“What are you doing here?” I hissed, eyes widening.
His grin was smug as he strode toward me, backing me up against the sink. I gasped when my hip hit the porcelain, but he kept going until I had to slide to the side and my ass pressed against the wall. He leaned in closer, lips ghosting over mine.
“I’m not going to let you waste time on anyone else, Flynn.” His voice was like gravel, rough and sharp, and I shuddered as pleasure wormed its way through me. “You’re mine.”
My lips popped open and I tilted my chin. My dick hardened, pressing against the zipper, and I couldn’t remember the last time I’d gotten erect so quickly. I wasn’t young anymore, but it was as though he had my dick on a puppet string.
“I’m on a date,” I whispered desperately.
He smirked. “Not for long because you’re going to go out there to tell him it’s over. If you don’t... I will, and I won’t be nice.”
My dick throbbed, loving the sound of that. Dominance exuded from him like it was his cologne, and I wanted to roll in it, soak myself in his scent. Or maybe get on my knees and get his dick out and suck him.
Both.
I wanted to do both.
“Which is it going to be?” he growled out. His green eyes widened as he shoved his face closer to mine.
“I’m yours,” I mumbled, touching his hard chest.
“Then go tell him you’re leaving with me. Or else. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir.” It was automatic, but I’d heard River call Jayce that more than once, and it seemed fitting for Judge, too.
His smirk widened and a feral expression settled on his face, as though he wanted to devour me and own me and lock me up for him to use anytime he wanted. I wouldn’t mind.
“I like that. You can call me Sir, because from now on I’m in charge of your ass. Am I clear?”
I smiled before I could stop myself. “Yes, Sir.”
6
JUDGE
Flynn stared,brown eyes begging me to tell him what to do. My cock throbbed and strained against my jeans—if he saidSiragain, I might fucking come. I absolutely loved the way his Adam’s apple bobbed and he seemed ready to throw himself on the floor if I asked. I’d never experienced this thrill with anyone in the past. This was real life, so much better than any of those sex-centric scenes I’d been involved in with people I knew I wouldn’t see again.
There was a fire buzzing in my blood I’d never had with a stranger, and even though I didn’t know Flynn well, my body recognized him as mine. I’d chosen him and there was no going back.
Flynn’s gaze dropped to my mouth and his hand curled into a fist over my heart. I snapped—couldn’t stand not having my lips on his for another second. I traced my tongue over the small point in the center of his top lip, then kissed him and sucked the breath out of his lungs in one long, continuous moan. He tasted like bittersweet wine and raspberries, and I slid my tongue alongside his, searching out more of that rich flavor. I leaned all my weight against him and loved how I didn’t feel like I might break his strong body. He was so solid against me.
He was a fuckingman, and I loved it.
The small wriggle of his hips against mine had my cock trying to bust through my zipper. It was ready to go on an expedition to discover his ass and I wanted to fund it. I slid my hands down his shoulders and clutched his biceps, lightly squeezing the mounds of firm muscle and massaging my fingertips around them. He gasped against my lips, his cock plumping and nudging mine, so hungry for me I had to remind myself I wasn’t trying to fuck him in yet another bathroom—but it was a close call. I wanted to touch every muscle on his body and bend all his strength to my will. Massaging his arms again, I sighed happily as a fun idea formed in my mind.
I wanted to bulk him up.
I wanted to worship his arms with my tongue and know that the work I’d made him do had built his body even stronger.
Fuck, he was everything I needed already, but if he allowed me to control him and have a say in his life? I would tie him in knots for my pleasure and do everything I could to make him promise to stay there. Please him, fuck him, own him. He would love being bent in new ways for me.
Laughing against his mouth, I tried to calm down. HearingSirfrom him shouldn’t be enough to get me this out of my mind and ready to fuck. I peeled my hands off his amazing body and planted them on either side of his head. His eyes were closed and he was breathing like he’d run across the whole country—twice.
“Go. You’re mine. You have sixty seconds. If you don’t end your date with that asshole, who touches you too much by the way, the ball is in my court.”
Flynn cracked his eyes open and his body stiffened against mine as his face blazed pink from his forehead all the way down his neck. I loved the way his lips pinched together as he glared. “You touch me too much.”
With a calculated smirk that had his eyes widening, I leaned back and trailed my fingers down his chest to the belt he wore—it was mine. Which was fine becauseFlynnwas mine. He could’ve switched to some other belt, but no. He had something that belonged to me wrapped around his body. I gave the steel buckle a light tug, earning an absolutely beautiful moan from him. The deep, husky sound echoed off the bathroom tiles.
