A cold chill slithered up his spine.
Dom stepped up, pulling Jesse’s gun from its holster. Instead of setting it aside, he tucked it halfway under the pillows.
It said so much about Dom as a person, Dom putting the gun right where Jesse would be. So Jesse wouldn’t have to search for it in the event that they were attacked.
Dom understood. He never once mocked Jesse at all.
Jesse felt that overwhelming urge to bow for him again. To acknowledge Dom as his alpha.
“You need to bite me,” Jesse said. It wasn’t only about spiting Larson anymore.
Dom smiled, locking the door. He stripped as he headed over, muscles rippling, his cock pointing hungrily at Jesse.
Jesse shrugged off the last of his clothes. When he climbed onto the bed, he left his legs wide open, bracing himself on all fours. Whatever Dom wanted, it was all his.
Dom growled, pumping his cock as he followed Jesse onto the mattress. “Beautiful view, Sinclair.”
Jesse watched over his shoulder as Dom leaned in, pressing slow kisses down his spine. That soft, damp touch trailed to the small of his back, then down his asscheek. Dom grasped Jesse’s ass, spread his cheeks apart, and leaned in, dropping a lingering kiss on Jesse’s hole—it was a light touch, all warm breath and soft skin. Jesse gasped. No one had kissed him there before.
“I’m going to be rough today,” Dom murmured, the words vibrating into Jesse’s entrance. “Rougher than the last two times.”
He dragged something soft and wet over Jesse’s hole. Then he did it again. It was his tongue, Jesse realized. Dom was licking his hole. He couldn’t help squeezing; Dom rumbled, flicking the point of his tongue against Jesse’s entrance.
“Relax for me.”
Jesse relaxed. And Dom pushed into him, opening him. Tasting him. Jesse’s breath punched out of his lungs. “What—Dom, fuck. You can’t do that.”
Dom growled, sounding pleased. “Such a virgin, Sinclair.”
“I’m not!”
And he pushed his tongue deeper with the next kiss, licking inside, pulling out, pushing back in, so lewd and intimate that Jesse’s words left him. Small, soft sounds fell from his lips.
Dom leaned back a little, his musk stronger than ever. And he pushed his fingers back into Jesse’s hole, swirling them around. Except he pulled them out, and replaced them with his tongue. Over and over, Dom did that, invading Jesse, stretching him open, until Jesse writhed and spread his legs wider, trying not to whimper. Precome had soaked the sheets beneath him. “Dom, please.”
“Fuck.” Dom groaned. “Hands on the wall. Spread for me.”
Jesse scrambled to obey. He thrust his ass up, his thighs spread so wide, he knew Dom could see his hole clearly. It was right there, all for Dom’s taking.
Dom swore. He grabbed the lube from his nightstand, snapping its lid open. Then came the slick sound of him pumping himself, and the mattress indented behind Jesse. “Last chance, Sinclair.”
“Fuck off, Dom. I really hate you.”
Dom laughed. Then he slammed Jesse up against the wall and shoved his cock into Jesse’s crack, a thick length that forced his cheeks apart. Dom ground roughly against his hole.
“I mean what I said,” Dom whispered, his tongue a soft touch on Jesse’s ear. “I’m going to fuck you so raw, you’ll feel it into next week.”
“Prove it.”
Dom grabbed Jesse’s hips and yanked their bodies together. The next thing Jesse knew, Dom’s tip shoved blunt and forceful against his hole, smearing lube and precome over it. He would be utterly merciless, and Jesse loved it.
“What if I said no now?” Jesse gasped, his entire body singing.
“Too late,” Dom murmured.
He snapped his hips, the pressure against Jesse’s hole spiking, stretching Jesse open, forcing Jesse to yield around him. Jesse swore; Dom’s cock plowed halfway inside, a thick, hungry presence that stole all of Jesse’s attention.
He knew Dom was big. But he couldn’t help thinking it every single time, when Dom opened his hole and thrust ruthlessly in, forcing Jesse to stretch, to take him. None of Dom’s licking and fingering had prepared him for this.
Jesse throbbed so hard, he had to reach down to pump himself.
“So fucking tight for me, Sinclair,” Dom snarled, gripping Jesse’s hips so hard, he’d leave bruises. Just as he had the last two times.
“You’re slipping, old man,” Jesse retorted. “That all you can do?”
Dom laughed—more of a rasp. Over his shoulder, Jesse saw the gleam of his eyes. And Dom hauled him close, ramming his cock all the way in. Pleasure burned down Jesse’s veins; he panted and swore, his hole opening, his entire body focused on Dom’s presence in him, Dom’s sinful cock massaging him inside.
Dom began a hard rhythm, deep and forceful at first, then faster, burning pleasure into Jesse’s body with every stroke. He shoved Jesse forward on the bed, yanked him back and plowed into him, forcing him open, his cock never once leaving Jesse’s body as it made Jesse yield, pleasuring him, over and over until Jesse panted and gasped, and his legs shook with pleasure.
“Not—good—enough,” Jesse panted.
Dom snarled and threw Jesse face-down onto the bed, flat against the mattress. For the first time, his cock left Jesse, leaving an emptiness inside that felt like starvation.
Before Jesse could beg, Dom mounted him and pinned him down, his cock sliding wet and heavy between Jesse’s cheeks. Then it pushed between them, found Jesse’s hole, and when Dom fucked in this time, he had to have more leverage—each stroke was vicious and more violent than before.
He rode Jesse like an animal, thrusting savagely, hard and fast, each stroke sending so much pleasure down Jesse’s veins that Jesse couldn’t breathe, he could only take Dom’s frenzied thrusts, his hole opening for Dom again and again, until their bodies knew only each other, and Jesse’s cock ached, trapped against the mattress.
“Fucking bite me,” Jesse snarled. While he could still remember it.
Dom leaned in, his sweaty chest flush against Jesse’s back, his teeth pressed sharp against Jesse’s skin. Then he bit in so hard
