Page 37 of Counterpoint
There was the glorious sound of the buckle opening. The slide of the tongue from the loops and the sensuous sound of a button and a zipper being undone. Adrian freed his thick shaft from his pants and underwear and stroked himself idly. “I suppose we’ll find that out.”
Adrian slid one hand into Dom’s hair and pulled tight. The shock and flare of pain had Dom gasping just as Adrian stepped in and shoved the head of his cock into Dom’s mouth.
He moaned around it, unable to move his head for the tightness of Adrian’s grip. Tears sprang to the corners of his eyes. So fucking good. No oneevermanhandled him like this.
“Suck it, Dominic. Now.” An edge to Adrian’s voice.
Dom shivered and did as told, with all his skill and passion, taking in as much of Adrian’s length as he could. Working his tongue around the shaft. Over veins, around the glans, into the slit, then opening his throat even more when Adrian thrust in. He’d fucking make Adrian come if he could.
If he was allowed to. Andtherewas the sense of freedom and euphoria. He didn’t have to worry about that—he only needed to take Adrian’s thrusts, open himself, and give the best blowjob he knew how.
He doubled down and was rewarded by a moan and Adrian’s slurred words. “Fucking hell. Your mouth. Goddamn.”
Dom strained against the cuffs and the link that held them together, wanting to feel the weight of Adrian’s balls in his hands, the hard muscles of his ass, but he was bound and restrained, and for the first time, he ached at the loss of control.
Adrian chuckled. “I was wondering when you’d realize that.” He gripped Dom’s hair harder. “Means you can’t stop me if I want to go deep.”
That was all the warning Dom had before the gentle thrusts in and out of his mouth became harder and more demanding. “Open for me, Dominic. Fucking take every inch of my cock.”
His moan sounded more like a whine, and he let Adrian slide in deep and long until he was almost sure he wouldn’t pull out enough to let him breathe—but he did. Just enough before he thrust in again. Fast, deep. His nose in Adrian’s pubes. Tears in his eyes. The slick sounds of grunts and choking and moans—his and Adrian’s.
“That’s it. Just like that. A good little cocksucker getting his face fucked like he deserves.”
Yeah. He did deserve it. He fuckingwantedit like this. He’d never known how much he’d needed this. It was hot and perfect and just brutal enough to leave him gasping and moaning and a total wreck. He was so fucking hard that if Adrian nudged Dom’s dick with his shoe, he’d spill all over those nice, shiny leather shoes.
He nearly did without the nudge, but he couldn’t quite reach that release. Heaven and hell. He’d never been suspended like that before.
Adrian’s hold on his head loosened ever so slightly, and his breath was hard and ragged as he spoke. “You’re gonna drink down every drop of my come, or I’ll make you lick what you spill from the floor.”
Oh god. Yes. He’d do either. Dom could only moan around Adrian’s shaft, and it thickened and thrust in and out of Dom’s throat until Adrian bit back a wordless curse and came hot and hard on Dominic’s tongue.
Dom sucked and swallowed and mouthed Adrian as he groaned and thrust with a hell of a lot less control than before, until he was utterly spent and Dom was left shaking and wanting with tears in his eyes. He looked up, and Adrian’s eyes weren’t dry either—his expression was almost one of shock.
Fingers traced his chin and caressed his lips. “Fucking hell, babe,” Adrian murmured.
Dom knew from experience that this wasn’t the end of the night. He didn’t expect Adrian to drop down to his knees, though, to take Dom’s face between his hands and kiss him like he was the only man in existence.
But that’s what Adrian did, and Dom moaned into him, every nerve on fire.
Adrian wiped away the wetness on Dom’s face. “I love tasting me on your tongue.”
“Fuck my face more often, then.” His words were whispered and hoarse.
A deep rumble of amusement and a pat on the cheek. “We’ve only had two nights.”
Felt like so much more. Everything with Adrian was hot and fast, and yet somehow so slow and perfect, too. Like now, when Adrian pulled him up from the floor and took him to the bed.
Adrian unclasped the cuffs from each other. “Lie down on your back. I’m going to tie you to the headboard for a little while. See what you think of that.”
Dom exhaled, a strange heat running through his body that had nothing to do with the ache of his cock. “Yeah, okay.”
Adrian took each arm and swung it up, murmuring how Dom should move, how he needed to position his body. Gentle voice, gentle touch. He was still in all his clothing, too.
“Wanna see you naked,” Dom said. Everything was heady and light again.
Adrian smiled and touched his face. “Do you?”
“Yeah. I mean, if you want? ’Cause I guess I’m not supposed to demand anything, am I?”
