Page 24 of Counterpoint
“I know you’re not.” He obviously saw something in Dom, but that didn’t mean Adrian was right. You could be wrong without lying.
A huff, and Adrian kissed his forehead. “Do you wanna borrow a toothbrush? I have those spares the dentist gives you.”
In the end, he did borrow a toothbrush, and a washcloth too before they crawled into Adrian’s bed—sans bedspread. That had been semen-stained and unceremoniously stripped off.
Dom snuggled up next to Adrian’s warm body. “Thanks for not making me sleep in the wet spot.”
“I would never do that.” Adrian played with Dom’s hair, which felt so sosogood. He shivered with the touch.
“And thanks for holding me down and fucking me,” Dom whispered. “Feel free to do that again.”
Fingers tightened in his hair, and Adrian’s chuckle was deep and wicked. “Oh, good.”
Dom closed his eyes and let Adrian’s touches, murmurs, and kisses lull him to sleep.
* * *
The first warm rays of sunlight filtered in through the edge of the window shade, nudging Adrian from the edge of sleep. The warm, heavy presence next to him was a comfort and a thrill.
Dominic, in all his lovely, sultry, tattooed glory slept next to him. God, what a joy last night had been. Those moans, that tight heat, and the way he’d shattered around Adrian—so fucking hot. Submissive, yet so full of fire, and with an open hungry curiosity for the cuffs that still dangled from Adrian’s headboard.
No jealousy that Adrian had tied up other lovers in this bed—just a natural and justified desire to know where he stood in Adrian’s life. Of course, that was shifting every minute they spent together, at least for Adrian.
What was he to Dominic? A fling? Maybe—but then again, he was still in Adrian’s bed. There were secrets Dominic held, answers he wouldn’t share that shaped his wants and his fears. That was only fair, though. Trust was a tenuous thing, built on moments and decisions and care. Adrian had no doubt that when Dominic was ready, he’d offer explanations.
Until then, it wasn’t really Adrian’s place to demand those.
He glanced at the clock and suppressed a groan. He had to get up soon if he wanted any chance of making it to work at his normal hour. He did reach over and flick the alarm off, though.
The movement must have been enough to wake Dominic, because the warmth of breath and lips ghosted over the back of his shoulder. “Morning.” That sexy, gravelly voice sounded so perfect.
Adrian turned over and gathered Dominic into his arms. “A very good morning.”
That sleepy smile was something else. Endearing, charming, captivating.
You’ve got it bad.
Rather than words, he spoke in kisses, until Dominic was tight against him.
“I need to get up soon,” he whispered against Dominic’s lips.
An unhappy grunt. “Do you?” Dominic shifted, his warm hand tightening on Adrian’s hip. Dominic’s hard length pressed against Adrian’s belly.
“Yeah, if I want to get to work on time.” He stroked Dom’s cheek. “I should have made you wait until Friday. Then I could have spent the morning taking you apart again.”
A smile like the sun. “Nothing stopping us from dinner on Friday, too.”
Adrian’s heart flipped. Maybe this wasn’t just a fling for Dominic. “I’d love that.”
Such beautiful lips on Dom, especially when his face and eyes were still edged with sleep. “Me, too.”
Well, another kiss wouldn’t hurt, and that led to another languid, deep taste, then another, until they were grinding together and breathless, Dominic on top.
Dominic sat up, and wrapped his hand around both their cocks, his thrusts sensuous and slow when he canted his hips. “Can you be late today?”
God, it was hard to think when Dominic looked at him like that, when he moved and slid so perfectly against him. Fuck. It was Thursday, so Adrian didn’t have any meeting until the eleven o’clock scrum. Sure, everyone knew he was usually in by eight-thirty, but he worked long enough hours that one late start wouldn’t matter.
“I—yeah. I can. For you.”
