Had Dom bitten his scent gland? No bite had ever felt this good. Every nerve tingled with the aftershocks of that bite, and his ass grew hotter, needier.
Dom groaned. Jesse reached down to pump himself. Dom snatched Jesse’s hands off, anchoring them against his back. And Dom rammed his cock all the way in, burning a bright-hot trail of bliss through Jesse’s body. Jesse’s eyes rolled back in his head.
“Donut?” Dom panted.
“Fuck you,” Jesse spat.
Dom held Jesse down, his next strokes so punishingly hard that Jesse almost pleaded for mercy. It felt like he was being owned inside, being taught how to accept Dom’s cock, and Dom’s cock alone. No one else would claim him this well, no one else would make his cock thrum so desperately, it was on the verge of blowing.
Over and over, Dom drove pleasure into him, so viciously that Jesse struggled to breathe, his climax approaching, his chest rubbed raw against the sheets. Three more strokes, and he’d get there.
Except Dom pulled out.
Completely.
He sat back on the bed, leaving Jesse’s hole raw and plundered, Jesse heartbeats from an earth-shattering release.
“What the fuck,” Jesse snarled, rearing off the bed. How dare Dom taunt him like that? When he knew how much Jesse needed to come?
Dom only smiled. “Come get it if you want it.”
24
Strength is
Son of a... Jesse pummeled him into the mattress, punching Dom in the chest. “Fuck you,” he hissed, straddling Dom, shoving their cocks together. But he’d missed his chance to climax. The friction only gave him a thrum of pleasure, not that crescendo he was expecting.
He wanted to do the same to Dom. He wanted Dom to regret being a tease.
Maybe he’d threaten to fuck Dom instead.
Jesse gripped Dom’s arms and bore down on him, knocking his legs apart. But Dom didn’t even look surprised. Damn, he was infuriating. So Jesse leaned in and bit hard on Dom’s lower lip, breaking it again. Leaving his mark on Dom.
Dom groaned and shoved his tongue into Jesse’s mouth, reaching down to tug on Jesse’s cock. Bliss jolted up his spine; it wasn’t enough. And Jesse was so close.
On a whim, he decided to chance it. He caught Dom’s knee and shoved it to the side. Then he caught Dom’s other knee and opened him, and he glimpsed Dom’s entrance—a small pink pucker that made his throat go dry.
Dom met his eyes—he wasn’t afraid, just expectant.
Yeah, Jesse wanted to fuck him. Really badly.
Dom reached for a tube on the nightstand, tossing it at Jesse. Lube.
Jesse stared. Gods, Dom was letting him do this. Had Dom been... planning for it?
He snapped open the tube and squirted way too much onto his hand. Slicked up his own cock. Then he touched his fingertip to Dom’s hole—it was small, tight. Could it fit Jesse? Dom had been slow with him the first time.
Jesse almost wanted to ask, You’re really okay with this? But Dom wasn’t even shoving him away. So he pushed his finger against Dom’s entrance, until it yielded to him and took him inside, stretching around him.
Dom was tight, blazing-hot. So good that Jesse could already imagine how Dom would feel around his cock. He groaned, pumping himself. He tried to make himself wait—he pushed another finger in, watching as Dom stretched further, dark and pink. Jesse scissored his fingers. Dom opened, and it was shadowy inside his body, enticing. Jesse dripped, his balls writhing in anticipation. “Fuck.”
Dom only smiled. He didn’t even look surprised by Jesse’s touch. Had he let someone else inside him before? Jesse decided that he didn’t want to know. Dom was his. His alone.
He wanted Dom to remember this moment they shared together.
“Add more lube,” Dom rumbled, his eyes dark. “I’m not like you, Sinclair.”
So Jesse squeezed more onto Dom’s hole, trying to push it in. He must’ve hit a spot inside—Dom sucked in a sharp breath. He had a sensitive spot there, just like Jesse did.
Delighted, Jesse curled his fingers, trying to find it again. It took him a while. Dom stiffened suddenly, squeezing around Jesse’s fingers. And his gaze scorched all over Jesse’s skin.
So Jesse aimed for that same spot. Dom gritted his teeth. Jesse circled it, pressing down harder, then harder again, until Dom cursed and his chest heaved, and his eyelids fluttered shut, his mouth falling open.
A triumphant roaring began in Jesse’s chest. He’d found a way to take Dom apart. The more he stroked Dom there, the harder Dom breathed. And Dom’s hole had relaxed completely, stretching when he pushed a third finger in. Jesse added a fourth finger. What would Dom look like, wrapped around Jesse’s cock?
His breath hitching, Jesse squirted more lube onto himself, just in case. Then he shuffled forward until they were hip-to-hip, his slippery tip pressed against Dom’s entrance.
“Do you have a safeword?” Jesse asked.
Dom’s mouth twitched. “I’ll take whatever you give me, Sinclair.”
How could Dom possibly be ready for that? Jesse resolved to watch him closely, just in case. Because that was what Dom had been doing with him all this time, wasn’t it? Dom had been able to tell, somehow, that Jesse had been fine with everything they did.
Slowly, Jesse eased his tip into Dom. Dom was hot inside, tight. Pleasure throbbed into Jesse; he couldn’t help groaning, snapping his hips forward. He sank into Dom, stretching him. Dom’s chest heaved, his eyelids fluttering shut.
Jesse was inside his alpha. And they looked perfect together, Dom’s own cock flushed and thick, his balls pulled tight, his legs open around Jesse, rendering him completely vulnerable.
“Does it hurt?” Jesse asked.
Dom cracked a smile. “Hell, no.”
That drew a groan from Jesse’s throat. “So I can fuck you harder?”
“It’ll take more than that to break me, Sinclair.”
And now there was a challenge in Dom’s gaze that Jesse couldn’t ignore.
Jesse slid almost completely out. Then he snapped his hips, fucking halfway into his alpha. Dom grunted, but it
