“What would the rest say,” Dom whispered, his fingers tightening around Jesse’s cock, “when they discover that this—” he squeezed again, and Jesse’s hips bucked up involuntarily “—is what you feel for me?”
Jesse leaked; he hated that Dom could affect him this easily. He hated that Dom was touching him right there, he hated that he needed more.
“Like you aren’t one second from blowing your load,” he retorted. In a bid to regain the upper hand, Jesse grabbed Dom through his pants. Dom was thick against his palm, so big that, for a moment, Jesse wondered how the hell he would even fit that inside him.
Then he imagined it stretching open his hole, and his body burned, his instincts baying for him to submit. Jesse ignored them all.
“I can hold my load fine,” Dom growled just a hairsbreadth from his lips. “But maybe you can’t?”
And he pushed his tongue into Jesse’s mouth, a quick, damp thrust that was the most sinful sort of invasion.
Jesse shoved Dom out with his own tongue, lunging forward to crash their mouths together. Dom’s lips were warm and soft, surrounded by a hint of stubble. Each slide sent a thrum of hunger down Jesse’s limbs; he bit hard on Dom, victory swelling in his chest when the metallic tang of blood burst across his tongue.
Dom snarled. Jesse pushed his own tongue past Dom’s lips—he was inside Dom, and Dom tasted like whiskey, his tongue flicking against Jesse’s in an intimate touch. So Jesse rutted against Dom’s hand, pushing deeper inside.
To prove that he was in control.
The next second, his shoulders slammed against the wall, Dom pinning him down, his chest flush against Jesse’s. “Not so easy, Sinclair,” Dom rasped against his lips.
And he pushed his fingers into Jesse’s underwear, his calluses catching on Jesse’s bare cock. Then he stroked Jesse, a deliberate slide of skin on skin. Pleasure rushed through Jesse’s body.
Dom was touching him there, after three fucking years. Jesse hated that he didn’t want this to end. “Fuck you,” he hissed.
“That’s all you can say?” Dom’s breath raked over his skin. “Before I bend you over and open that hole?”
Jesse choked on his breath. His hole squeezed tight, and his insides grew molten.
He’d tried it a couple times by himself, in the shower. He’d imagined what it’d be like when Dom pressed him up against a wall and pushed multiple fingers inside. He’d closed his eyes and gone rough on himself.
But that was nothing compared to the way Dom looked at him now, his eyes dark, his chest heaving with the primal hunger burning on his face. Nothing Jesse did would’ve prepared him for this.
And even though it was insane, Jesse wanted to push him harder. He wanted to see what Dom was capable of, when Jesse ripped away his control.
“You think you’re so great, shoving me around,” Jesse whispered against Dom’s lips. It was such a thrill, knowing that Dom wouldn’t run this time. Knowing that Dom was listening to every word he said. “You think I’ll listen to your orders just because you’re the boss.”
Anger flashed in Dom’s eyes; his grip on Jesse grew tight. “I told you not to hurt yourself.” He ran his palm down Jesse’s forearm, over the stitches. “What part of that didn’t you fucking understand?”
“The part where I’m supposed to listen to you!” Jesse spat onto his mouth, watching as the clear fluid slid over the cut on Dom’s lower lip.
Dom tensed. Then, as though he couldn’t believe it, he licked Jesse’s saliva off with the tip of his tongue. And he lunged, crashing their mouths together, pushing his tongue into Jesse’s mouth to return that fluid to him. Arousal lanced through Jesse’s veins.
“When I give you an order,” Dom snarled, “you will fucking obey me.”
“Yeah? Make me,” Jesse hissed.
Dom pumped his cock once, a rough tug that focused Jesse’s attention back to where they touched. And Dom dragged his heavy fist down, all the way to Jesse’s tip. Pleasure rushed through Jesse’s veins; he fought the urge to buck his hips. But he couldn’t stop his precome from smearing all over Dom’s fingers.
Instead, he yanked on Dom’s hair, so savagely that Dom swore and bit Jesse’s lip, a hard bite that broke skin—they were even now.
Except Dom squeezed the precome out of Jesse’s cock, rubbing his work-hardened fingers over the sensitive opening at Jesse’s tip. “So fucking wet,” Dom whispered.
“Not for you,” Jesse growled.
Dom smiled, pinching Jesse’s tip so hard that pain and pleasure twisted down his veins. Jesse swore and bucked, and Dom pulled his hand out, holding it up so his fingers glistened in the low light.
It was wet. All from Jesse.
Jesse hated that his face burned, he hated that he wanted Dom to do something with those slippery fingers.
And Dom did. He shoved his hand down the back of Jesse’s pants, smearing precome down Jesse’s back, to the crack of his ass.
Jesse’s ears rang. He knew he should fight back. To show Dom that he didn’t want it. But he couldn’t. He didn’t want Dom to stop.
“Tell me you hate this,” Dom whispered against Jesse’s lips. And he pushed his fingers all the way down between Jesse’s cheeks, spreading them apart. Exposing Jesse’s hole.
Jesse knew when Dom found it, because Dom’s breath shuddered out of him. Dom pressed down hard against that entrance, circling it. Jesse wheezed, his entire consciousness anchored on that one spot they touched. Wondering if Dom would push into him. Open him like he’d promised.
“By the end of tonight,” Dom growled, “you’ll know what it feels like to be fucked raw here.”
And he ground his fingertips against Jesse’s sensitive hole, smearing precome all over it.
Jesse almost came right there. He had the sudden mental image of himself stretched open, Dom’s cock plunging into him. Owning him.
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