As I step into him, his hands grab me, forcefully pulling me into him. Our mouths crash together in a kiss that should hurt, but I welcome every bit of it. The taste of whiskey and smoke mixes with the smell of leather and pine, and I breathe it all in as my hands go straight for his belt.
I keep kissing him as I work it open, then slide my hand into his boxers and wrap it around his already hard cock.
He groans against my lips, and a jolt of heat shoots through me like a reckless hit of something I shouldn’t want.
“Fuck,” he pants, his voice rough against my lips as his hands slide under my shirt and graze my abs. “How did I know you’d be a filthy fucking dream…”
“Keep going,” I say, giving him a squeeze. “See what else you’re right about.”
“Hm,” he mutters, shaking his head as he bites his lip, and his eyes run over me. “You’re going to make me obsessed.”
The corner of my lips tilts up, and he immediately leans in to devour me in another heated, rough kiss. He pushes me back until I hit the desk with a thud, and my hand slips from his cock as I fall back against it. But I’m not complaining as his hands undo my belt, then he drops to his knees in one smooth move, yanking my pants down just enough to free me.
Then he looks up at me with those dark, piercing, dangerous eyes, and I still.
He’s fucking hot.
“This…” he murmurs, letting his gaze trail down my chest to my cock, standing hard and ready, “is a work of fucking art.”
I lift an eyebrow at him, but he’s dead serious. And as his lips wrap around my cock, I don’t even give that another thought.
He takes me deep into his mouth with ease, sucking me in a rhythm that’s both frantic and measured, while his hands trace up my thighs. It’s like he’s eager, yet worshipping… devouring and savouring all at once.
Pleasure pulses through me as my breaths come sharp and uneven, and my fingers slip into his hair. And as I watch him, something stirs inside me. This guy is a contradiction of chaos and control. He’s both too much and not enough, a chaotic mix of fast and slow, and tender and rough, like even he doesn’t know what he’s going to do until he’s doing it.
And I’m here for it.
I don’t need to make sense of him, or of this. I just want to feel it. And to take it all in. Every sharp edge mixed with every soft touch. And I want more.
His hand wraps around my cock as he lets his mouth drift to my hip, dragging his lips along my skin. Then, in a sudden move, he bites me.
A rush of air escapes me, and my heart thuds.
His eyes lift to meet mine with amusement flickering in their depths. “You like a little pain with your pleasure?” he asks in a low, smug voice.
I respond by tightening my grip in his hair, hard enough to make him tip his head back.
He smiles darkly. “Me too, baby.”
And suddenly, I’m moving. I pull him to his feet and push him back against the wall with a satisfying thud. Then I drop to my knees, pull his pants and boxers over his hips, and pause as my eyes widen in surprise.
Even his dick is tattooed.
As I glance up at him, he just shrugs with a smirk. “Gotta live a little, right?”
I take a moment to look into his eyes as curiosity momentarily takes hold. There’s something so interesting about him, with his wild ease, paired with danger wrapped in dark playfulness. Like he’s performing a role he knows too well, and yet there’s something deeper beneath it all.
But I’m not here to figure him out.
I take him into my mouth and let the fire ignite in me again. I chase it and let it build, as every moan from him feeds something I didn’t know was still alive in me.
“Fuck,” he groans as his hips twitch. “Your mouth is fucking incredible.”
I move in closer to him, my hands landing on his ass as I pull him towards me and take him to the back of my throat.The sight of his tattoos over his abs, thighs, and his cock sends heat pulsing through me, and the scent of leather clinging to him is rough and intoxicating. His muscles flex under my fingers as his groans grow louder, and it pushes me to take more and completely give in.
Because for the first time in a long time… I feel something.
“Jesus Christ, you look so fucking good,” he mutters as he looks down at me with an intense look in his eyes.
