Page 40 of Wicked Temptations
I gasped, hips jerking forward into his grip. Jude’s hand was rough, unforgiving, jerking me hard enough to make it hurt. The sensation split me open, tore through my defences.
“Fuck,” I choked out.
“Yeah?” Jude’s thumb swept over the head of my cock, gathering the slick there, spreading it down my shaft. “This makes more sense, doesn’t it?”
I couldn’t answer. Couldn’t do anything except pant against the wall while he worked me over. My fingers scrabbled for purchase, and when they found his hair, I yanked. Hard.
Jude’s head snapped to the side with a startled moan, exposing the long line of his throat. I didn’t kiss him. We hadn’t done that since the night in the backseat of my car. But I could put my mouth on his neck, and I could bite hard enough to leave marks that would show tomorrow, so I dove in, teeth first, and bit down on the tendon there. He made a sound halfway between a curse and a moan, his hand tightening around my cock.
I sucked hard enough to bruise, licked the salt from his skin, moved lower to worry at his pulse point.
Since he’d made it clear I wouldn’t get to fuck him into the bathroom wall, I needed to take back some control.
“On your knees,” I growled against his throat, tugging his hair harder. “Get on your fucking knees, Jude.”
He hissed, rhythm faltering. “Fucking make me.”
I grabbed his throat again, thumb pressing into the hollow just below his jaw, and this time I squeezed without mercy. His pulse raced under my touch and his eyes locked on mine, bulging slightly at the lack of air.
We stayed like that for three heartbeats. Testing. Challenging each other for dominance. Jude’s mouth was open as he tried to breathe in without showing he was struggling. He was always so damn resistant.
But I wasn’t going to back down, and Jude knew it. He had to break. He had to fold and give in to me and do what I wanted.
Jude finally moved, sliding down my body until he was kneeling between my legs on the dirty bathroom floor. He was graceful even through his anger and reluctant submission, and I swear he put on a show for me; he folded in on himself so prettily and contritely.
His hands went to my thighs, pinning me in place as if I’d be dumb enough to walk away from this, and his mouth was right there. Right where I needed it, but with his lips pressed into a thin, tight line.
“Open,” I said.
His jaw tightened. Defiant to the very end.
I tangled my other hand in his hair and gave him a shake. “Now, Jude.”
He obeyed.Finally. His mouth opened, and I guided my cock past his lips, watched him take me in, and I groaned at the wet heat. The sight of it killed me. Jude on his knees, mouth stretched around my cock, eyes dark and furious and full of hunger, hair a mess and face red. It was fucking sinful.
I didn’t thrust. Not yet. I just held him there and let him adjust, letting us both feel the weight of this moment. I wanted him to understand that he was being such a good boy by getting on his knees and opening his mouth for me.
But then his tongue moved against the underside of my shaft—he couldn’t fucking help himself—and I jerked forward, choking him. He was such a sucker for punishment.
“That’s it,” I murmured. “Learn your place.”
He pulled back enough to speak, my cock slipping from between his lips. “Fuck you.”
I chuckled and used his hair to push his face back into place.
He took me back in, deeper this time, and his throat worked around me like a professional. I groaned, head falling backagainst the wall, as I allowed him to set the pace. It was rough and demanding, taking me like he was trying to prove a point. Maybe he was. Maybe we both were, though by now I’d forgotten where this had even started.
I twisted my fingers in his hair, and his hands moved from my thighs to my hips, gripping hard enough to bruise. The bathroom was filled with obscene sounds: wet and desperate and wrong in all the best possible ways.
“That’s it. Work that pretty mouth.” I was rocking into him now, meeting him halfway. I wanted to let loose and fuck his throat until he cried, but I also didn’t want to spook him. If I got too rough, he might push back and try to turn the tables again, and I might have been lost to reason, but I knew I didn’t want to come anywhere else than down his throat.
“Such a good cocksucker.”
He pulled off again, gasped for air, and looked up at me with eyes that burned. “You think this changes anything?”
“No,” I lied.
His hand wrapped around my cock, stroking while he caught his breath. Saliva connected his lips to my shaft, stretched thin before breaking. I swallowed thickly at the wet.
