His growl rumbled between us. In one swift move, he seized my hips and flipped us, pinning me flat on my back. My skin stuck to the leather, and my breath punched from my lungs. Jesse loomed between my thighs, already thrusting.
“What happened to letting me take what I want?” I asked.
Possession gleamed in his honey-colored irises. “Changed my mind. Pull your knees to your shoulders.”
Heat licked up my spine. I did as he ordered, putting myself on display. We both stared at his glistening shaft entering me. Leather creaked. The slick, wet sound of his thrusts warred with our heavy breathing. He pulled out, and my hole clamped on air. We both groaned, and he pushed back inside. He kept doing it, pulling out and then rocking back into me.
My toes curled. Blood pumped to my dick, and my balls drew up so tight. Jesse stared down at me, his hair falling over his forehead and trembling in time with his thrusts.
“Harder,” I told him.
He raised a brow. “Is that how you ask?”
I licked my lips, and his eyes shot to my mouth.As intended.God, he was so easy.
“Harder, sir,” I said, letting my voice go husky. “Wreck my hole and this sofa.”
He snorted, then braced a hand on the back of the cushion. The muscles in his chest flexed as he snapped his hips. “I have to keep you filled up. Keep you happy.”
“Well, you’re doing a great job.” Life was pretty damn perfect, although I was ready for some downtime. Jesse and I deserved to relax a little. Go pub crawling and then crawl up each other’s dicks. Explore London so he could tell me disgusting history facts. I was even down for another bike ride.
He stopped mid-thrust and jerked his head toward the foyer. “Stefanos,” he growled.
My heart skipped a beat. “What?”
He pulled out and grabbed his sweatpants from the floor. “We have company.” He snatched my briefs from the ottoman and tossed them to me. “Get dressed.”
The doorbell rang.
“No fucking way,” I said, scrambling off the sofa. I stabbed my foot into my briefs and almost lost my balance. “What does he want?”
Jesse’s mouth was tight. “I don’t know. Stay here.” He headed for the foyer, scooping his T-shirt from the floor as he went.
Wait, was he serious? I wasn’t letting him face Stefanos alone. Cursing, I dressed quickly and hurried after him.
“…for the inconvenience,” Stefanos was saying as I entered the foyer. Jesse’s shoulders blocked most of the doorway, but Stefanos caught sight of me and smiled.
“Caleb,” he said. “It’s been too long.”
Not fucking long enough.
“What can we do for you?” Jesse asked Stefanos, displeasure radiating from him.
I moved to his side, trying not to look like I’d just been getting railed on the sofa. But what the fuck did I care what Stefanos thought? He’d shown up uninvited, ruining people’s orgasms.
I folded my arms.
His smile didn’t budge. “May I come in? My business isn’t suitable for the front stoop.”
Jesse waited a beat before stepping back. “Sure.”
We moved to the kitchen, where Stefanos’s gaze landed on the mess of college brochures and enrollment forms.
I scooped everything into the glossy folder and shoved it into a basket on the counter. Jesse leaned against the sink. I moved to his side. He didn’t invite Stefanos to sit, but Stefanos didn’t seem offended.
“I’ll get to the point,” he said. “The Council needs your assistance. Ordinarily, we wouldn’t request it so soon after your ordeal, but this is something of a unique situation.”
Myordeal. Right. As if he hadn’t helped orchestrate it.
