Page 78 of The Sterling Acquisition
Dante’s hand gentled in his hair, fingers threading through the dark strands with surprising tenderness. “I’ll help you,” he said, his voice softer than it had been all day. “I’ll help you taste me, baby.”
The endearment slipped out before Dante could stop it, but he didn’t take it back. Instead, he guided Orion’s face forward with careful hands. “Just open up for me, baby, just like that.” The sight of his cock pressing past Orion’s swollen lips, finally silencing that filthy mouth he’d been fantasizing about, nearly undid him.
This is really happening. He’s on his knees for you.
“Just like that... use your tongue... fuck, yes, just like that...”
Orion’s technique was clumsy and stilted, but the sight more than made up for it. The way he looked up with those glassy, desperate eyes, seeking approval as his fury seemed to be building back up, made it the single hottest thing Dante had ever experienced.
I could cum just from watching him,Dante realized.
“Enough,” Dante grunted, pulling Orion back up before he lost what little self-control he had left. “My turn.”
He spun Orion around, pressing him face-first against the van wall. Orion’s breathing was ragged, his body trembling with need and adrenaline.
“I want to hear you say my name when I make you cum this time,” Dante commanded, desire roughening the edges of his words as his fingers teased at Orion’s entrance.
Because I need to hear it. Need to know you’re thinking of me when you fall apart.
“Enough. No more,” Orion gasped, his forehead pressed against the cool metal. “Please, I—”
Dante had to grit his teeth.He said please. Every territorial instinct I have is going to interpret that as submission.
“I know what you need, baby,” Dante said, sliding one finger inside. Orion’s back arched, a low sound escaping his throat. “But we’re going to take this slow.”
Even though every instinct I have is screaming at me to claim you right now.
The stretch was careful, methodical. Dante added a second finger, then a third, working Orion open with deliberate precision. Every gasp, every whimper, every desperate roll of Orion’s hips was catalogued and savored by both his analytical mind and his possessive hindbrain.
“You’re going to feel so good around my cock,” Dante murmured against Orion’s ear, his fingers curling to find that spot that made Orion cry out. “So tight and perfect and all for me.”
Orion’s response was a choked sob. “I can’t... I’ve never...”
“I know,” Dante breathed. He wanted nothing more than to bury himself in Orion’s ass. But not like this. Not in the back of a stolen van, with the scent of sweat and adrenaline thick in the air. Orion deserved better—deserved to be spread out on silk, not up against a cold metal wall while they ran for their lives.
But fuck, he wanted to.
He pulled his fingers free, and Orion whined at the loss, his thighs trembling. Dante didn’t give him time to recover. “Press your legs together for me, baby,” Dante whispered against his ear, squeezing Orion’s thighs together. His cock, thick and leaking, nestled into the slick cleft of Orion’s thighs, the head already nudging against his tight hole.
So close.
So fucking close to where they both wanted him.
Orion gasped as Dante’s hands slid around his waist, one gripping his hip to hold him in place, the other wrapping around his cock. A rough, possessive stroke had him jerking against the wall, his breath hitching.
“You feel that?” Dante rumbled, his lips brushing the shell of Orion’s ear as he rocked his hips forward, his cock sliding between those clenched thighs. The friction was maddening—hot, tight, the soft skin of Orion’s inner thighs gripping him like a second hand. Every thrust sent the head of his cock catching against Orion’s rim, a relentless tease, a promise of what could happen if he just—
Just push forward. He’s ready. He wants it.
“This is what you do to me,” Dante groaned, his hips snapping into a brutal rhythm. His hand worked Orion’s cock in time, his thumb swiping over the leaking slit, smearing precum down his shaft. “Feel how hard I am for you? Feel how much I want to fuck you?”
Orion’s legs shook, his thighs trembling as he tried to clench them tighter, to give Dante more, to take more.
“Please,” Orion whimpered, his voice breaking. “Dante, I—”
“I know,” Dante growled, his free hand sliding lower, his fingers teasing over Orion’s balls before pressing down, right behind them, right where he wanted to be. “You want me inside you. You want me to ruin you.”
“Yes!” Orion sobbed, his hips pushing back, trying to take Dante deeper between his thighs, his cock throbbing in Dante’s grip. “God yes, but I’m scared–”
