Jesse snarled and shoved his tongue into Dom’s mouth. He tasted whiskey, and a faint hint of lemon. Dom’s answering groan raked down Jesse’s spine. Their tongues slid together, wrestling for control. This was far too fucking intimate.
Can’t let him have the upper hand. He grasped Dom’s hips and barreled against him, slamming Dom into the opposite wall.
Surprise flickered through Dom’s eyes; victory roared in Jesse’s chest.
Then he ground his entire body against Dom’s front, biting down hard on Dom’s lower lip, just to prove that he was in control. Just to show that he could kiss, too.
“Inexperienced,” Dom murmured.
Uncertainty crept through Jesse’s chest. He pushed away that feeling, hesitating. If he kissed Dom again, what other inadequacies would Dom discover?
Dom snatched that chance to pummel Jesse back against the alley wall. And he tipped Jesse’s face up with a callused hand, sliding their mouths together, skin on damp skin.
In another world, this would be how a perfect kiss went. Dom’s breath soughed against Jesse’s cheek, his tongue flicking against Jesse’s lips, sliding inside him in a slow, sweet thrust—an imitation of romance.
Jesse pushed Dom out with his tongue, but the touch of soft muscle—vulnerable against his own—kindled an urgent need in his gut.
Scarcely had that happened, when Dom rocked their hips together, a forceful thrust that made Jesse pulse so hard, he saw stars.
“Why do you smell so fucking sweet?” Dom rasped against his mouth. “Why the hell do I keep smelling you?”
He sounded pissed about that. Somehow, without knowing it, Jesse had gotten under his skin. This wasn’t just a one-way thing.
Dom was hard. Because of Jesse.
Jesse wanted the power to make him come.
He reached down between them, grasping Dom through his pants. I’m touching Dom’s cock. Dom was thick behind the denim, growing bigger with every second Jesse held on. As though he liked Jesse’s touch. Jesse’s hole squeezed; warmth filled his insides.
“Fuck,” Dom rasped, rutting so forcefully against Jesse’s hand that the thing inside him jolted. Deep down, he knew where he wanted that cock. He refused to acknowledge it.
“You won’t put this inside me,” Jesse growled.
“Yeah? Then why do you—” Dom anchored Jesse’s palm down and bucked against it, his voice husky and raw “—why do you gasp when I fuck your hand?”
Jesse stifled his groan. Dom knocked his hand aside, grinding their hips together so hard that Jesse’s cock throbbed, leaking inside his pants.
Jesse needed. He hated that he was doing this with Dom, but his hips were bucking, his throat dry. More than that, he needed to know he could make Dom come. He wanted to know that he could control himself, that he could hold back. That he wasn’t as weak.
Except Dom’s eyes gleamed; he wanted to prove the exact opposite.
Dom hauled their hips together and thrust, and Jesse’s balls writhed, obeying Dom. He was approaching the edge, and he couldn’t even hold back.
“Fuck you,” Jesse hissed.
“Really?” Dom reached behind Jesse, grasping his ass. His fingers pushed down Jesse’s covered crack, all the way down to where Jesse’s hole was, layers of clothes separating them. “When I fuck you, Sinclair, you’ll feel it here first.” He tapped hard against Jesse’s hole. “You’ll open around my cock and take every fucking inch, and you’re gonna howl when I drive into you. Over and over.” He ground his hungry bulge against Jesse, so pleasure razed down Jesse’s spine. “You’re gonna beg me for more. And I’m gonna pump you full of my come.”
The mental image scorched into Jesse’s mind, making him so hard, he almost split his pants. He couldn’t stop panting. Couldn’t stop his climb to the edge.
Worse, he could almost feel Dom inside him, Dom plowing through his body like he owned Jesse.
He was running out of options. He couldn’t stop himself from crashing.
The only other choice was to bring Dom down with him.
But how? Jesse scrambled for words, his head fuzzy. Their cocks rubbed back and forth, the most intimate parts of their bodies touching.
Can’t say I’ll fuck him. He’ll turn my words on me. But Jesse had the option of submitting. That was what Dom wanted, wasn’t it? That would make him come.
The words crowded onto Jesse’s tongue before he could think. “You’ll like it when you fuck my ass,” Jesse hissed against Dom’s mouth, biting so hard on Dom’s lip that a metallic tang burst across his tongue. He’d made Dom bleed. “No one’s been there before.”
Dom’s thrusts stuttered; he tensed against Jesse, his musk rolling thick off his skin. He liked that thought.
Shame whispered at the back of Jesse’s mind. This was him submitting to Dom. But Jesse wanted to rip Dom’s control away, more than he cared about what Dom thought of him right now. As long as I don’t actually submit. I have that power.
“My hole’s so tight, it’ll squeeze your cock off,” Jesse growled.
“Yeah?” Dom shuddered, his eyes flashing, his fingers digging into Jesse’s jeans, right up against his hole. As though he wanted to sink his fingers inside, and open Jesse. Prep Jesse for his cock.
Jesse’s entire body burned so hot, he couldn’t think straight anymore.
“Assuming—Assuming I let you fuck me,” Jesse breathed, rutting hard against Dom’s hips. “You think you can make me come?”
Dom’s gaze sharpened, hunger blowing his pupils so wide, his irises were a thin ring of copper. “I’ll bury my cock so deep inside, it’ll ruin your hole for anyone else.”
Jesse almost came right there. Almost. He held his breath and pulled his hips back, but Dom shoved him up against the wall, cramming their cocks together.
Jolts of sensation clawed into Jesse. He swore and wrecked his mind. He couldn’t come yet. He needed to make Dom come first. He needed to rip Dom’s control away.
Dom’s breathing had grown ragged, his thrusts coming fast and
