Page 21 of Counterpoint
Dom turned to meet Adrian’s gaze. “You’re bi?”
Not even a blink. “Pansexual. Is that an issue?”
“No, it’s just—” He saw the flicker of hurt and annoyance in Adrian’s face. “No. It’s not an issue at all.”
Confusion lay in Adrian, and he crossed his arms.
Shit, shit. His big clunky mouth when he was out of it. “You’ve been entirely focused on me,” Dom said. “Like, completely. Whenever I’ve been with someone else, they notice other people. But you—”
Adrian bore down on Dom, his smile back in part, but the lines on his face so fucking intense. “You need better lovers, Dominic Bradley.”
Dom’s thighs hit the bed, and his ass a moment later. A second after that, Adrian’s mouth was on his neck, and Dom’s back was pressed against the mattress. A hand skimmed his thigh, as that masterful tongue and mouth moved over Dom’s jaw before claiming his mouth.
His mind was a reeling pile of mush when Adrian drew back. “How could anyone look anywhere else when you’re in the room?”
“You’re such a fucking flatterer,” Dom said, “I’m nothing special.”
“Mmm. I’m gonna disagree with you there.” Adrian took his mouth again, and under Dom went until Adrian finally relented and stood. “I need out of the fucking suit.”
“Yeah, you do,” Dom said.
Adrian grunted. “Don’t give me lip.”
“And this is probably where I shouldn’t say ‘yes, Daddy.’”
That got Dom a huge laugh. “Fuck, you’re mouthy. Ever been gagged, Dominic? Because I can totally give your mouth something other than my cock or pie to suck on.” There was just a hint of warning in those words, though.
Dom shivered from the weight of Adrian’s gaze. “Never been gagged.” He paused. “I’ll be good.” But then the other thought crossed his mind. “Wouldn’t mind trying being gagged.”
Adrian let out a huff of air and worked at his tie. “Of course you wouldn’t. But for now, lie back and watch.”
Dom did. Adrian didn’t put on a show or anything, but watching him undress was something else. The tie went first, and it landed on a nearby chair. Stained suit jacket followed, with the casual ease of someone who’d been wearing them for years. Cufflinks—pretty silver ones that flashed in the light—came next, and Adrian turned to put them on his dresser.
His ass was spectacular, and Dom let out a grunt. The leer Adrian threw over his shoulder burned straight through Dom, and despite his instant orgasm earlier, his cock hardened at the sight.
Adrian turned as he unbuttoned his shirt, opening it to reveal what looked suspiciously like really well-defined abs, and when he shrugged it off, Dom murmured his appreciation.
Not just abs. Adrian was built. Not in a bulky way, but his frame was covered in lean, chiseled muscles and dusted with the same red-brown hair that graced his head. A thicker trail led from his stomach down into his semen-spotted dress slacks.
“You’ve already seen my cock,” Adrian said.
Dom shook his head. “Just swallowed it. Didn’t get to admire the look.”
Something flickered in Adrian’s face. Surprise? Maybe.
Dom remembered the earlier spoken words. “You lied to me,” he said. “Youaresomething special.” He met those light-dark eyes. “Maybe you need to know you’re beautiful, too.”
Adrian took a breath, and Dom could nearly feel the flame of his need from ten feet across the room. Those pants and his boxer briefs came off and got kicked to the side, and yeah. Yes. Adrian Doran was something special indeed. Dom knew the length and thickness of that dick, but seeing it against the chestnut curls of Adrian’s pubic hair and with the weight of his balls behind, and those damn powerful thighs? Fuck if that wasn’t the icing on the cake Adrian had fed him.
Dom let his gaze roam all over that powerful body. “Hell, you gotta work out to get a body like that.” He licked his lips.
Adrian lifted one foot to snatch off a sock, and then the other. “I do. Couple times a week.” A smile graced his face. “And you just made every awful second of that worthwhile.”
Dom sank back on the bed a little and kicked his legs. “You gonna come over here and keep all your promises?”
“Damn straight I will.” It took no time for Adrian to cross the bedroom, knee Dom’s legs apart, and stand between them. And then Dom was pressed into that bed by the weight of that hard, hot body against his own.
“Oh fuck,” Dom moaned.
