Page 46 of Bittersweet Revenge
He’s as hard as I am, his cock jutting out and pointing at me. I thrust forward again, then jerk my hand away and wrap it around his shaft, giving him a stroke.
“Fuuuck.” He moans.
“You want my mouth. I know you do.” His dick is so fucking hot in my hand. He throbs against my palm, like I can feel the life inside him through his cock. “I wanted to suck you off the other day. I jerked off thinking about it, about swallowing you down, about you fucking my throat.”
“Christ.” He drops his head back, biting into that same bottom lip that I can still taste, and as much as I hate to admit it, the sight of him gets me so hard, my head spins.
We both crave power, and there’s something incredibly potent about making him lose control, about seeing him forget to fight me because he’s losing himself in my touch, in my hand on his shaft as I stroke him, Tiernan making hungry, needy sounds for me. It’s the distraction I need to flip us, putting him on his back against his black and white bedding. Tiernan curses, moves to try to grapple with me, but stops as soon as I bend forward and swallow his thick cock. He melts beneath me.
“Goddamn it. You don’t play fuckin’ fair.”
I smile with his dick in my mouth.
He smells musky, this heady scent of masculine, salty skin. He tastes the same, and I’m addicted to it, working his shaft with my mouth and hand in unison. I take him deep, want this to be the best fucking blowjob he’s ever had. Want to know that Tiernan O’Shea will never come again and not compare it to the way I make him feel.
I don’t fight him off when he holds the sides of my head, tilts it up slightly so when I angle my eyes up, I’m meeting his gaze.
“You’re so hot. I want to fucking own you.” His hips snap up, Tiernan fucking into my mouth like we both know I’m going to let him do to my ass. I want him inside me, want to know it’s my body making him feel this way. Want him to crave me the same way he craves power. I want to be a drug for him because goddamned if I don’t think he’s going to be one for me.
He makes my eyes water, and I hate that I love it. My nails dig into his hips as I take everything Tiernan can give me, this, being with him, making me feel more alive than anything ever has. It’s like I’d been in the dark and didn’t know it, like I’ve been asleep and now I’m awake. I’m not an idiot. This isn’t love, but it is a base need. He is desire and passion and all these things I never knew could make your blood rush faster and your nerve endings spark.
“Dean…shit…I’m gonna come. You have to pull off, or I’m gonna come.”
Hearing him so urgent, so crazed with desire for me, makes my world spin, makes light dance behind my eyes, and this surge of dominance nearly sweeps me the fuck away. But I keep going, keep choking on his dick until he’s a shaking, trembling mess beneath me.
At the last possible moment, I pull back, grabbing his balls, smile down at a sweaty, panting Tiernan, and say, “You don’t get to come until I’m ready, little lord.”
“Fuck you,” he says breathlessly, stealing the two words I always have for him. He pulls me to him and slams our mouths together. We rut against each other, tongues demanding entrance, both of us fighting to control the kiss, while our slick bodies move in unison.
I nearly lose my rhythm when Tiernan’s strong hands move to my ass, kneading my cheeks, then spreading them apart and circling my rim with the tip of a finger.
A sound of need sneaks from my mouth to his, Tiernan swallowing it down. I feel him smile into the kiss, knowing I want him so fucking badly.
Before I can comprehend what’s happening, he’s rolling me off him, and fuck him for the fact that I’m not fighting back. He pushes me down to my stomach, then lies on top of me, chest against my back, the way I’d done to him at the door.
“Let me mark your pretty skin.” His lips dance gently against my shoulder.
My eyes drift closed at the feel of his groin rubbing against my ass, my body light, like the pressure that’s always there has been released, even if just for the moment.
It’s strange because I seek control and somehow I find it with Tiernan, and when I drop my head to the side, it should feel like I’m losing it, but it doesn’t. He’s cold and mean and no doubt a murderer. He sells drugs and treats people like shit, but he’s only willing to take what I give him. Tiernan’s mouth drops to where my shoulder meets my neck, the wet suction only there because I’m giving it to him, and there is so much fucking power in that.
I rut my dick against the bed, Tiernan rubbing his cock down my crease while sucking a bruise into my skin. My eyes roll back. I’m fucking floating in this world I don’t recognize, one that hadn’t been real before.
I gasp when he rips his mouth off me, wanting more of it, loving the throb of blood pulling to the surface.
“Shh. No worries, fighter. I’m not done with you yet.” Tiernan reaches over, grabs the lube and slicks his fingers, and then he’s sucking another spot on my throat again. He uses his legs to spread mine, slips his hand between us and pushes a finger past my rim, slowly fucking it in and out, going deeper and deeper each time.
“Fuck.” My hands grip the pillows, searching for purchase while he gives me what I want but can’t ask for.
“I knew you’d have a nice, tight ass.” Bite. “Knew you’d give it to me.” Another bite. “Gonna fuck you all night. Roll you over and take you over and over again.”
“Do it,” I order.
“Patience.”
And then he’s biting and sucking and marking me again, at the same time opening me up with first one finger, thentwo, twisting when he pushes in, making sure to massage my prostate. Each time it’s like he shoots me higher and higher, almost like I’m not in my body anymore. I’m in this world where nothing matters but pleasure, though I know it will all come crumbling down around me. That I’ll detonate the bomb that explodes our whole fucking world.
“You like this, don’t you? You fight all day every day, but then you come apart for me. Only fucking me. No one else makes you lose it like this, do they?”
