“I never took you for a tease.”
“What the fuck do you mean, tease?”
“All the good bits are covered up, also known as a fucking tease. Now, if we were naked and I was riding your cock…”
Pinning him to the wall with my hips, I gripped his jaw between my thumb and fingers, and took his mouth so forcefully that copper laced our kiss. Neither of us seemed to give a shit. With a civilian, I’d have worried enough to call a halt to things. I should be worried anyway, but I wanted him with a recklessness that should’ve scared me.
There were a lot of should-be’s when it came to Xander, but I ignored every one of them. Something about him spoke to me in a way no man ever had. I feared that if I walked away from him, I’d never find something like this again.
We parted, breathing heavy. His tongue found the corner of his mouth. “You mentioned dinner.”
I nodded, confused as to where his mind was.
“Bloody man meat isn’t on the menu, but I’ll order you a steak.”
I lost it. Laughter—boisterous, snorting, raucous, convulsing—filled me until I choked and nearly dropped him. Luckily, agility and quick thinking kept him from hitting the floor.
When the hilarity died away, I pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth as an apology. My thumb rubbed the full pout as I tried to come up with something witty to say, but he overwhelmed me. Robbed me while gifting me something I was too scared to name.
His brow pinched as he stared up at me. “C’mon, Daddio. Food first, then we fuck.”
My head bobbed, paused, then bobbed again. His forehead scrunched again, but he shook his head and slipped out of my arms, leaving me standing facing the wall I’d pinned him against as if I’d gone stupid. And I had. This man tied me in knots. My insides swirled with all the shit he made me feel. And that scared the ever-loving shit out of me. I’d never been so fucking petrified.
“Daniel? You okay?”
I nodded, scrubbed my hand over my face, then joined him in the kitchen. If he had issues with needing someone, knowing where my head was would send him running as fast as he could go, even if this was his apartment.
“Since you took man meat off the menu for the night, fucking rude by the way, what are you thinking?”
He held several takeout menus aloft. Unable to resist, I grabbed the one for San Diego’s best burger joint. “They will make sure I get all the meat I can stomach.”
He chuckled, cupping his crotch. My eyes dropped to his hand. I waited for some witty comeback to cross his lips, but he just smirked, asking, “What do you want?”
For you to shove me to my knees and fill my mouth with your cock and my stomach with your cum.
I cleared my throat, my eyes still glued to his crotch and the hand that failed to hide the prize beneath the tented fabric. “The…um…double bacon cheeseburger. No ketchup, tomato, or mustard.”
“Do you want fries with that?”
I heard the words, but my brain stopped processing anything other than his actions after he opened his jeans, took out his dick, licked his palm, and started stroking himself. His hand slid slowly up and down his shaft. The purple bulbous tip shined…no, fucking glistened as it popped in and out of the stranglehold he had on himself.
Skin tickling. Mouth watering. Chest heaving. I licked my lips. The cheeseburger I ordered, I have a vague recollection. The only thing I wanted now was his cock…
Snapping caught my attention, but I couldn’t look away. A distant chuckle sounded in the room, followed by a whimper—mine—when his hand stopped moving.
“There he is. Now, do you want fries with your burger?”
The fuck could he be talking about fucking food? “I don’t give a fuck.”
“Good answer.”
His response led me to believe he’d be returning to the regularly scheduled programming, but instead of thesnick snicksound of him jerking his leaking cock, beeps filled the air.
“I’d like to place an order for delivery.”
Growling, I grabbed the phone, disconnected the call, tossed the damn thing on the couch, and dropped to my knees. I ignored the gurgle of laughter, fended off his attempts to get meback to my feet, and the convulsion of my throat as I gagged on his dick when I swallowed him to the root.
He’d tortured me enough. I needed him. His cock kept me from saying it out loud, thankfully. I couldn’t deal with him and his baggage around that word. Not now. Not while my dick soaked my pants with precum and he flooded my mouth with his.
