I couldn’t get close enough.
I kissed him harder, deeper, my hands moving down his neck to his chest, his waist; I grabbed his hips, yanking him forward so I could feel every inch of him pressed against me. His cock was hard through his pants, and I groaned at the feel of it.
“I need you,” I said, my voice rough. “Right fucking now.”
“Yes,” he gasped. “Yes, Tony, please.”
I didn’t wait.
My hands moved to his shoulders, shoving his suit jacket to the floor. I grabbed his shirt and ripped it open, buttons scattering across the floor as I tore the fabric from his shoulders. His skin was warm and smooth under my hands, and I ran my palms over his chest, his stomach, feeling the way his muscles tensed and flexed under my touch.
Beautiful.
He was so fucking beautiful.
I leaned down and bit his neck hard enough to leave a mark, and he cried out, his head falling back against the door.
“Mine,” I growled against his skin. “You’re mine, Simon.”
“Yours,” he breathed. “Always yours.”
I kissed down his throat, his collarbone, his chest, my handsworking at his belt. I got it open, popped the button on his pants, and shoved them down his hips along with his underwear. His cock sprang free, hard and leaking, and I wrapped my hand around it.
“Fuck,” Simon gasped, his hips jerking forward into my grip.
I stroked him slowly, watching his face—the way his eyes fluttered closed, the way his lips parted, the way his breath came in short, desperate gasps.
“Look at me,” I ordered.
His eyes opened, hazy and dark with need.
“I want you to watch,” I said, my voice breaking on the words. He wanted the world. He wanted me to claim him, to stand beside him in the light, to be brave enough to love him openly. I couldn’t give him that because I was a fucking coward. Too afraid, too broken by my own ghosts. But this... fuck, this I could give him. This surrender. This was mine to give; something I’d never given to anyone. Something that was only for him. This wasn’t the first time I took his cock in my mouth, but it was the first time like this. “You’re the only man I’ll do this for. The only man I will ever get on my fucking knees for.”
Then I dropped to the floor. A heavy thud echoed in the silence as Simon’s eyes went wide, and his hands flew to my shoulders. “Tony—”
I didn’t give him time to finish. I took his cock in my mouth, swallowing him down in one smooth motion, and he shouted, his hands fisting in my hair, his hips bucking forward.
I groaned around him, the taste of him flooding my senses, salt and musk and...Simon. I sucked him hard, my tongue working the underside of his cock, and he was shaking, trembling, his thighs tensing under my hands.
“Oh God,” he gasped. “Oh God, Tony, I can’t—”
I pulled off with a wet pop, looking up at him. His face was flushed, his eyes wild. He looked beautifully wrecked.
Perfect.
“You’re not coming yet,” I said, my voice rough. “Not untilI’m inside you.”
He whimpered—actually whimpered—and the sound made my cock throb.
I stood, grabbing his face and kissing him again hard, possessive, claiming. He kissed me back just as desperately, his hands fumbling with my belt, my pants, shoving them down my hips.
My cock sprang free, and he wrapped his hand around it immediately, stroking me with firm, sure movements that made my vision blur.
“Fuck,” I groaned. “Simon—”
“I need you,” he said, his voice breaking. “Please, Tony, I need you inside me.”
I grabbed his hips and spun him around, pressing him face-first against the door. He braced his hands against the wood, his back arching, his ass pushing back toward me.
