Page 22 of Counterpoint
“Not yet.” Adrian bit a trail across Dom’s pecs, licking and nibbling at the swirls of ink he had there. When that rough tongue rasped across his nipple, he arched his back and groaned loud.
A rumble of appreciation, then Adrian was sucking and licking and biting at the nub and Dom just about lost his mind. He scrambled for purchase on the bed and twisted against the sheets, curses spilling out of his mouth until Adrian relented.
He pinned Dom down with those wicked, strong arms. “A little sensitive?”
Dom huffed a laugh. “Maybe.”
“Mmm,” came the reply, and Adrian headed for the other nipple.
When Dom tried to buck and thrash under Adrian, he couldn’t and that had him moaning out in a voice he didn’t recognize. “Oh fuck, yeah. Please!” Warmth flowed through every limb, and even as he struggled he flew high.
Their cocks ground together and Dom gasped for air. Holy shit, he was gonna come again after all. And before Adrian even fucked him. “I’m gonna...gonna...”
Adrian backed off, and Dom didn’t know whether to be happy or utterly frustrated. What the hell?
Adrian had a little knowing smile, one Dom didn’t understand. “I don’t think I have the patience to lick all your tattoos tonight.”
Dom let out a breath. “Don’t think I would last.” He was painfully hard again, his head swirling around. This big, strong man pinning him down. He felt—safe. Turned on to all hell and back. Completely at Adrian’s mercy.
But safe.
He looked up at Adrian. “Please fuck me. Hold me down and destroy me.”
Something feral leapt across Adrian’s expression, then was tempered into razor-sharp control. “Hands and knees, Dominic. And you might want to take off those glasses of yours.”
Adrian rose, and Dom scrambled to obey—and he was obeying. Submitting and he—oh shit. He liked it. At least with Adrian. And that made him laugh breathlessly, because it was exactly the opposite of hard-assed Domino.
“Enjoying yourself?” Adrian pulled lube and condoms from his bedside table. His expression was still sharp, but he wore an amused grin. He took Dom’s glasses and set them down.
“You have no idea.” Tonight, he was truly getting to be Dominic—the man Adrian was getting to know. He liked Adrian. Trusted him. And really wanted to feel the man moving inside him. Dom closed his eyes and let his head hang.
A warm hand smoothing over his ass made him snap those eyes back open.
“No ink here.” Fingers glided and pressed and massaged his cheeks. Then Adrian’s lips followed the same path, and Dom forgot how to breathe for a moment. In the very next, he moaned and collapsed onto his elbows.
“That’s it,” Adrian said. “I like that.” Fingers skimmed between his crack and against his taint, and Dom could only grip the bedspread beneath him and rock back as Adrian’s hands and mouth touched every part of his ass. When Adrian’s tongue slid across, then into, his hole, Dom’s world nearly broke apart.
“I can’t,” he gasped. Couldn’t keep experiencing this kind of pleasure. His brain would melt. He was so lost in it, he didn’t know which way was up.
“Yes, you can.” The words were a silky caress. “Because I want you to. You’re only gonna come around my cock when I say.”
“Adrian, please.”
“Shh. Listen to me. Trust me.”
He did, and fuck if it didn’t turn his head inside out. Cool, slick fingers replaced Adrian’s tongue, breached him and slipped inside. He moaned and panted as Adrian fucked him slowly, probing and stretching, occasionally brushing over his prostate and sending him whimpering, flying, and begging.
A gentle chuckle. “Oh, Dominic...”
The sound of a condom wrapper, then the press of Adrian’s thick cock against his hole.
“Yeah.” Dom ground the words into the bedspread and rocked back. “Please. I need—”
Adrian thrust in, and the sensation stole Dom’s breath and words. That sharp instant, then the overwhelming pleasure of being full, being warm. He gripped the mattress, and strong hands came down over his.
“Adrian,” he whispered.
Lips pressed against his back, and Adrian pushed in deep. “You feel so damn good.”
