For now.
He just hasn’t found his tree yet.
“By the way,” I murmur, letting my gaze drop to his mouth again. “I went to the doctor.”
He just looks at me expectantly.
I smile. “Fuck condoms.”
A laugh bubbles out of him, and my dick twitches.
“And as much as I want to bend you over that ledge and fuck you…” I reach forward and slip my fingers into his hair, “I think you need something else.”
My grip tightens in his hair, and I yank him forward, pulling him off the chimney until he drops to his knees in front of me. He lands hard and glares up at me with fire in his eyes. But behind it, I catch a flicker of hunger he can’t hide.
“Yeah, baby…” I tip his head back and lean close to hover my lips just over his. “Fight me all you want. But you won’t win this one.”
My other hand slides to my hip, and I slip my knife free. His eyes dart to it as the light catches the blade, and I press the point beneath his chin.
“You liked it when I held you at knifepoint, didn’t you?” I say in a low voice. “You knew I wouldn’t hurt you… But the thought that I could had you aching.”
His chest rises and falls with heavy breaths as he stares into my eyes, and I can see and feel the need written all over him.
“So what you’re going to do,” I let the blade trail slow down the line of his throat, “is suck me. Right here.”
His eyes widen slightly, and I grin at the clatter of metal echoing from below. We’re visible up here… but only from the waist up.
“I control you right now, baby,” I say, pressing the tip of the knife against him until it almost breaks skin. “You got an issue with that?”
The war inside him is obvious as he continues to glare at me, and the need to push back against me rises. And, fuck, do I love it when he fights back.
But I also know we both love it when I take control. Because when he hands it over, every inch of him wakes up.
And this time… he’s going to makehimselffeel good.
The moment the fight buckles under the weight of need, which flashes bright behind his eyes, I lower the knife and shift my grip from his hair to his throat, and brush my lips over his. “Be bad, Doc.”
He exhales and swallows against my hand. “Be worse.”
With a smile, I release him and lean back, and Cade’s hands immediately lift to undo my belt.
As he pulls my zipper down and wraps his hand around my cock, relief hits me like fucking truck.
“Jesus,” I breathe out, watching him stroke my cock as he looks at it like it’s his next meal, and he’s starving. “Get your pretty fucking lips on me, baby. Make me see fucking stars.”
He shifts forward on his knees and gives me one last glance that reminds me he still holds power over me without even having to try.
And don’t I fucking know it.
Because the second his lips wrap around me, a groan tears out of me like I’ve been starving too.
His tongue runs along my length as he slowly teases me while he cups my balls with his other hand. The pressure of his palm mixes with the warm drag of his tongue until I feel like I’m pulsing under his control. And the sight of him on his knees, blocked from view by the ledge as he gives in to both of us while tools clatter below, has my whole body burning.
When he takes me all the way in, and his throat works around the head of my cock, I have to grip the edge of the chimney to keep myself upright.
“Fuck yeah, baby. Suck that dick…” My hand finds the back of his head, guiding him as he pulls off, then takes me in again, humming like he’s tuned in to every one of my needs.
Jesus fucking Christ, he’s going to make me come.
