Page 91 of Counterpoint
Fingers worked at the top button on Adrian’s shirt. “Everything about you is—” Breath skimmed over his neck before Adrian’s lips and tongue branded him there, kissing and sucking below his ear. “Delectable.”
He would have fallen over, if it hadn’t been for Adrian’s grip on his shirt.
Adrian worked buttons over and kissed his way down Dom’s neck until the shirt was open. Then it was sliding off his shoulders, and Adrian’s teeth nipped at Dom’s collarbone.
“I could spend years kissing every inch of you.”
“Please.” Dom groaned the word out.
A huff of amusement, and with a tug and yank, Adrian freed Dom’s hands from his shirt. That landed on top of the bowtie. He caressed his hands over Dom’s arms and pecs, skimming against nipples. “I love all this ink.” He gripped the knot-work on Dom’s shoulder. “This one most of all. Strong, like you.”
Dom lolled his head back when Adrian’s hands dipped lower to pull at his belt. Lost in the sensations of lips and breath. The sound of Adrian’s voice. The firm way he undid Dom’s belt and pants.
Adrian slid his hand down into Dom’s boxers and wrapped his warmth around Dom’s cock. “You’re always so fucking hard for me.” A few strokes stole Dom’s breath and threatened to take his legs out from under him until Adrian pulled their bodies together.
Adrian didn’t stop working Dom’s cock. “Never takes much to make you come for me, does it, Dominic?”
“No.” He breathed out the word. “You always make me hard. Make me wanna come so fast. But I’d rather wait.” He gripped Adrian’s shirt. “But only if that’s what you want.”
“You’re so very good,” Adrian said again. “I adore making you wait. Stringing you out. Watching you squirm and pant and buck for me.”
Finally, Adrian relented, which was for the best because Dom was so close to release, he didn’t know if he could have staved it off much longer. He was humming like a struck chord that went on forever and ever.
Adrian pushed Dom’s pants and underwear off, then opened space between them. “Step out of those.” He beckoned Dom forward.
Moving was like walking in a dream, all floating and light. “You make my head spin.”
A raised eyebrow. “Good spin or bad spin?”
“Good. Always so good.” Dom really wanted to kneel again, but that wasn’t what Adrian had asked for.
From the couch, Adrian claimed the collar and held it up. “May I?”
Of course Adrian would ask. Dom’s heart melted even more, even as his whole body lit. “Yes. Please.”
A smile, then there was leather around Dom’s neck, being tightened until it was snug. “There.”
So fucking good. The only thing on his body—Adrian’s collar. Fuck, he wanted more. Hands, tongue, body. He moaned.
“Babe.” Adrian’s lips brushed his again, then picked the rope up from the couch. “Kitchen, please.”
Not quite sure how he managed to cross the distance, but he did. Adrian nodded to the chairs at the breakfast bar—metallic, tall, and with reasonably high backs. “Sit, please. Hands on your thighs.”
Dom did as told, the chair cool against his flesh. He couldn’t help wondering if Adrian had picked these chairs for this reason—slick and hard against naked skin and with enough places to hook rope around.
This time, Adrian slid his hands over Dom’s shoulder, drifting fingertips down biceps. “So open and so hidden,” he murmured before meeting Dom’s gaze. “Would you mind if I listened to your songs? Watched your videos?”
A shock of heat ran through Dom. The thought of Adrian seeing and hearing the other part of his life beyond the magazine was like slowly ripping off a Band-Aid. It itched and burned, though he knew it had to be done. “I—Yeah. I mean, you should. Watch them. Listen to the albums.”
That earned him a kiss to his forehead. “I won’t when you’re here, I promise.”
Which meant, at some point, Dom would need to leave. Probably before the weekend was over. “I love you,” he whispered, because he hadn’t said it enough.
“Sweet, sweet Dominic.” Adrian planted another kiss on his forehead, then took a long sip from his mouth, one that left Dom breathless. “You are my heart.” He stepped back and pulled at one of the bundles of rope, unfurling it.
Dom’s whimper was swallowed up by Adrian’s chuckle. “Shall I take that as consent to tie you up, Dominic?”
“Fuck. Please, please, please tie me up already, Adrian.”
