I was tired of his monologues. I cut him off, my lips pressing against his in a desperate attempt to get him toshut the fuck up. My foot slipped, the difference in height making it difficult to maintain the kiss, butgods, I couldn’t handle the tears pouring from him or the downward tug on his smile lines.
He melted into me, his thighs meeting the bed. Leaning into my touch, he lowered himself to make my access to him easier. Fingers trailed across my throat, his palm landing on my cheek as he hooked his hold around the backside of my jaw to deepen the kiss.
Fucking hell,the bathroom kiss was nothing compared to this. I settled my legs on either side of his thighs as I brushed my tongue across his teeth, earning a pitiful groan from him that had me wanting more. Just like last time, he let me control the pace as my fingers wound themselves in his hair, yanking hard as I deepened what he’d already offered me.
Pulling back slightly, he growled under his breath. “If you don’t stop, Oren, I’m afraid this may lead to something else entirely.”
“You ruinedmydate at the bar, so you owe me,” I whispered, brushing my lips against his jaw. “But I’m afraid you’re going to have to wait, as something tells me Matt wouldn’t appreciate the sounds I’d make you release.”
A pat sounded at the door, cutting me off. “It’s about damn time,” Matt stated, confirming his presence outside the bedroom. “Fuck the shit out of him, Oren. He needs it.”
“Were you fucking listening?—”
“Sure was!”
I laughed, burying my head in the crook of Thorne’s neck. “Goddamn it, Matthew. I could’ve used help several times.”
“Nah,” he laughed. “You handled him better than anyone has. Now, before you guys elect to break his headboard, I’m out of here. I’ll be in the gym if you need me.”
“If you see Simon or Liam, tell them I won. They’ll know what I mean,” I shouted before a quick tap on the door solidified his answer.
“Won?” Throne questioned, the sultry hum in his tone causing my cock to ache. “Won what, exactly?”
I shoved him against the bed, straddling his hips as I chucked my shirt to the ground. “That you,commander, enjoy being submissive, because that’s twice now you’ve let me lead.”
With a hooded gaze, he looked up at me. “That easy to read, huh?”
“Easy?” I hooked my fingers through his belt loops, tuggingjustenough to tease. “Desperate sounds more like it,sir.”
A full-body shiver racked his frame. “God, you’re going to be the death of me.”
“Death? You told me before to abandon my cross becauseyouwere my God. Was that simply talk?” I guided my hands to the edge of his shirt, tugging it up and over his frame to reveal the tattoos I still pictured in my mind.
“Perhaps it was,” he crooned, reaching for my waist. “But you are the God here,mydove. Wield me as you wish, command me as you must, and tell me when to kneel for worship, because I amyours.”
“Don’t say that unless you mean it,” I muttered, planting kisses along his neck as I ground against him, my leg hooking underneath his.
Fuck, was I going to make it through this alive? He waseverything, all of my boxes checked and more, and I was terrified. Terrified I’d fall and never be able to recover.
A lengthened moan fell from him, heated and deep. His chin tipped back, granting more access to his skin as his length hardened beneath me. “Fuck,Oren.”
“Fuck,” I repeated. It’d been too long since I’d done any of this, and with him? God above, I was going to pass out. “Fuck, take it off.”
“You’re going to have to be more specific, love?—”
“Fucking take your pants off,Graves. I’m beyond impatient.”
He licked his lips, his head dipping to the side as he met me with my very own defiance.“Or what?”
I smiled, a hint of laughter etching through becausethiswas who he really was. A defiant shit head with a heart larger than he could contain. “I’ll walk out of this goddamn room and leave you panting like this.”
Obediently, he lifted his hips, slipping his military-grade cargo pants off but electing to leave his black briefs on. “There.Happy?”
I licked my lips at the bulge, at exactly whatIwas doing to him. “Happy? No,” I answered, a stupid grin etched onto my face as I hooked my finger underneath the waistband of his briefs. “I need these off too,now.”
Grabbing the back of my neck, he pulled me toward him, kissing me with the heat I knew he felt. His tongue piercing brushed against my teeth as I felt him shift to remove the last piece of clothing that concealed him from me.
I groaned as my tongue swirled around his piercing,pleasant thoughtsof how it would feel somewhere else. With my hands exploring his torso, I ran them over the piercings that matched mine. “God, you’re perfect.”
