I should pull the trigger. Blow his fucking brains all over the side of the house. Yet I stood there frozen in place, unable to move. Not even when he worked his hand inside my pants and wrapped his fingers around my hard on.
“Relax a little, Dom,” Noah said, his voice low and husky. “Goddamn you’re hard as a fucking rock.”
He stroked up and down my length. His thumb running over the head, smearing precum around. I should’ve stopped him. I should’ve punched him in the face or blown a hole in his head. I couldn’t bring myself to do anything but stand there while he jerked me off.
The cold outside air was completely forgotten. I barely felt it biting my cheeks and nose. My entire focus was on the way Noah’s hand felt. How fucking good every stroke was. Making my gun hand tremble.
I kept the barrel pressed against his temple. Needing to maintain that sense of control I’d established. Without it, I would be at his mercy, and I wouldn’t allow that to happen.
“Since you haven’t blown my head off yet, I’ll take that as a sign you wanted this as bad as I did.” Noah leaned in to brush his lips against mine. “Let’s not pretend we didn’t both know it would come to this.”
There was no holding back the moan that escaped me. He gripped me with the right amount of pressure. Gliding his hand up and down my shaft, teasing my sensitive head every fewstrokes. My balls tightened. I willed myself not to come right then and there.
“If you think jerking me off changes anything, you’re in for a big surprise.” I barely got the words out.
Noah smirked. “It doesn’t have to change anything. There’s no rule that two enemies can’t share an orgasm or two.”
“There should be.” My words ended on a groan.
Noah’s chuckle was downright devious as he stroked me faster. “I don’t see you protesting. What’s stopping you from pulling that trigger?”
Good question. I had only one answer for that. “You haven’t made me come yet.”
“Well in that case, maybe I should stop.” He started to pull away.
I grabbed his arm with my free hand, holding it in place. “I suggest you finish what you started. You really don’t want to piss me off anymore.”
Amusement lit up Noah’s face. “If I didn’t want to see the face you make when you come so bad, I would leave you hanging. It’s the least you deserve.”
He jerked me faster, working my cock with perfect precision. There was nothing I could do to hold back. He quickly brought me over the edge. I bit down on my bottom lip. My cock jerking as I filled his hand with cum.
Noah’s gaze dropped to my lips as he murmured, “God, you are sexy as hell when you come.”
He seized my mouth in a fierce kiss. His tongue gliding along my lower lip before sliding into my mouth. The woodsy with a hint of citrus scent of him made me ache to sink my teeth into him. As we kissed, he withdrew his hand from my pants, careful not to smear the contents of his palm all over me. I find it hard to believe I had allowed that to happen.
Needing to stop myself before I took it further, I broke off the kiss and pulled away. The bruises on his face from last night stopped me from punching him in the face again. My eyes went to the healing cut on his neck. It made me want to mark him up even more. Clutching my gun, I took a few steps backward.
Noah watched me intently. Bringing his cum soaked hand to his lips, he flicked his tongue over his fingertips, tasting me. “Eventually, one of us will have to end this. You know that, don’t you?”
“Yeah.” I nodded, continuing to back away. “Eventually.”
CHAPTER TWELVE
NOAH
I watched Dom angrily stride away. There was no denying the satisfaction that crept over me. He’d come here with a purpose and left with a lesson. I wouldn’t back down from any challenge he threw my way.
Once he disappeared down the street, I entered the house. After washing the remnants of his spunk from my hand, I grabbed a beer from the fridge and flopped down on the couch in the living room.
I’d been taking a serious risk by helping myself to Dom’s cock. Especially with his gun pressed to my temple. Somehow that only made the whole thing hotter. I knew he could blow me away. I knew that he wanted to. Yet I also knew that this fucked up attraction between us went both ways.
Not once had he tried to stop me. Something told me this was only the beginning. Unless one of us finally killed the other. There was no doubt in my mind that we would end up fucking. How could we not? This kind of tension didn’t fade away. There was only one way to appease it now.
Sipping my beer, I pulled out my phone and checked Dom’s socials again. To my delight, he’d posted a photo on his IG last night. A shirtless selfie taken in his bedroom. Since he didn’thave many photos like that on his account, I wondered if he’d done it for me. Because he knew I would look.
“Thanks for the spank bank material, baby boy.” Knowing it would piss him off, I made sure to like and favorite the post. The temptation to leave a comment was strong. Somehow, I resisted.
I took my time admiring the photo. Dom had a great body. He clearly put in the effort to take care of it and work out regularly. Without being bulky, he was hard and well-defined. From what I saw, he was free of ink, other than the star and crescent moon on the back of one hand and the scorpion on his inner wrist.
