“Just what?” I asked as I moved slowly, purposefully taking my time. I knew it was driving him crazy to move at my pace because I was using enough force on his neck to hold him in place.
“Move, God. Please, move. Just, fuck me. Fuck me hard, fuck me fast, fuck me however, just fuck me,” he got out in an almost garbled mess, and I grinned at finally getting him to break down and admit what it was he really wanted from me.
“Sure,” I said and snapped my hips forward, burying my entire dick from the tip to the base in one swift motion.
The reaction was immediate, and he cried out, fingers digging into the arm of the couch with a grip I was glad he didn’t use on me. Continuing to hold him down, I pounded away. It wasn’t a pace or depth I could hold onto for long, but that wasn’t important right now. What mattered was that it was driving him crazy, sending him into the throes of ecstasy as he cried out, egging me on, begging and pleading for me not to stop in the same way he had last night.
His grip around me was fierce, and I groaned as I felt the end approaching far quicker than it had last night. It didn’t help my self-control that I was staring down at him, seeing everything with complete clarity. The sweat over his body, the way he spread open each time I buried myself inside him, the way his face was pressed into the couch as his mouth opened in grunts, groans, and cries, when I found the spot deep inside that was threatening to break him down the middle and leave him a complete mess.
“Still want me to come inside you?” I asked in a low growl, knowing it didn’t really matter what he wanted; it was going to happen soon.
“Yes,” he whined. “Dom, please.”
I shifted his hips enough that I could fuck him, going for speed rather than full strokes, and he whined again, his face red from everything we were doing. With a grunt, I bent over him as I felt the first rush of pleasure wash through me, making me give him exactly what he wanted. He managed a pitiful ‘oh God’ as he stroked himself.
“Fuck,” I growled. My third pulse inside him was met with a new grip around my dick as he splattered his mess all over the couch while I splattered mine as deep inside him as I was ever going to reach.
I was careful to pull out slowly before collapsing onto the couch with a low groan, jumping in surprise when he fell back, sprawling to stare up at me, eyes hazy with pleasure and comfort.
“So, that was fucking me like a whore, huh?” he asked with a lazy smile.
I squinted down at him. “It can definitely be a little different next time. Or I can fuck you like I did last night. Neither of those two offers is on the table at the moment, I might add.”
He snorted. “Alright, that’s probably a good thing. You weren’t as rough as you could have been, but I’m going to need a rest.”
“I can’t tell if you’re complaining or happy that I wasn’t rougher,” I said as I wiped the hair off his sweaty forehead.
“Neither,” he said, closing his eyes. “I am...comfortable right now. Whatever happens next time is what happens. Aren’t we supposed to be taking things as they come?”
I smiled and wondered if he realized he had already promised a next time. “I can live with that.”
Because oh boy could I.
LEVI
“Hold still, please.”
Trying not to upset the person working with sharp objects hovering around me, I stood in place; my only option was to glare. What I wanted was to step off the platform, move toward Dom, and smack him upside the head. Instead, I was left to play grumpy mannequin while the smirking jackass sat in the chair.
“Yeah, hold still,” Dom said, reaching under his shirt to scratch his stomach. I might have considered it uncouth, but...it had the effect of flashing his stomach, and there wasn’t a lot I could do in the face of that. The bastard had always been well built; puberty had been far kinder to him than to most people. It was a sort of cosmic crime that he had only grown hotter since. It was also an injustice that he was the one man who could take me so completely out of my element that I lacked my normal coping mechanisms to resist him. “You wouldn’t want to ruin their hard work, would you?”
“There are several things I wish to say right now,” I said in a measured voice, though I let my hard glare convey the tone I really wanted to use. “But I think I might reserve those for later.”
“Oh, I bet,” he said with a grin, now rubbing his stomach. It was the height of casual, or at least seemed like it, and perfectlyinnocent as he waited for my fitting to finish. I wasn’t fooled in the slightest, however, especially when he decided to back it up by spreading his legs. He was wearing jeans, as usual, so it wasn’t like he was making a total display of himself. On the other hand, the way he was sitting stretched the denim so tightly it hugged his thighs... among other things. As a final nail in the coffin, Dom had decided that because I’d expressed how much I enjoyed the sight of a man, especially him, in a jockstrap, he was wearing them all the time, so he was also wearing underwear that shovedeverythingforward.
I was getting an eyeful of his exceptionally prominent groin while he flashed his stomach, and he knewexactlywhat he was doing. I was only thankful the shop attendant hadn’t noticed, or that they were too well-trained to show it. This wasn’t the first time he’d decided to play tease in public, on some random outing, but it was the first time he’d done it when I had a stranger hovering around me. It was a delicate balance because if I stopped paying attention to him, he would escalate to the point where I would panic that someone else would see him. On the other hand, if I paid too much attention, I would be the one making a display of myself to the poor man currently trying to fit me for several suits.
If I got noticeably hard while I had someone trying to measure and fit me, I was going to have to reconsider whether it was a good idea to kill Dom.
“You’re getting a little red. Is it hot in here?” Dom asked, his eyes going wide enough to show he was trying to look innocent, but I wasn’t buying it for a second.
“Is it warm?” the attendant asked, and it was just believable enough that I was pretty sure he had no idea what was going on. “I can turn the air conditioning up a little higher if you’d like.”
“I wouldn’t worry about it,” I said, because in no way, shape, or form was I going to admit what was going on in this room. “No problem, continue.”
“Just say the word,” the attendant promised me, flashing a perfectly professional smile that spoke of how long he had been doing this kind of work. It also hinted that perhaps I wasn’t as safe from him seeing what my...what Dom was doing either.
He always could get the best of you, even when you tried your hardest not to let him.
