He shoved Dom off, lunging onto him to pin him down. Then he kicked off his pants for the same freedom of movement Dom had, and flung off his shirt. When he sat up, naked and straddling Dom’s hips, Dom rumbled, raking his gaze over Jesse’s chest.
A blunt tip pushed between his cheeks, before Jesse was completely aware of it. Wetness smeared against his skin. Dom locked their gazes together, anchored Jesse down, and rolled his hips, his cock sliding roughly against Jesse’s hole, a sweet, dark promise.
Heat exploded through Jesse, like a floodgate somewhere had blown open.
Jesse hissed, scooting further up Dom’s chest. So Dom couldn’t pull that again. But it didn’t stop the way his cock fucking hurt, it was so hard.
Dom only smiled. “Gonna be this hard when I fuck you, Sinclair?”
Damn, but Jesse loved when Dom called him by his last name. It meant that Dom was speaking to him, instead of pretending that they were just coworkers, that everything was fine between them.
“Guess you’ll have to find out.” Jesse panted, shuffling forward to rub his cock against Dom’s face—same as what Dom had done to him. It gave him such a thrill; Dom was his deputy. And Jesse’s cock skimmed his cheek, precome smearing over Dom’s lips.
Scarcely had he ground against Dom’s mouth, when Dom reached around, his callused fingertips brushing Jesse’s ass.
It was his only warning; their eyes met. And Jesse realized his legs were spread, his hole vulnerable.
Dom seemed to be waiting for something. Jesse didn’t know what.
A split second later, Dom drove his fingers between Jesse’s cheeks, pushing them apart, searching out his entrance. Jesse gasped at that intimate touch, his pulse stumbling.
Dom found his hole a heartbeat later, grinding his fingertip against it. He watched Jesse. And sank his finger all the way inside, the shock of his entrance erasing the rest of Jesse’s thoughts.
It burned a little. Mostly, Jesse couldn’t get over the sensation of Dom inside him, a demanding touch that wasn’t his own.
Finally.
Dom’s eyebrows lifted. “You’re damp inside.”
“Shouldn’t I be?” Jesse had been when he’d tried fingering himself, too. It hadn’t occurred to him that it wasn’t normal.
“Just odd, is all.” Dom swirled his finger around inside, until he brushed against something that made spots dance through Jesse’s vision. Dom growled. And he jammed his finger hard against that spot, so pleasure shot through Jesse and his eyes rolled back; he couldn’t breathe.
“Fuck,” Jesse panted. “What the fuck?”
“Your prostate,” Dom rasped, grinding down hard on it. Jesse clenched around him, his legs spasming, trying to deal with that pleasure. “It’ll feel better with my cock there.” Dom’s voice dipped so low, it raked down Jesse’s nerves. “You’ll scream, Sinclair. You’ll come so hard, you’ll fucking thank me for it.”
And he shoved down on that spot, over and over, until Jesse’s balls squeezed so tight, he thought he might come.
Dom pulled his finger out and pushed two in, stretching Jesse wider than before.
Submitting to Dom seemed like such a good idea. The instant that thought flashed through his mind, Jesse came to his senses.
He yanked himself away, so Dom’s fingers slipped out of him, leaving an emptiness inside that he wasn’t sure how to deal with. He stumbled to his feet, stalking off, trying to figure out what his options were.
But Dom caught up with him like a beast, and slammed him against the back of the couch. Jesse’s nerves sang.
“I told you earlier,” Dom rasped, his body hot and hard behind Jesse. “This cherry is mine.”
And he pushed his fingers back into Jesse, three this time. An animal sound tore out of Jesse’s throat; pleasure throbbed through his body, his muscles stretching around Dom in the most sinful way.
Why the hell did Dom have to feel this good? “Fuck you.”
Dom’s breath rushed hot against his ear; he pressed his chest against Jesse’s back, sliding his fingers slow and deep, preparing Jesse for his entrance. Then he pulled out, pushed four fingers in, and Jesse dripped, stretching around Dom. But four fingers didn’t even compare to the size of his cock.
“There’s only one word that’ll make me stop tonight,” Dom murmured. “‘Donut.’ Anything else, and it’ll mean, ‘Fuck me, Dom.’”
Vaguely, Jesse knew the word meant something else outside of this moment. Something important. But he couldn’t remember why that was right now. All he knew was that he didn’t want Dom to stop.
Dom’s lips skimmed his ear, a soft, wet touch. And he pulled his fingers out, his cock grinding solidly between Jesse’s cheeks, sending a jolt of need through his body. “‘Donut,’ Sinclair. Say it.”
Jesse shoved him away, so ravenous that he couldn’t think. “Fuck you.”
Dom smiled then, his gaze so dark that it burned Jesse wherever it touched. Jesse made to step away; Dom lunged, pinning Jesse down against the couch, forcing him to bend over. With his free hand, he grasped Jesse’s asscheek and spread it. Exposing Jesse’s hole for his plundering.
Jesse’s breath punched out of his throat. And Dom shoved his blunt tip against Jesse’s entrance, a hot, slippery touch that spelled in no uncertain terms how this would turn out.
Jesse turned to leave, just to see how Dom would react. Dom crushed him down and snapped his hips, and his cock ground against Jesse’s hole, a hard friction that made Jesse pulse.
“Fucking say it,” Dom hissed, his chest heaving, his cock heavy.
“No,” Jesse growled.
And Dom spat. He lifted his cock away from Jesse’s ass for a second. When it returned, it was wet, slippery. About to slide inside. Jesse groaned, struggling beneath Dom—forcing Dom’s hand.
Dom anchored him down and thrust. His tip opened Jesse’s body, stretching his muscles as he sank in.
Holy fuck, he was big. Jesse couldn’t breathe.
“Fuck,” Dom rasped, his voice hoarse, his breaths coming in quick, sharp gasps. “So damn tight, Sinclair.”
Jesse thrashed beneath him. “Get the fuck off me.”
Because like hell he’d bend
