Except Dom reached between his legs, closing his fist in a tight grip around Jesse. Electricity hissed through his body, pounding where Dom touched him through the sheets. Jesse wheezed.
For a decadent moment, Dom held him close, pumping him sweet and slow. His touch was muffled, but it was there, Dom touching him where he was sensitive. Jesse bit down his groan. It had only been two days, but it felt like an eternity had passed since Dom last touched him. “Dom, please.”
“Fuck.” Dom pushed his hand into Jesse’s hospital pants, his calluses trailing down Jesse’s abdomen, to his straining length. Then he closed his fist around it, and bliss jolted through Jesse’s body.
He spread his legs wider, panting, offering himself to his alpha.
Dom barely suppressed his snarl, his gaze turning coal-dark. He yanked his hand out of Jesse’s clothes, leaving him bereft.
“Dom—” Jesse squirmed. It didn’t matter how much he had to beg Dom, it didn’t matter if begging meant he would submit. He wanted the feeling of Dom owning him, Dom inside him. “Please.”
“Don’t say that,” Dom rasped. “Or you’ll get bent over right here, Sinclair.”
Jesse leaked. He rolled over onto his front, showing Dom his ass. Dom yanked Jesse back upright, shoving his fingers between Jesse’s cheeks, forcing the thin material of Jesse’s clothes right against his hole.
“Wait until we’re home,” Dom growled, pushing forcefully, so Jesse almost opened around him. “Then I’ll fuck you raw.”
He stalked away to find a nurse, a thick bulge in his pants. Jesse palmed himself and squirmed, wishing time would pass faster.
It was awkward when the doctor came to check on him. Then they had him sign some forms, and Jesse changed into the clothes Dom had brought for him. When that was over with, Jesse followed Dom down the corridors and out the exit.
Scarcely had Dom closed the truck door when Jesse lunged, pushing his hand down Dom’s pants, grabbing his half-hard cock. Dom snarled, growing thick, his musk filling Jesse’s lungs.
“Fifteen minutes to home, Sinclair,” Dom snapped, but he was rutting into Jesse’s palm, a silky, heavy slide that made Jesse leak.
“If you’re completely covered with donuts, does that make you not indecent anymore?” Jesse stroked Dom’s thick length, base to tip, trying not to groan. Maybe they could just fuck here. That was okay, right?
Dom took two of Jesse’s fingers into his mouth. Then he hollowed his cheeks, the pressure on his fingers spiking. Jesse imagined that same feeling further down, Dom’s talented mouth sucking out all his come. He panted and groaned, pulling his cock out of his clothes.
Dom threw a blanket over him. Before Jesse could protest, Dom started the truck and began the drive home.
Jesse made himself wait. He focused on his stitches and the raw skin all over his body, he focused on the gunshot wound and the bruises. But none of that helped—they didn’t even hurt that much.
So he opened the donut box and began stacking them.
“What’re you doing?” Dom glanced over.
“Trying to figure how many you need.”
“Four?”
“Maybe six.” Jesse swallowed, trying to keep the donut tower upright. Then he licked the chocolate off his fingers, groaning. The chocolate always tasted so good.
“Damn it, Sinclair.”
“What’d I do?”
Dom gave him a hot look. “You sound like that when you take my cock.”
Jesse’s hole squeezed. “Fucking get us home.”
It took another eternity before they pulled into the driveway. Jesse leaped out of the truck, bringing the donut box with him. Dom got the front door open. Jesse didn’t even wait. He dropped the box inside the house, yanked Dom’s belt open, and ripped his pants down.
“Wait one second,” Dom hissed, but his cock sprung up, thick and flushed, looking like it needed to cram itself into Jesse. “We aren’t even inside.”
“If you put this in me, you’ll be inside,” Jesse retorted. He stepped into the house, bending over for his donut box.
Dom grabbed his hips and shoved himself between Jesse’s cheeks, a vicious thrust that threatened to rip apart Jesse’s clothes.
Jesse dropped the box, all his thoughts shot to pieces. He could only feel Dom’s length against him, the hot promise against the barrier of his pants, waiting to plunge inside. He rocked back against Dom, trying not to moan. Except Dom pushed his hand into Jesse’s pants and grabbed his ass, spreading his cheeks apart. Exposing Jesse’s hole. Jesse’s mouth went dry.
“Let—Lemme put this on you,” he groaned, fumbling to open the donut box.
Dom growled and locked the door behind them. Jesse grabbed a large, fluffy donut, dropping to his knees.
“Gods.” Dom swore, pumping himself. “You don’t know how good you look right now.”
His cock strained, his balls pulled tight. Carefully, Jesse fitted the donut against his tip—its hole was too small. So he pressed down on the donut, chocolate side facing him, watching as the donut hole stretched around Dom’s cock and tore, ripping further as it slid down his entire length.
“Fuck.” Jesse ached. He’d known how big Dom was, but the way Dom ravaged one single donut... He grabbed another and pressed it lightly against Dom’s tip. Dom snapped his hips, forcing his head through the donut’s center, ripping it open.
Jesse grew so hot, even his hole was damp. He pushed that donut down to join the first, and grabbed a third. They weren’t even close to done.
Dom smiled. “How many are you fitting on there? I’m not taking any off when I fuck you.”
Jesse shoved at his own cock, just so it wouldn’t hurt so much. “I’ll eat every last one.”
He cradled the third donut in his hands, cramming it down onto Dom’s cock, his hole squeezing when that got ripped open, too. Dom would do that to his hole, stretching him wide, merciless and demanding. Jesse needed him there.
He lasted long enough to push a fourth donut onto Dom, watching as
