He peers up at me, his eyes shifting to my lips.
“Am I?”
My tongue peeks out, wetting my mouth.
“You are.”
He trembles slightly, my hand moving to the back of his neck, holding him still. I shouldn’t. I absolutely should not, and yet I do.
I lean down, just a few inches, our lips hovering centimeters apart. I can feel his warm breath puffing against me, and my cock thickens as I imagine his tongue running along the seams of my mouth, of mine doing the same to him.
To taste him for the first time. The way I would devour him.
“Do you know how much I crave you?” I murmur, and Bane shivers.
“No, tell me.”
“How about I show you?” I reply as I pull his arms over his head against the shower wall and let my mouth settle on his.
He stiffens as if he didn’t think I’d actually do this, as if I’d make him wait forever, but when the realization hits him, he moans. His arms shake, his body pressed flush against mine. I can feel every inch of him, the hair on his legs, the pulse in his wrist, the hard length of his cock…and his tongue as mine pushes into his mouth.
The feel of it. The spit, the teeth, that thick muscle all make something inside me crack. All these years of self-inflicted solitude, and it’s this man who makes me break.
My hands tighten on him, rough and unyielding as I yank him up, slamming him against the tile wall behind us, his legs wrapping around my waist as I consume him. He groans, feral little whimpers as I eat him, licking and sucking. Biting.
Blood, I taste it, my teeth having pierced his lip. But I don’t stop, I just swallow it, grinding up against him as I continue to kiss those delectable, sassy lips. The ones that pout and cry, the ones that laugh and smile.
I want them on me all the time.
Blyat. I knew this would happen. I knew the obsession would deepen if I let him touch, if I let him play. And here I am, broken, unhinged, consuming him.
He moans louder as my fingernails dig into his ass cheeks, right where my name sits.
Mine.
I’m going to fuck that ass. I’m going to fuck it raw until he can’t stand. Until he can’t even sit without whining.
“The things I’m going to do to you,” I say as I rip my mouth from his.
He pants, his pupils blown out, his hair hanging over his forehead.
“You can do it all. Take it. I’ve been waiting so long,” he gasps.
I slam my mouth back on his once more, arching into him, feeling the slide of our wet cocks as we work ourselves closer and closer to the edge. I knew this was what it would be like when I ended up inside him. First with his mouth on my cock and now with his lips on mine.
It’s too much.
He’s too much.
I knew that then, and I know it now. He barreled into my life and never left. And here I am, letting him crash through all my boundaries.
I’m kissing him when I haven’t kissed another man in years.
I pull away from him and see his swollen lips part in a moan.
“Don’t stop,” he begs, and I flex my grip on his wrists as my hips continue to grind us toward release.
“I want to own every inch of you,” I say, and his eyes roll into the back of his head as I nip my way across his cheek to his ear, clamping down on his lobe and making him groan.
