I whip my head around to glare at him, but he just looks up at me with wild eyes and a small, infuriating pull at the corner of his lips. Then his head tilts slightly with warning as he waits to see what I’m going to do.
The tension rippling through me grows to something more than want. It’s a messy collision of defiance and need, and power and surrender. I want to push back. I want to tear into him, and I want to make him earn it.
But I also want him to do it again, and again… and put me in my fucking place.
I reach back and slide my fingers through his wet hair, gripping tight at the roots. His dark smile stretches wider, and then his hand comes down on me again, even harder this time. The sharp sting flares, and goosebumps spread across my skin despite the warm water pouring down around us.
“Good boy,” Alder murmurs, staring up at me with a look that borders on reverence, though there’s nothing gentle about it.
I pull his head forward to my ass, and he doesn’t hesitate. His tongue pushes into me with force, and I groan, holding tight to his hair as he works his tongue in deep, licking and circling as he sends waves of pleasure through my body.
My grip stays tight in his hair as my body lights up from the inside, and pressure quickly builds. He holds my hips tight as he fucks my hole with his tongue, bringing me closer to begging for release. It’s almost overwhelming in a way that makes it hard to breathe, think, and justbewithout falling apart.
And when his hand slides between my legs to stroke my hard, aching cock, I nearly lose it.
My knees buckle, and I brace myself against the wall, panting and groaning as I rock back into him. He continues to work me with a hunger that feels endless, and I match his desperation. The scratch of his beard against my skin and the rough grip of his hands clash against the slick heat of his tongue as it glides over my hole, drawing pleasure and pressure from every angle until I can’t tell where pain ends and need begins.
“Fuck,” I mutter, pushing back into him as I ask for more.
He hums into my ass as he strokes me, and the vibration is almost too much.
I slap his hand away and turn to face him, but he doesn’t move. He stays on his knees and just looks up at me.
I stare down at him, taking in the sight of the Basin Kings VP on his knees for me. This man, who can put anyone on their knees just by walking into a room, and views time in a jail cell as just another day of business.
His dark eyes narrow slightly as he watches me, but he doesn’t move.
Then I lean down, and press my lips to his. One of my hands finds his hair again, and the other slides to the side of his face. For a moment, it’s almost… soft. And for a moment… we hold on to it.
Then I straighten, dragging him up by his hair and keeping his mouth on mine as he rises to his feet. Then I reach down and wrap my hand around his cock, stroking him slowly as the water slides over us.
“Fuck, baby…” he mutters against my lips, as I stroke him faster.
His breathing hitches as he rests his forehead against mine, and grips the back of my neck to hold me in place.
But then I stop, and his eyes snap open.
“Fuck me,” I say.
One second I’m under the shower with him, and the next he’s turning off the water and shoving me through the doorway and onto my bed.
He immediately starts tearing through the nearest nightstand, slamming drawers closed with rough, impatient grunts when he doesn’t find what he’s looking for.
“Other one,” I say, pointing to the nightstand on the opposite side of the bed.
He huffs, shooting me a look of both annoyance and restraint, then stalks around the bed, knocking a stack of books to the floor on his way. He yanks open the drawer and rummages through it, shoving things aside with another grunt before he pulls out lube and a condom.
“You’re messy,” he mutters with a furrowed brow as his eyes flick over the room at piles of books, scribbled notes on random papers, and clothes.
“Do you care?” I ask simply.
He huffs out a breath as he rips open the condom and rolls it onto his cock without another word. My eyes stay fixed on him as he coats his fingers with lube and climbs onto the bed, kneeling between my legs as I lie on my back. My pulse thumps as he slides his fingers over my hole, and an intense need brews deep inside me.
But it’s more than just the anticipation of him fucking me. It’s twisting into something deeper that can’t be eased by touch alone. It’s begging for force, strength, and brutality… It’s begging to be used and rattled, so I’m left feeling it long after he’s done with me. I need to be filled and then emptied and left gasping for air.
I needhim.
So when his tattooed fingers curl around my leg, and he presses the head of his cock to my ass with a feral look in his eyes, I place a hand on his chest to stop him.
