Page 34 of Counterpoint
But he didn’t kiss that way, and when Adrian grasped those hips and held them close together on the subway platform, the way Dominic ground and moved belied any ounce of shyness. Hell, Adrian probably could have jerked him off right there and then.
But there were other people on the platform, and this was near Wall Street, and it wasn’t even midnight yet.
So he bit Dominic’s lip, then said, “Behave.”
The chuckled response was soft, and so sexy, Adrian wanted to take him right then and there. “I’m just remembering your promise.”
Leather around those wrists. Yes, that would happen in due time.
They necked like teens the entire ride to Brooklyn, and stumbled from the subway station like they’d had three bottles of wine rather than one. Dominic had been handsy, finding all the chinks in Adrian’s armor and making him just as hot and bothered. Bratty, lovely. Perfect.
As soon as the front door locked behind them, Adrian took Dominic by the lapels of his beautifully cut suit and rammed him up against the wall, knee between those legs and all his body weight pressing him against unyielding plaster. There was the little moan in response, the heat of desire on Dominic’s face and the glaze of lust in his eyes.
Adrian skimmed his mouth over Dominic’s neck. “You’re a fucking little tease, aren’t you?”
The reply was a wicked chuckle Adrian felt against his chest. “You don’t seem to mind.”
Adrian pressed himself harder against Dominic and ran his teeth over the light stubble on that neck. “Just means I get to do all sorts of things to you in retribution.” He claimed Dominic’s mouth and swallowed whatever reply was about to come out from between those lips.
As always, Dominic melted into Adrian as they kissed. So hungry and blazing hot. Every inch of the lithe body squirming and grinding against Adrian begged to be tamed and teased and fucked.
And he would. Tonight he’d show Dominic how much their lovemaking on Wednesday had been an appetizer to the main course Adrian could provide.
If Dominic wanted more than a fling. Which it seemed like he did—just like Adrian.
When he broke the kiss, Dominic whimpered and leaned his head back against the wall, eyes closed, breathing fast.
“Want leather around those pretty wrists of yours?” He nipped at Dominic’s chin. “Because I wanna tie you up and take you apart.”
Dominic opened his eyes, and his pupils were huge. He met Adrian’s gaze with fire and decisiveness. “Yeah. Been waiting all night. Put those cuffs of yours on me and break me into a million pieces.”
Desire spun up Adrian, quickening his heart. He’d been hard off and on since they’d been seated for dinner. He was hard now, with Dominic against him, but this—this scratched another need besides getting his rocks off.
Control. Dominance. The ability to withhold or give pleasure as he saw fit. Sure, it stoked his fire, but just like feeding the tart to Dominic at dinner, that control also fed Adrian’s mind and heart and soul.
“I’m not going to be gentle.” He ground his thigh into Dominic’s hard length.
Dominic tried to arch, but only managed to lengthen his neck. His moan was half a sigh of contentment and half a groan of lust. “Good. I want to feel you on me and in me for the next week.”
Adrian closed his eyes and breathed in the smell of Dominic’s skin and hair. The crisp linen of his shirt and the slight scent of pressed wool from his suit jacket. “We’re going to my bedroom, and once we get there, you’re going to do everything I say, unless you have some fundamental objection to my requests.”
Though he was standing still, Dominic was shaking—vibrating—with excitement and tension. “And if I do have a fundamental objection?”
Adrian opened his eyes and looked straight into Dominic’s. “You tell me.” He paused. “Or you can pick a safeword.”
Dominic huffed out a breath. “Would you feel better if I did?”
Interesting question. He kept his weight against Dominic, and still pressed his thigh against that hard cock Dominic tried to rut against him while he considered his answer. “I’ve played both ways. With a safeword and without.”
“But which do you prefer?” That was a purr, a luscious whisper of words. “What turns you on most?”
Dominic turned him on the most. All of him. His mind and body and the unfulfilled needs Adrian had glimpsed Wednesday. That core of steel, the softness and shyness. His passion and openness. His exhibitionist streak.
He kissed Dominic’s jaw, then met those deep brown eyes. “I want you to feel safe and secure.”
This time, his chuckle was gentle. “I’ve felt safe with you since you sat down next to me that first night. And I’d feel absolutely ridiculous if I have to blurt outkumquatormarzipanor another word I’ll never remember rather than just telling you I don’t want something.”
Adrian laughed. He couldn’t help it. Then he kissed Dominic’s neck until he heard that helpless moan before relenting. “All right.” He released his hold on Dominic’s suit and worked his tie loose. “Do you remember where the master bedroom is?”
