Page 29 of Desperately Delicate Viper

“Anders?” I call out, nudging the door closed behind me.

I register the sound of padding footsteps only a second before the crash. I stumble back with anoomph, dropping the sandwich bags as my back hits the door and Anders leaps into my arms. Just like the first time we kissed, there’s something in the bruising way he attacks my mouth that feels like he’s unleashing a storm. I moan, and he takes the opportunity to shove his tongue into my mouth, licking, sucking, tangling it with mine.

His legs wrap around my waist, bringing the hard shape of his cock up against my stomach while his hands match the wild, untamed energy of his lips. It’s a blur of rough groping with his fingers knotted in my hair one second and impatiently tugging at my tie the next. He wrestles with the buttons of my shirt and writhes against me, grinding his cock into my abs and nipping sharply at my lips. I melt into all of it, sagging against the door but holding on to him tightly, meeting the lashes of his tongue with eager, soothing licks and muffled groans.

It feels like he’s desperate to unleash his demons through the violence of the kiss, and by some lucky twist of fate, that’s exactly my kink. I want him to bleed all of his rage and hurt into marks all over my body until we’re both spent and satisfied.

My cock swells so fast it makes my head spin. Or maybe that’s thanks to lack of oxygen, because I don’t even think to breathe while Anders unleashes his delicious assault. When he finally breaks the kiss, he stays close, our foreheads pressed together and our mouths only an inch apart. I gulp down a few breaths, sharing air with him while he does the same.

“Does that mean you missed me while I was working today, sweetness?” I tease, squeezing the two handfuls of his ass I have in my grasp and licking my lips to chase the lingering taste of him and revel in the dull ache left behind by the kiss.

He grunts in response, his jaw taut and his eyes glassy and red rimmed like he’s been crying… or trying not to. My gut lurches.

“What’s wrong?”

Anders lets out a humorless laugh. “Everything is fucked up and I’m not sure I have the strength to deal with it the way I need to. I’m tired of feeling powerless and small. I’m so fucking angry at my shitty dad and all the bullshit that’s completely out of my control that I just want to scream and rage. I want to sink my hands and my teeth into something and tear it apart because I can’t think of any other way to get all of these feelings out of me.”

My heart races and I brush my lips against his again.

“Will it make you feel better to tear me apart, little viper?” I murmur, squeezing his ass in my hands again and bumping my nose against his. “I can’t erase everything that’s happened, but I can promise you’ll never feel powerless or small again, not as long as there’s air in my lungs and somewhere I can kneel for you.”

His breath catches and the glassy look in his eyes sharpens into the beautiful, predatory gleam that grabbed me by the balls the moment I laid eyes on him and hasn’t let go.

“You want to hurt for me?” He flicks the tip of his tongue along the seam of my lips.

I whimper and nod, my cock giving a throbbing twitch of agreement. “Please.” I kiss his chin, then work my way down his throat with hot, open-mouthed kisses while I toe my shoes off. “Turning your trauma into bites and bruises all over my skin might not be as good as therapy, but I guarantee it’ll be more fun.”

He tilts his head back to give me more of his throat, and a hoarse laugh vibrates under my lips. Anders tangles his fingers in my hair again, but instead of tugging until my scalp stings, he uses his grip to pull me closer.

“I think you might be some kind of fucked up guardian angel, sent here to save me from this bullshit life I never deserved to begin with.”

“I can be that.” I work my mouth back up towards his, sucking and licking every inch of his skin along the way as I carry him down the hallway towards the bedroom. “I can slay your demons, and I can be a canvas for all of your pain if you need one. I’ll be whatever you want.”

He makes another sound that’s caught somewhere between a laugh and a moan and then his lips are back on mine. This kiss is just as hard and demanding, his tongue forcing my lips to part as he uses his grip on my hair to angle my head exactly how he wants it. His cock twitches against my belly again, and I lower him to the bed without breaking the kiss.

I can feel the smile that stretches over his face as he unwraps his legs from around my waist. He leans back out of the kiss, his lips glistening and swollen, no doubt tingling like mine are. Anders settles back onto his elbows, looking me up and down with an assessing gaze. I’m sure I look like a mugging victim right about now, with my shirt hanging half-open, my tie wrinkled and tugged loose, and my hair disheveled from his grip. He hums appreciatively then pulls one leg back and plants his foot right in the middle of my chest.

“You said you’d kneel.” He drags his tongue over his bottom lip and pushes me back with his foot. “So, be a good little deadly criminal and kneel for me.”

I chuckle and sink to my knees right next to the bed. A strand of hair falls over my forehead and I level him with a heated look while I wait for his next command. He spreads his legs a little wider and drags his hand leisurely over the straining bulge in his tight shorts. He’s back in his clothes from last night, and I notice again how see-through his white t-shirt is. The darker shade of his nipples is like a neon beacon through the fabric, the pebbled shape of them making my mouth water with the need to lick them until he’s delirious.

We’ve fucked twice now, and I still haven’t really had the chance to put my hands on him. It makes my dick even harder knowing it’s not up to me if or when I get to explore his body with my tongue.

Anders uses his thumb to flick open the button on his shorts and then slowly tugs the zipper down one notch at a time, holding my gaze and smirking as I watch it move one painstaking millimeter after another. Little by little, his bare cock makes an appearance. It’s petite and pretty, just like he is, with just the right amount of girth and a slight curve at the tip that hits my prostate exactly right. Heat flares through me and I clench my cheeks together, suddenly very aware of how needy and empty I feel. I swallow, my throat dry, and inadvertently make a horny sound.

His eyes flash with that beautiful, powerful look again, and my cock jerks. He cocks his head, studying me for a few seconds while he drags his fingertips lightly up and down the length of his shaft, teasing himself or teasing me—maybe both.

“Did you ever play the red light, green light game when you were a kid?” Of all the things I thought he might say next, that question was nowhere on the list.

I bark out a laugh. “The one where green light means go crazy and red light means freeze and don’t move a muscle?”

Anders nods, swirling his index finger lazily around the head of his cock until it starts to get visibly damp with the slowly beading precum dribbling from his slit.

“Let’s play,” he says. “Green light means you can touch me anywhere you want. Lick me, suck me, bite me…” He sits up and strips his shirt over his head, tossing it aside. “And red light means you don’t move a muscle until I say so.” I’m mesmerized by the bouncing sway of his cock as he lifts his hips and shimmies his shorts the rest of the way off. “Got it?”

“Yes,” I answer hoarsely, already making a mental list of all the places I want to taste him while I shrug out of my jacket, unstrap my gun holster, and shed my tie.

He shifts up the bed and makes himself comfortable with his arms tucked under his head and his naked body fully spread out, on display against the backdrop of my dark, expensive sheets.

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