’t stop, can you? So. Damn.Bossy.”
But he set his hands on the top of my ass, his fingers slipping on my sweat-soaked skin, and moved faster,harder, so he was stroking my prostate with every thrust, until finally he froze behind me in the same way he had earlier, his body completely locked down as he came with a wordless cry.
Dying of frustration as I was, I still hated the feeling of him pulling out of me. But then suddenly I was flat on my back and he was crouching between my spread legs. I opened my eyes and blinked, because even the low light was such a shock after having my eyes closed so long, and it made everything feel like a dream—distorted and unreal.
His eyes met mine, still hot with arousal, as he grabbed the base of my cock and licked a path from my balls up the underside.
“No teasing,” I begged. “Please, baby. Take it. Take it all.”
And wonder of wonders, hedid. He sucked me all the way to the back of his throat, and the hand he’d splayed across my abdomen twitched and clutched at me, like even taking this much of me inside him wasn’t enough. That was when I lost every vestige of control I’d managed to maintain.
His lips slid up, and I yelled. His lips slid down, and I groaned. I bucked my hips ferociously, my fingers threading into his dark hair to hold him in place, as his mouth brought me wave after wave of pleasure. My head was tilted back as far as it would go, and I wasthrashingwith the need to come.
