He yanked Dom’s hand out of his pants, shoving him off. “I’m not submitting to you.”
He stalked toward the line of cabs waiting, each movement grinding his asscheeks together, his precome slippery between them. Dom had done that. Dom had touched all of Jesse’s cock, he’d rubbed Jesse’s hole, and the only place he hadn’t touched, was inside.
The thing in him rumbled, perking up with interest. He tried shaking his head to clear the fuzziness there, except he was so hard, he couldn’t think.
The warmth in his body had grown more intense, much more than when he’d first felt it in the bar. An aching need thrummed through his veins, pooling between his legs. His insides all felt hot. As though there was no way he could erase it, no matter what he did.
And Jesse realized there was no way they could stop where they were tonight. Not until he’d come so hard, there was nothing left in his balls.
15
“Donut”
Footsteps thudded more loudly behind him. Then musk and blackwood wafted into his nose, and Dom fell into step beside Jesse, his jaw set, his eyes burning. The line in his pants was bigger than ever. Jesse swallowed dryly.
When they reached the cabs, Dom stepped forward, opening the backdoor of one. But instead of ushering Jesse in, Dom climbed into the cab first.
Jesse almost thought it rude of him, except Dom left the door open.
It was an invitation. And if Jesse stepped into the cab with him, then they most certainly weren’t going anywhere for drinks tonight.
His cock damn near ripped through his pants. Jesse gritted his teeth and stepped in with him, pulling the door shut.
Dom gave the driver an address. “Make it quick,” he said, shoving a folded bill at the man. Then he reached over, cupped Jesse’s nape, and hauled him forward.
Jesse all but fell into his lap, cursing. Dom bit his lip and kissed him, and he thrust his tongue roughly into Jesse’s mouth. Their surroundings faded out, until there was only Dom, and Dom’s solid thighs, and his mouth devouring Jesse in a kiss he couldn’t keep up with.
“What the fuck,” Jesse hissed, wanting to pull away, at the same time he wanted to rip Dom’s pants open. “Not alone.”
Dom ignored him, sliding his tongue back into Jesse’s mouth, a good, deep thrust that made the rest of Jesse’s blood surge south, until there was none left in his head, and he couldn’t think.
“Better put that tongue to good use,” Dom growled.
Jesse fumbled with Dom’s pants, wanting to pull it open. Wanting to see what he’d do if his cock was suddenly out. But he couldn’t get a good grip on Dom’s belt, and his hands were shaking too much for him to do more than grope Dom, feeling the weight and thickness of him.
Dom broke the kiss to hiss in his ear, “I want to see your lips wrapped around that. Suck it good, and it’ll be ready for you.”
Wasn’t it raring to go? Except it wasn’t lubed—Oh. Jesse groaned, and Dom’s fingers dug into his skin, their lips sliding together in the most intoxicating kiss Jesse ever had.
He gasped when Dom released him, only to have his deputy close his mouth around his earlobe—the one with the earring. Dom sucked hard on that, a tantalizing pressure that went right between Jesse’s legs.
Jesse didn’t care anymore that they were in a cab. He yanked Dom’s shirt out of his pants and ripped it open, buttons popping, fabric tearing, until all that remained was Dom’s bare chest, broad and muscular in the glow of the streetlamps rushing by.
Dom’s gaze scorched. “You’ll pay for that,” he murmured. And he reached behind to grasp Jesse’s ass, his fingers dipping down his covered crack, pushing right against where his hole was.
Jesse’s entire body ached. He panted, yanking Dom closer so he could kiss him again. Didn’t matter that he was inexperienced. He wanted the upper hand.
He shoved his tongue into Dom’s mouth. Dom groaned, the sound sending a sweet rush of want through Jesse. Jesse grasped Dom’s torn shirt and hauled him closer, forcing Dom to lean in. So he was off-balance.
Dom broke the kiss, his lips gleaming with wetness, his gaze raking down Jesse’s face. It was only when he threw some notes at the cab driver and opened the door, that Jesse realized they’d arrived.
He stumbled out after Dom, barely glancing at the house, Dom’s truck parked in the driveway, the porch light a welcoming glow.
Dom prowled toward the front door. He got it open in seconds, and Jesse followed him into the house. The entire place smelled like blackwood. Some lights came on.
The moment the front door shut, Jesse lunged, slamming Dom against the wood so hard, it creaked. “You’re not getting the upper hand tonight,” Jesse snarled, hooking his thumbs into Dom’s pants, hauling him closer.
Dom’s gaze flashed. “Yeah? You’re saying that on my territory?”
Jesse kissed him hard, pushing his tongue deep into Dom’s mouth so Dom would see exactly what he meant.
Except Dom sucked on his tongue—the pressure took Jesse by surprise. And Dom hauled Jesse’s hips against his own, grinding their bulges together in a sinful slide of bliss.
So both of them were hard. It didn’t have to mean anything.
Jesse rocked his hips against Dom, trying to wrestle back his control. Dom slammed him into the adjacent wall. While Jesse recovered from the impact, Dom yanked on Jesse’s belt, halfway to unbuckling it. Jesse shoved Dom’s hands away so he could undo Dom’s belt first.
The more naked Dom was, the easier it’d be to pin him down. And slide inside.
“I’m crushing your cherry tonight,” Jesse
