Page 39 of Wicked Temptations
Jude’s eyes went dark, pupils blowing wide as his fingers trembled against my fly. I knew how much Jude loved it when I touched him like that. He was a slut for it, and seeing the way his tongue darted out to swipe at his semi-parted lips drove me wild.
I tightened my grip just slightly, felt him swallow against my hand, and watched his expression shift from furious to something hungrier, defiant and needy. Jude needed someone who could put him in his place, and I was all too happy to be of service.
And just like that, it stopped being about Ryan or any of the games we’d been playing for weeks. It became about us and this tip of power and dominance. The way we collided. The way neither of us could walk away.
His free hand went to my throat, mirroring my grip in a last show of control, and we stood there, locked together, neither giving ground. I could feel his cock hard against my hip, could feel my own straining against my jeans, and I knew my fingers were squeezing harder than his.
“You can’t have it both ways,” he said. His voice was thick with need, the words catching in his throat, snagging around the bruises I was casually pressing in. “You can’t fuck me against a wall and then let some random asshole put his hands on you.”
He was a jealous, possessive little thing and, fuck, I loved it.
I loved it even more when I tore him down from his pedestal and reminded him that he wasn’t in control here.
“I do what I want.”
His grip tightened, making me gasp. “No, you—”
I surged forward, broke his hold, and shoved him hard enough that he stumbled back a step. Before he could recover, I was onhim, spinning him around and pressing his face against the wall. Just like that first time, my hand went to the back of his neck, holding him there while my other hand worked at his belt.
Jude thrashed against the wall enough to convince himself he was trying to break free, but we both knew it was an act. He wanted this too much.
“You don’t get to tell me what to do,” I said into his ear. I rolled my hips against his ass, letting him feel what he had instigated and what was in store.
“Fuck you.”
I laughed at his determination and humped him again. “I’m gonna make you beg for it this time, Jude.”
I got his belt open and yanked his jeans down far enough to expose his ass. He tried to push back against me, but I held him in place, kept him pinned while I finished getting my own jeans open with one hand. He bucked against me again, grunting as he struggled, and I paused to kick his legs apart, robbing him of his balance and leverage.
It was awkward and angry, and nothing like it should be, but that was us. We didn’t do things the right way.
My cock sprang free, and I pressed against him, letting him feel exactly what he did to me. He made a sound that might have been a curse or a plea. I couldn’t tell and didn’t care. I just needed to be buried deep inside him again.
“You’re gonna take this so well.” I heard myself crooning in his ear, surprised by how easily the taunts came. I’d always liked to top, and some partners had bought the filth out of me, but this thing with Jude was next level. “Beg for it.”
Jude grunted in response.
I rutted against him, let him feel the weight of my cock sliding between his cheeks while I sucked on my fingers. Once satisfied, I reached down and poked them between his ass to find his hole.He was tight, clenching against the intrusion, and I circled the rim slowly, teasingly, making him wait for it.
Jude struggled, hissing through his teeth. “You fucking—”
But his hand came back, gripped my thigh hard enough to bruise, and I knew I had him. He could fight all he wanted, but his body told a different story.
“What’s wrong, Jude?” I pressed the tip of one finger inside, just barely, and felt him tense. “Thought you liked being in charge.”
“Fuck you.”
“No, Jude. I’m fucking you.” I pulled my finger out, spat into my hand and slicked up, then replaced my finger with the head of my cock, pushing in just enough to breach him. The tight heat made me groan, made my vision blur at the edges. “Gonna fill you up right here in this shitty bathroom. Gonna make you take it so you learn not to pull that jealousy shit again.”
Jude moaned, low and rough, and for a second, I thought I had him. Thought I’d finally broken through that wall of control he kept wrapped around himself.
Then he pulled forward, slipping off my cock, and twisted in my grip.
I tried to hold him, but he was already moving, already using my overconfidence against me, and he spun us both around. My back hit the wall hard enough to knock the breath from my lungs, and then he was there, pinning me with his whole body, his hand around my throat.
“You think you can just take what you want?” His voice was ragged, savage, and so fucking hot I could barely think. “You think I’m that easy?”
His other hand dropped between us, found my cock, and squeezed.
