“Where I can make out with you with no one watching,” I murmur and push him against the graffiti covered wall. In the yellow light of a far off street lamp, even Corvus’s sharp edges soften. His pupils are wide in the darkness, eyes glossed over, and I don’t want to wait until we’re home. There’s a sheen to his throat, the faint tremor of his pulse above the silver chain. I slide my hands up his sides with a happy groan as I dive in for a kiss.
He always yields so beautifully, back melting into the wall as I cage him against it. His hands are so warm when they slide under my jacket, kneading flesh and pulling me closer, as if he’s worried I might be ripped away any second.
Hot breath dances between our lips.
He tastes of booze, and cloves, and smoke, and while I’m not yet drunk myself, he’s intoxicating me with every kiss. I love to see men unravel under me, and someone like Corvus, someone so very in control of his life, is even more delicious in his moments of passion. So unguarded.
“I missed you,” he mumbles, as if we haven’t been together for the past three hours.
I snort, pushing closer to rub my thigh against his dick. It might be trapped under fabric, but it’s definitely desperate for action. “I never thought I’d see you this drunk.”
“I’m not drunk,” he slurs out, making me laugh again, this time, against his neck. I add a little bite to keep him on his toes.
“Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me? I’ve got eyes only for you. I don’t even watch porn, because I want you only. All the damn time. You could be the only guy I’ve ever had, and I’d be happy. Hell, you could wipe my memory clean of any other men.”
His pulse quickens, beating against my lips as he inhales the cold air and drags his hands down my back. His nails are short, but they still bite, and I stifle my moan against his soft, fragrant skin. “No… I want you to know how much better I am,” he whimpers back, bulge sliding up my thigh as he rocks his hips.
No other guy can live up to the perfection in my arms. He’s so solid, so dangerous, and yet I’m the one who can turn his knees into marshmallows, make him tremble and whine as he struggles to keep his composure. It’s how controlled he is in all other aspects of life that makes his surrender all the more delicious.
“Well, I’d wipe any of your exes out of existence. I want to be the only dick you dream of.” I press harder against him to make my point.
We haven’t gone far, but away from the staff entrance, beyond the parked van, in the shadow cast by a skywalk, we’re hidden from view. Completely on our own, just the way I wanted. His fingers slide up my neck, and he cups my face with a breathy moan. “I don’t have exes.”
It’s cold, and we haven’t bothered to close our coats yet, but all I need is the exhilarating warmth radiating from Corvus’s body. I want to melt into him, not lock myself away.
I slide my hand to his ass and squeeze. “Oh no. Did you kill each one?” Bit extreme, even for him, so is it wrong that it turns me on? Maybe I can be like that chick from a fairytale, who kept telling stories to a cruel monarch who murdered each of his wives after the wedding night, and survive?
Corvus sighs, the distinct aroma of whisky clinging to his breath as he embraces me in the dark. “You’re the first.” He hides his face against my neck as if he’s sharing a dirty secret, but I’m trying to make sense of it.
Does he really mean what I think he does? When he came to meet me in the cell, he seemed so confident, so sure of what he wanted. “First what?” I ask as my heart beats faster, because now that this insane possibility is on the table, all I want to be is his first, his only, the best dick he’s ever had and one he’ll never need to stray from.
Corvus sighs, pulling at the folds of my jacket to bring our chests together. “Not first kiss, because that was a man in a club. Not first head, because that was him too.” He exhales, rubbing his cool cheeks against my flesh as the pulsing in my ears speeds up dramatically. “Just first.”
His eyes are half-closed, long lashes creating a beautiful shadow over his flushed cheeks. I slide my hand into the back of his pants, because I live for the reactions on his face. It’s my biggest turn-on when I fuck him. The way his eyelids flutter, how he bites his lips to keep in moans and eventually always fails. It makes me come so hard to see him undone.
“Are you saying I’m the only man you ever let inside?” I whisper, my dick rock hard as I slip my fingers between his ass cheeks. The contrast between the heat of his hole and my cool skin is indescribable,and I’m already spinning into fantasies of keeping my cock warm inside it.
I wanna fuck him.
Ineedto fuck him.
Right now.
His breath is so loud when it echoes between our faces, but I don’t miss the softyeswhen it falls from his lips. It could be a reaction to my touch, but when he moans and licks my chin as if he’s itching to start sucking on it, I lose all doubt.
That was why he chose me—I was meant to die and take Corvus’s secret to the grave. Sounds exactly like what something my emotionally congested fiancé would come up with.
It’s so messed up, and yet I couldn’t be prouder. I was justthatgood. He’s turned his life upside down for me and has let me fuck him countless times since that first time.
I groan, and a shiver of excitement snaps to my balls when I dip my finger into him and find his hole slick. “You anticipated this. Am I predictable? Hard not to be around you when it comes to fucking.”
My mind keeps swirling back to that night we met. He was ready, but now I recognize how nervous he was, and not just because I could have broken his neck while he was in the throes of passion.
I’m like a horny bull trapped in his stall. I’m done waiting.
Corvus chuckles, his eyes dark and hazy in the shadowy back alley we won’t leave until this tension inside has burned out. “Maybe it’s me who’s predictable, Dalton? It’s not a bachelor party if no one gets any,” he rasps, and his warm hand settles on my cock, which instantly salutes him, at full attention.
My breathing gets ragged and I grab his face so he looks into my eyes as I tease his hole. It’s so fucking inviting it’s hard to think straight. “You’re getting one chance to tell me no. Otherwise, I’m fucking you here, against this wall, next to this dumpster, and I’m not letting go of you until I empty my balls deep in your sweet hole.”
