An almost feral growl leaves my lips as I step into the condo. I turn Declan around and push him against the door, slamming my lips on his. Declan groans, kissing me just as frantically as I kiss him.
He pushes my jacket off and works on my belt and pants as I devour his mouth.
We only separate long enough to pull my shirt over my head, then I’m back to kissing him, nipping his bottom lip so I can hear more of those moans.
“Bedroom,” I whisper against his mouth before diving back in. I rest my hands on Declan’s warm waist, his smooth skin feeling good under my palm.
“Then let me go,” he mutters with attitude, though he doesn’t make a move to dislodge his lips from mine.
I shake my head, pressing myself more firmly to him, pinning Declan against the door. His thick cock presses into mine. God, he’s so fucking hard for me. As hard as I am for him.
Both hands on my chest, Declan shoves me off, making me stumble back. “You want to go to the room or fuck me right here?”
I drag my eyes up and down his body, taking in his tan skin, toned legs, hard abs. I want my lips all over that skin, all over his?—
Just under his pecs is a thick scar, one that mars his otherwise perfect skin. Declan has scars, I’m sure from where he got into fights, but this one seems different. It’s right in the area where I see him rubbing his fingers when he’s overwhelmed or Carter and Dominic are berating him.
Declan follows my gaze, then shifts his arm so the scar is hidden from my eyes. When he looks back at me, his eyes are shuttered, like whatever I want to ask is not going to be answered.
I have no right to wonder anything about Declan. Just because he says I’m his doesn’t mean in a relationship way. It means he wants to fuck me and only me until he’s had enough. That’s fine by me. I want the same thing. So, I shouldn’t be wondering where that scar came from or trying to find reasons to pull that information out of him.
It would be pointless anyway. Declan is a vault. The only time I see his face relaxed or him even semi approachable is when we’re about to fuck. Asking about his scar? That’ll make all this stop.
I’m not done with him yet.
I toe off my shoes and step out of my pants, watching Declan’s gaze go from guarded to lustful as I hook my fingers into the waistband of my briefs. “I want you on the bed, face down, with that sexy ass in the air. I’m going to stretch you and you’re going to come on my dick while I fuck you hard enough to scramble your fucking brain.”
He grins, the expression feral. “We’ll see.”
Declan does see. By the time I have him face down, ass up on the bed, his hole stretched for me, he’s a babbling mess, begging me to stop teasing his prostate and fuck him so he can come.
I hum, spanking his right ass cheek hard enough to leave a mark behind. Declan curses, his body trembling. “I love when you beg, D. Let me hear it again.”
“Fuck you,” he moans, rotating his ass in the air. “The other side.”
I spank his left ass cheek, giving him matching handprints. Fuck, he looks so fucking good like this, his ass rosy from my hands.
Declan paws at the bed for the condom I tossed beside him and hands it over to me. “Hurry. I’m so fucking close.”
“You come now, you’ll just have to keep taking my dick until I breed you.”
“You’re a fucking dick.” Declan sounds wrecked already. It sends jolts of pleasure straight to my balls. “I can take it. Just fuck me.”
“For someone that’s only had one dick before,” I murmur as I step behind him and notch my cockhead on his rim, “you sure are a slut for it.”
“Kiss myass.”
I hum.“Kinky.”Then I push into Declan, groaning as his tight hole grips my shaft, almost pulling me in. God, I’ll never get enough of fucking him, of having my dick encased in his hot, tight channel.
He’s so fucking responsive, arching his back as he moans and begs and babbles. His skin is flushed, the red bloom drifting down from his cheeks, down his chest to his perfect ass. Declan is fucking perfect.
My hands dig into the meat of his inflamed bottom, making Declan release a strangled groan as he pushes back to meet my thrust. When I’m fully seated inside him, our balls rubbing against each other, Declan looks over his shoulder at me, his eyes glassy and tinted with lust.
“You ready for me to fuck you?” I ask, reaching around to close my palm around his shaft. I stroke it lazily, watchinghis face cloud with pleasure. “Or do you want me to get you off like this?”
“Fuck me.” God, I love when he sounds like this. Not like a man that is the second in a mafia family or a ruthless boss that runs a lucrative casino. He sounds like a man that wants a deep dicking and is willing to beg for it. The duality of Declan is intoxicating.
Pulling my hips back until my cockhead tugs at his rim, I slam back inside him, pulling a surprised grunt from Declan. His rests his chest on the bed, keeping his ass up high.
