Page 70 of Bittersweet Revenge
I maneuver myself so I can settle between his legs, shoving my clothes the rest of the way off as I do. My mouth continues to work its way down, kissing, biting, sucking the skin of his torso, Tiernan’s hand on my head, rubbing his palm against my buzzed hair.
I bury my face in his full balls, inhale his musky-soapy scent, suck them, lick his cock, take it into my mouth again. All I want is to make him feel good. Me. Dean. Riordan? No. That person is dead. He died with my dad, and now I’m who I made myself into—the man who loves his parents while knowing I’m letting them down.
“I thought you were fucking me,” he says, voice raspy.
“You need my cock?”
“I don’t need anything.”
I grin up at him. “Maybe not yet, but you will…and you want it. You fucking want me, little lord.”
“I never tried to pretend otherwise. That was all you.”
It was, but I won’t—can’t—do that anymore.
I suck him again, taste his salty, thick shaft, then work my way up his torso again. Leaning over him, I reach for the lube, but Tiernan’s hand shoots out and grabs me.
His gaze flickers to the gun beside the lube bottle, then back to me. His instinct is not to trust me, the war in his eyes clear. In reality, he’s right. He shouldn’t trust me. But he let me touch it before.
I won’t hurt you. I’ll let you kill me, but I won’t hurt you.
Without taking my gaze off him, I reach again. It takes a second, but then Tiernan relents, and I reach over the handgun and pick up the bottle of lube.
Trust. Tiernan O’Shea is, again, giving me his trust.
I taste bile in my throat, self-hate echoing through my head.He doesn’t know who I am, he doesn’t know who I am, he doesn’t know who I am.
This time when I lean down, I kiss him softly, almost tenderly. I’ve never kissed Tiernan this way before. Hell, I’ve never kissed anyone this way. His mouth tastes different somehow. Just as fierce and searching but tinged with something I can’t place.
Tiernan’s hands go to my ass, our bodies aligned as we rut together again, tongues tangling.
Without pulling away from him, I flip open the cap on the lube, slick my fingers, and slip my hand between us. Tiernan spreads his legs for me as I reach beneath his balls, find his hole, and rub it. He moans into the kiss, then bites my lip, because of fucking course he does, and I smile against him.
“You gonna push that finger in me or what?” he asks.
I do it without a word, just work it into his tight, hot body.
“Good boy,” he adds, apparently still needing to try and assert that shred of dominance over me.
“It’s okay to give in to me sometimes. You think it’s normal for me to do? But I fucking do it. I give you that because you’re all up in my head. Give it to me too.”
I ease my finger in deeper. Tiernan lets out a deep moan, bowing his body toward me. “Give me another one.”
“No.”
“Yes, you asshole.”
“Kiss me.”
Tiernan curses, but he does, lifting his head so our lips meet again.
The kiss is hungrier than the one just seconds ago, but it lacks the teeth of many of the ones we’ve shared. I fuck that one finger in and out of him as we kiss and nibble at each other’s mouths, and when he relaxes completely against the bed, his body pliant and free, I push a second into him.
“Fuck yes, you slow-ass motherfucker.”
I laugh against his mouth, then pull out.
“I’m going to fucking kill you. Fuck me or give me your ass.”
