“Filthy little slut,” Adam rasped, the modulated voice almost demonic. “I like you better when you’re stuffed or gagging.”
Noah’s bottom lip caught between his teeth as Adam reached behind himself. The rip of Velcro was loud, obscene, as the robe fell to the floor, leaving Adam in only his black sweatpants. Noah had known it was him, but seeing the tattoos—bold black ink rippling with every flex—finally untied that sliver of doubt floating around in his chest.
He wanted to lick them. Wanted to trace every mark with his tongue until Adam was growling above him.
Their sex life was hardly lacking, but it was harder to let Adam toss him around and treat him like a whore when he had staff meetings or press briefings the next morning. But tonight, it didn’t matter. Tomorrow was the annual Mulvaney Halloween gala. Fifty plus people would descend on the Mulvaney mansion, but right now? Noah was his husband’s prey.
“Leave the mask on,” Noah whispered, and fell to his knees without being ordered to.
“Someone’s eager,” Adam taunted, fisting a hand in Noah’s hair and pulling him forward until his face pressed against the thick bulge in his sweats.
Noah moaned, shameless, licking the outline of his husband’s cock through the soft cotton. His tongue traced the ridge of Adam’s head, dampening the fabric until a dark stain spread across it.
“You’re so hot when you’re on your knees like this.”
“Just when I’m like this?” Noah asked, sitting back on his heels to look up at him through his lashes, eyes wide and fake-innocent.
“You know the answer to that,” Adam said, voice somehow sexy despite the mechanical growl.
“I like to hear it anyway.”
“Then do something deserving of praise.”
Adam yanked his head back by the hair, the sting delicious.
“If you want me to suck you off, you’re going to have to lower your pants yourself or untie me.”
The glint of challenge in Noah’s eyes was a match tossed on gasoline. Adam’s laugh was low and cruel, the sound vibrating through the mask. “Oh, I’ll feed you, sweetheart. I love listening to you choke on my cock.”
Adam hooked his thumbs into his waistband. The gesture was unhurried, predatory. His chipped black nail polish caught the low light like little crescent moons, and Noah couldn’t stop watching them. Each drag of fabric down Adam’s hips revealed another inch of skin—taut muscle, the dark line of hair trailing lower—until Noah’s throat went dry.
He was already so hard it was painful, the head of his cock slick against his belly. He knew Adam would only let him get off one of two ways. Either he had to let Adam finish, or he had tohope Adam would let him rub off on his foot while he called him a needy little slut.
Noah preferred the latter. He could practically feel the ghost of his husband’s heel against his cock just from thinking about it.
The moment Adam’s cock sprang free, heavy and flushed, Noah’s resolve cracked. He leaned forward and licked a slow stripe across the underside, tasting salt and heat, looking up at him with pleading eyes. “Please.”
“Please what?”
Noah whined, tongue darting against the vein running along Adam’s shaft. “You know what I want.”
“I want to hear you say it.”
“Fuck my throat. Use me.”
Adam huffed out a laugh. “Slut.”
Noah nodded eagerly, moaning as Adam fed his cock past his lips. The first push was brutal, not a tease but a claim. His lips stretched, throat working around the intrusion. His nose brushed Adam’s pelvis with every thrust, the faint smell of soap and sweat and leather filling his head until there was no room for anything else.
If he’d expected Adam to ease him in, he was wrong. He was merciless from the outset, forcing Noah to breathe through his nose or gag. Neither of them would be satisfied until Noah was drooling and embarrassing himself with the wet, slick sound of Adam’s use.
Each thrust drove the head of Adam’s cock into the back of Noah’s throat like a piston, his gag reflex fluttering helplessly. His jaw ached; his eyes watered. He moaned anyway, the vibrations running up Adam’s shaft.
Adam pulled his head back by the hair and slapped him across the face once more, dragging another needy whine from him.
“Who do you belong to?”
“You,” Noah rasped, voice raw and lips slick with spit.
