Page 181 of Madness & Mercy
I drag my teeth down his jaw, gripping his ass hard enough to make him gasp. “That’s funny,” I murmur, “’cause you sound like a man who’s begging me to drag him back to the cabin and fuck him through the mattress.”
His breath stutters. I can feel his heart hammering against my chest. He tries to play it cool, rolling his eyes, but the red creeping up his neck gives him away. “You’ve got an ego the size of this yacht.”
“No,” I smirk, hoisting him up suddenly so his legs wrap around my waist, “I’ve got ahusbandwho keeps tempting me, and I’m just trying to keep up.”
He gasps, arms instinctively tightening around my shoulders. “Put me down, you bastard—”
“Not a chance.” I carry him through the glass doors, ignoring his squirming. “You started this on the deck, piccolino. Now I’m finishing it in our bed. And trust me…” My voice dips, dark and hungry.“You’re not leaving this cabin until you can’t walk straight.”
His lips twitch like he wants to argue, but the heat in his eyes betrays him. “…You’re insane.”
“Insanely in love with you,” I shoot back, kicking the door shut behind us.
I toss him onto the bed and he bounces once, glaring at me through mussed hair. I just smirk, opening the closet like I’ve been waiting for this moment. My hand brushes past his neatly folded shirts, the row of sweats I bought him, and then lands onthe hanger. Black lace, ridiculous frills, the short hemline that barely covers his thighs. I hold it up with a predator’s grin.
“Remember this?”
Julian freezes, then groans, dragging a pillow over his face. “Fuck off. I’m not wearing that again.”
I chuckle, tossing the dress onto the bed beside him. “Mmh. Shame. You looked sogoodin it last time, piccolino.” I lean down, pressing my lips to the side of his throat, murmuring low. “I still think about it. About you on your knees, blushing, glaring at me like you hated every second…when I know youlovedit.”
The pillow flies at my head. “Shut the fuck up, Vitale!”
I catch it, toss it aside, and sink lower on the mattress, right between his legs. “How ‘bout a bet, then?” My smirk sharpens. “You win, and I’ll burn the dress. You lose…” I drag my teeth over his hipbone, watching him shiver.“…you put it on for me tonight.”
Julian glares down at me, but he’s already hard again. “IfIwin,” he says, his voice low and dangerous,“you’rethe one wearing it.”
My smirk widens. “Deal.”
His brow arches, suspicion flickering in his eyes like he wasn’t expecting me to agree so easily. “…What’s the bet?”
“Simple,” I murmur, wicked and sure.“Who breaks first.”
Julian’s grin is downright evil as he flips us, pinning me down and straddling me, his cock brushing my stomach. He leans over, snatches the lube off the nightstand, and pops the cap with one hand.
“I’m gonna make youbeg for it,”he mutters, squeezing the slick into his palm.
My cock twitches when his hand wraps around it, every drag slicker, tighter,filthierthan the last. My head tips back against the pillow, a low curse tearing from my throat as he works mewith a rhythm that’s far too controlled for how desperate his eyes look.
“Julian…” My voice comes out rough, almost warning.
He just smirks, shifting closer, letting the head of my cock nudge against his rim as he keeps stroking me, teasing me with the promise of more. And then, with a sharp inhale, he sinks down in one smooth, relentless slide, taking me inch by inch until he’s seated fully on my cock.
My control shatters instantly.
“Fuck…”I grit out. “You’re so fuckingtight.”
His laugh is breathless and cocky. “Andyou’regonna lose.”
He starts riding me in lazy, torturous motions, each roll of his hips perfectly measured to keep me exactly where he wants me. I glare up at him, but it only makes him smirk wider. He leans down, his teeth grazing my jaw. “You’re not allowed to touch me. All you can do is lay there and try not to come.”
I growl low in my throat, forcing my hands to stay gripping the sheets instead of his hips where they belong. “You smug little shit…”
“Admit it, Nico.I’ve got you.”
“Not even close.”
I buck my hips suddenly, driving deeper, and his moan shreds through the air before he bites it back, teeth sinking into his lip. My smirk cuts sharp. “What’s that, cucciolo? Sounded like you were about to come.”
