Page 19 of Counterpoint
Dom nodded. “I don’t like...people seeing that.”
A raised eyebrow, but Adrian didn’t say anything.
Yeah, that wasn’t quite the truth, was it? “Okay, I like controlling what people see.”
Except here, he wasn’t. At all.
A smile tugged at Adrian’s mouth. “Layers and layers.” The smile drifted away. “I want to see more, Dominic, but only what you want to show.” Fingers traced lines over Dom’s cheeks.
God, did he want to open himself fully to Adrian. Tell him everything. Blurt out the truth about the band and himself—but terror chased behind that need. Once he did, he could never take it back—Adrian would know.
And maybe Dominic would vanish if that happened. After all, fucking a rock star was so much more than fucking a bookish twink.
Dom needed this side of himself as much as he needed the hard-rocking guitarist. Needed the privacy and the lack of expectations. Needed to be made to come and be manhandled.
Now a frown tugged at Adrian. “Are you all right?”
“I—” Dom shivered, more from thoughts than cold; despite the AC, the warmth of the summer pressed in from the roof. “I want to give you more. But—”
Adrian’s expression softened. “Only what you can, when you can. I won’t press. I’m not that kind of man.”
“And here I thought you were the kind of man who’d fuck me into oblivion.”
The sharpness returned, and Adrian stepped in close, tilting Dom’s chin up until it was almost uncomfortable. “Oh, I am that man. And I plan to fuck you so hard that there won’t be any other thought in your mind but my cock and no other word on your tongue but my name.” He pressed his thumb against Dom’s bottom lip. “Would you like that, Dominic?”
“Yes.” He groaned the word out, the spark of need and lust spinning in him again. He wasn’t hard—doubted he would be coaxed back so quickly—but the pain and pleasure of being fucked? He wanted that all the same.
Adrian’s grin was wicked, and he pushed his thumb inside Dom’s mouth.
Fuck yeah. Dom sucked and licked it, relishing the hitch in Adrian’s breath and the way he cupped the back of Dom’s head.
Adrian pulled his thumb free, then undid his belt and the fly on his already ruined pants. “I’m gonna fuck your face and come down your throat. And you’re going to take every damn drop, Dominic. Then I’m going to take you downstairs, lay you out on my bed and trace every line of ink on your body with my tongue.”
Okay, maybe Dom had been wrong about not being able to get it up again. Lust poured through him like a summer thunderstorm, all violence and torrent. “Please.”
He barely got a look at Adrian’s dick before the thick head was shoved between his lips and he was moaning around the hard, hot length of it. Fingers tightened in Dom’s hair, nails scraping at his scalp. Dom clutched at Adrian’s pants.
“No.” Adrian’s voice was deep and lust-filled, but like iron. “Put them behind your back.”
Oh.Damn.Dom whimpered, but did as told. Yeah, he should have realized this was the way this relationship was going. So sosofucking hot.
“There you go.” More breathless now, Adrian thrust with slow, steady strokes as Dom did his best to lick and suck and open his throat. “That’s good, Dominic. But I know you can take all of me.”
It had been a while since he’d sucked a guy off, and then he’d always controlled the depth and speed. This—it had never been like this. Adrian’s hands held him in place and he had no say in any of it, and yet—no panic. Dom let go, breathed deep when Adrian pulled out, and opened his throat as much as he could.
Trust and need. Adrian would take care of him, give them both what they wanted.
When Adrian thrust forward again, Dom was rewarded with a low growl he felt in every bone. “Yes. You’re so fucking good.”
The grip in Dom’s hair shifted, and that was enough warning. He closed his eyes, let go of everything and let Adrian fuck his mouth. Perfect. Harsh. Loving. Dom caught air when he could and moaned and gasped and whimpered through every stroke and press. Took in the salt and the musk and the brush of Adrian’s wool suit pants.
Adrian’s breath was sharp, and his moans enough to bring Dom’s arousal back to life, especially when he ground out words in that deep voice. “Fuck, oh fuck!”
Salt hit Dom’s tongue, and he sucked and did exactly as Adrian had ordered earlier, drank down every last drop of come, greedily, wantonly, moaning as he licked and mouthed that pulsing shaft, until Adrian pulled away.
Finger under his chin again. Dom opened his eyes to look up at Adrian’s rattled face, cheeks red, large pupils, and sweat-dotted brow. “Goddamn, you do like when I feed that mouth of yours.”
Dom couldn’t help the chuckle. “Call it an oral fixation.”
