Page 15 of Announcing Love
Artem didn’t argue. He went to work, scouring the web while Tip tried to keep his mind blank. When Artem had admitted to being a virgin, Tip had been horrified. The closer he got to having Artem in bed again, the hungrier he got. The ugly, dark, possessive side of Tip that he kept hidden purred a little at knowing he would be the only one. His ego was fluffed like a pillow straight out of the dryer. The only downside was the whole having to go slow thing. He could do it. Artem just had him low on patience.
“This place sounds good. Southwestern fusion cuisine. Bold flavors with our signature spices at down home prices.”
A smile stayed glued on Tip’s face around Artem. He read the ad like auditioning for their commercial. “Do they have online ordering, or do you want to sit in another restaurant?”
“The room you got us is actually more like an entire fucking apartment, so I’m cool with eating in. As long as I have a chair, I’m good.” A moment passed. “We should just go there first and grab our food. That makes a hell of a lot more sense than going back to the room only to get right back out to come to the room again.”
“That’s fine.” Tip actually preferred that. He didn’t want to be interrupted once he had Artem shut in that room.
“I’m ready to take a hot shower and relax.” Artem paused. “Plus, I can’t wait to have you alone where no one can see.”
The heat in Artem’s voice took Tip all the way out. It was at such odds with his usual self. Tip had never been hit so hard by lust. He needed to swallow it and find his patience. Artem had wanted to go slow last time, and that was why they almost hadn’t even happened. If Tip wanted this, he needed to be someone he wasn’t. He had to be gentle and sweet. Tip had to ease Artem into things. He just needed to not be himself. Artem’s fingertip traced the shape of Tip’s ear, bringing chill bumps to the surface of his skin. He glanced over. Artem stared at him the same way he had that night in the parking lot of that wireless store. Tip lost control.
Without warning or thought, Tip swerved off the road. They were in the middle of nowhere, with only acres of farmland surrounding them. In a flash, Tip was across the console and on him. The seat went back and Tip ate at Artem’s mouth, taking everything. Artem was there for every second. He didn’t back down. A ripping sound filled the air as Artem tore the two halves of Tip’s dress shirt open, sending buttons flying. It was a massive SUV, but there was still barely any room. That didn’t stop them. They fought like animals to get each other out of their clothes. All good sense and planning vanished. He didn’t know what happened. They fought each other to get to the back the fastest and lay the seat down. Less than two minutes from the time he pulled off the road and, with only the small packet of lube from Tip’s wallet, Tip was pressing his way inside.
Artem didn’t let him go slow. With his palms flattened against the back door, Artem tried taking what he wanted. “Oh God. Please? Don’t stop.”
Tip was just far enough gone to let Artem have his wish. He slammed inside Artem. A loud moan filled the car, sending Tip further into madness. With Artem’s legs in the air and zero care, Tip took him. It was violent. Artem begged for more. He bit and clawed. Tip clenched his teeth and tried to cling to any sanity. There was none. Artem’s body felt more amazing than anyone Tip had ever fucked. His every reaction was ten times hotter. He was fucking perfection. Artem was everything Tip searched for his whole life and never found. He took punishment like he needed it to survive. The controlling, sadistic bastard inside him got high as hell on Artem’s body. He was like an addict with an endless supply at his fingertips. A glutton.
“Tip. Goddamn. Please?”
Tip grabbed Artem’s throat, cutting off the sound of begging. They held each other’s stare. Tip had found him now. He stared down at the man for him. Artem belonged to him. If he tried to get away… Tip scared himself at the thought. He already choked a fucking virgin. It was like he had lost his mind.
“If you ever want to breathe again, I suggest you come.” Tip sounded inhuman. Still, he loosened his grip, letting Artem have enough air to survive.
Artem whimpered, and then his entire body jerked. Cum jetted through the air and Tip was the one who couldn’t breathe. He slammed himself inside Artem, struggling against the pull of Artem’s body. A cry ripped from his throat as his orgasm hit. Artem owned his soul. There was no going back.
He had never been more spoiled. Tip bathed him and fed him. He cuddled Artem and wouldn’t stop doting on him. Various desserts sat on the bed, surrounding them. Artem sat between Tip’s thighs with his back against Tip’s chest and let Tip feedhim. He tried a little of everything. A happy hum lived inside his head alongside a hint of horror. He didn’t recognize himself.
Artem couldn’t lie. His body hurt. He was in pain. Every time he thought about what happened in that SUV, he blushed. He had begged, fucking pled for the dick. How horrifying. There was a bite mark on his chest and light fingerprint bruises everywhere. He had wanted Tip to hurt him. His body stirred just thinking about it, and life made so much sense now.
Tip kissed his ear.
Artem’s eyes fell closed.
Tip’s hand ran across Artem’s stomach. “I swear I hear your mind churning. What’s going on in your head?”
“I’m not sure.” Artem was too embarrassed to admit he had scared himself. He was humiliated by how he had wanted the pain. Fuck, it had felt so good. What was wrong with him?
“I still remember the first time I really bit someone during sex. They actually shoved me away from them. I spent a good six months after that just going through the motions, meeting my body’s needs, but not really. That probably doesn’t even make sense.” Tip sounded as defeated as Artem felt.
His discomfort emboldened Artem. “I’ve had chances over the years to sleep with guys. They would kiss me, and we’d get close, but then I’d make some excuse and bolt. I’ve always blamed the artist in me. People feel very tepid and watered down. I thoughtmaybe I was broken. It’s always seemed like I feel things deeper than other people. Men don’t want the dreamer, and I don’t want the guy who can’t lose himself in me completely.” Artem swallowed. He didn’t think he should go on, but he did. “I think you did for a minute.”
“More than a minute. I’m sorry if I scared you. Sometimes, I terrify myself, but I would never hurt you.”
“You don’t scare me. My only fear is you walking away after showing me myself.”
Tip held him. It was such a loving embrace that Artem’s throat swelled. “You must be joking. I just found you. Please don’t take that away from me.”
Artem closed his eyes and swallowed. He hadn’t been so close to tears in years. “I’m not going anywhere.”
Tip’s phone buzzed. He grabbed it and checked his messages. To Artem’s surprise, he unlocked his phone and opened the message with the phone held in front of Artem—like he had no secrets. That was a nice change. A picture of Ginger in a horse trailer appeared on the phone.
Quince:On our way to New York.
He watched Tip type.
Tip:Thank you for coming so quickly. We were afraid for her safety.
