“Keep your legs there, Pet. Let me see that tight hole pull my cock in.” I sucked a kiss on the underside of his right knee, and he shuddered.
“Yes, Sir.” His hold tightened and his electric blue eyes darkened. His legs trembled and he curled his toes.
I grasped my cock and tapped it against his hole. “Is this what you want? My cock in your sweet arse?”
He whined, the sound zipping through me, filling every pore and crevice until everything I was made of belonged to him. As tempted as I was to eat him out and hear all his delicious moans,the desperate ache to get inside him won. We didn’t have much time, and I wanted to spend as long as possible in him,withhim.
As confident as I was with outsmarting the cops, I’d really messed up this time. I’d done what I’d always warned Fionn against—I’d reacted in anger. Thiago Reyes was inmycity, threatening my pet and my business, and I’d let him worm his way past my stoic shield. Now? I’d reap the consequences.
“Give it to me,” Conall whispered, breaking me out of my thoughts. He swiped his tongue over his upper lip, wetting it. “Give me what I want, Boss.”
I smirked. My demanding little pet. He kept me on my toes and life never got boring with him in it.
“What do you say?” I tapped my cock harder against his hole. Precum beaded at my slit and I itched for more than he was already giving me. So much more. I needed him like I needed air, and holding off was torture.
“I’m not saying please,” he singsonged, grinning.
“Oh, you will if you want to feel the burn of my cock, Pet. Now do what I asked.What do you say?” I brought my palm down on his left arsecheek. Pleasure curled in my stomach as the slap echoed against the walls.
He hissed. “Fuck.”
I gave him another spanking in the exact same spot, and he gasped, trying to wriggle away from me. I wouldn’t let him. My handprint was already blooming red on his skin, another physical reminder of how much he belonged to me. The sight had my balls tingling.
“No cursing.” I smirked. He knew how much I liked to set down certain rules when all I wanted him to do was break them. At least while we were fucking.
He opened his mouth to argue, then closed it again with a large sigh. “You’re so mean.”
“Am I?” I lined up the tip of my cock and pushed into him.
His lips parted and his eyes fluttered shut. His knees trembled and his toes curled until they turned white. “Please.” His voice was absolutely wrecked.
“Say it again.” I paused when the width of the head popped past his ring, and he exhaled loudly through his nose. His tightness embraced me, paralyzing my lungs until I forgot to breathe.
Waiting was excruciating. My nerves buzzed with need and my stomach tightened painfully. Every ounce of my willpower was challenged, and it wasn’t easy to hold still when all I wanted to do was bury myself into his heat. This was the greatest test of my patience, more excruciating than anything else I’d experienced.
“Please, Boss. Please, fuck me.” He let go of one of his thighs to reach for me, and I seized his wrist, bringing it to my lips to lay a kiss over his racing pulse. I slipped his pointer finger into my mouth and sucked, and he moaned. I nipped at the tip of his finger, teeth scraping over skin, before I pushed his hand back toward his leg.
“Please,” he whispered.
“Good, Pet.” I rocked my hips forward, fast and hard, and my entire length thrust into him until I was balls deep.
He grappled at his thighs, nails digging into his skin, and cursed under his breath again. He tipped his chin back and trembled. “Right there.”
I grinned, pleasure coiling inside me. The lust joined the softer feelings sitting heavy in my chest as I studied his face. His high cheekbones and supple mouth. The way his nostrils flared as though he was trying to suck in as much air as he could. He was beautiful like this, open and inviting and needy. The possessive streak inside me was glad I was the only one to see him like this, the only man who’d been inside him and brought out the submissiveness in Conall. I owned him.
I spread his legs and settled between them so I could kiss him. He whimpered into my mouth, hands clasping my face urgently. There were so many things I wanted to say to him.
But I couldn’t tell him how I felt, not when the situation was so volatile. I needed to stay strong, weather the storm, and then I’d tell him everything. Hell, I’d get on one knee and make him mine in name, too.
I pressed my forehead against his and breathed him in, locking his scent into my memory vault. I didn’t want to forget anything about this man beneath me and how responsive he was to my touch, to my kisses. He made me vulnerable, but I welcomed it.
“Don’t,” Conall whispered.
“What?” I brushed my nose over his cheek and smoothed my hands along his thighs and hips.
“Don’t kiss me like this will be the last time.” He stroked his mouth over mine again, wild and desperate, and I soaked in his chaotic energy. “You’re Sloan Killough. We’ll handle it, whateveritends up being.”
“This will never be the last time,” I murmured against his lips. “If one of us died, I’d find you in whatever afterlife there was and make you mine again.”
