“Mmm, your face is as easy to read as always,” he said, flipping the water off and drying his hands.
“You brought up the fact that you sucked my soul out through my dick last night,” I told him with a roll of my eyes. “What the fuck else would I be thinking about?”
“I don’t know,” he said with a shrug. “I suppose only you can tell me that.”
“Hmm,” I said as I approached him, pleased to see he didn’t look unsure or worried about what I was going to do, like he had a few times last night. I’d wanted to touch him a few more times over the remaining hours of last night, but I hadn’t dared, considering he had been so locked in his head and hadn’t really spoken much. It wasn’t the sort of behavior that said ‘please, try to cuddle or seduce me,’ and I still thought it was best that I had left him alone. Now I was glad that whatever had taken him over last night seemed to have gone away for good, or at least for a while. “I was thinking about you on your knees in front of me while you sucked me off. And then I started thinking about the way you looked under me, crying out and begging for more.”
“I wasn’t begging,” he said with a huff, but I couldn’t tell if he was denying it or just couldn’t remember all the pleading and begging he’d done.
“Mmm, but you were,” I told him, running a hand from the side of his head and down to his uninjured arm. “I don’t think you even knew half the shit you were saying.”
“Probably not,” he said with a frown. “Not something I want to think about too hard.”
“You’re so goddamn worried about your self-control that you don’t even remember how much fun we had,” I told him, pushing him against the counter. For extra emphasis, I reached down and hooked my hands under his ass, lifted him, and put him on the counter like he weighed nothing. He didn’t, in fact, weigh nothing, but it was fun to watch the war in his eyes whenever I did something like that. I was sure it also affected his control freak tendencies, and to be fair, he probably had tobe cautious around people who were bigger, stronger, or better at fighting than he was, and I was all three. On the other hand, I could see the moment his trust in me won. And despite his control freak tendencies, or maybe because of them, there was a part of him that loved being manhandled.
“Fun? What are we? Sixteen?” he asked with a snort, but he let me step between his legs so I could hold his hips and pull him closer to kiss him. There might be a constant battle inside him that wasn’t sure if he wanted to let loose or reassert his sense of control, but damned if I didn’t love the way he had been letting me manhandle him. There was a lot of trust, which allowed me to do something like that without complaint or being told to stop. I didn’t know what was more erotic, that trust, or that if he really wanted, he could have anyone killed if they got on his nerves enough, but would never do that to me.
“No, last night was a lot better than anything we did at that age,” I told him, nuzzling his neck, finding where his neck met his shoulder, and biting, sucking gently so he could feel it but wouldn’t leave a mark. “Tell me I’m wrong.”
“You’re not,” he said with a faint groan, wrapping his arms around my shoulders, his ankles hooked around the back of my thighs. “I mean, it has been a while for both of us, so I imagine it was inevitable that we lose our heads a little.”
A little, like he hadn’t been a squirming, whining, desperate mess of pleasure and sweat beneath me while I had been carefully riding him to his orgasm. “You were the most insanely erotic, sexy thing I have seen in my life last night, do you know that? You weren’t worried about your schedule, your job, Augustine, what you had to do the next day, Los Muertos, or having those thoughts that made you doubt whether me being around you was a good idea. All you could think about was me inside you, and the biggest decision you had to make last nightwas whether you were going to let me get you off or if you were going to do it yourself.”
“A choice you took from me, I might add,” he said, tilting his head as I nibbled his neck. He had always been a fan of teeth on his skin, and it was nice to see that it hadn’t changed in the slightest.
“And you loved it.”
“And hated it.”
“And you’d want me to do it again.”
“Mmm...yes.”
I chuckled. “How hard was it to admit that, Mr. Must Have Control at All Times?”
He sighed, shoving his face into my neck and taking a deep breath like he was trying to memorize my scent. “Insanely difficult. But if it were anyone else, I wouldn’t have been able to admit it. Then again, if it were anyone else, last night wouldn’t have happened the way it did.”
I leaned back to look at him, curious. “You...you’ve been sleeping with people, and you haven’t been...I don’t know, letting loose?”
“No,” he said without hesitation. “I’m sure you can figure out why it’s not a good idea for someone like me to be put in a vulnerable position like that.”
“Okay, so does that mean you’ve been doing the fucking all these years because, uh...I can’t imagine you’ve been doing the whole receiving thing if that’s the case.”
“Yes, I’ve been bottoming,” he said with a chuckle, pulling back from my neck and shaking his head. “But there are other precautions one can take that make sure you’re not completely vulnerable at moments like that.”
“Do I want to know? Is this like...gun under the pillow sort of thing?”
“On occasion.”
“Jesus.”
He shrugged. “And it’s also been choosing my partners carefully and making sure I’m never somewhere I would be trapped, or that there weren’t some of my people around in case of an emergency. Especially after a certain...incident.”
I narrowed my eyes. “What incident?”
“No need to get all protective. It was someone sent by someone else to kill me. Sadly, both the assassin and the contractor failed. The assassin was shot dead, and I made sure the person who tried to have me killed met their end.”
“How?”
