Page 18 of Counterpoint
Dom shivered. Couldn’t help it. No one had ever spoken to him like that, with that heat and passion. Usually it was merely some variant of “I want my cock in your hole.” Or “Suck my dick.” He didn’t actually know how to process this kind of desire.
Didn’t have time, either. Adrian’s lips skimmed the back of his neck and Dom gasped, pulling the shirt that was still caught up in his hands taut against his lower back.
“How can anyone not think you’re beautiful?” Another murmur of words. “I want to show you so much. All the beauty you possess.”
Dom bit his lip and his eyes watered unexpectedly. Maybe because he was so damn turned on he felt like he’d come right there and then. Maybe it was that Adrian seemed to care, and Dom had only ever foundthatemotion in his bandmates. The guys he hooked up with wanted one thing—a screaming twink on their cocks.
Caring and sex didn’t go together in Dom’s world. Kind of like how love, relationships, and Domino didn’t mesh.
Adrian tugged at the shirt and freed Dom’s hands. He didn’t know what the hell to do with them, so he curled and uncurled his fingers and tried not to fall over as Adrian blazed hot kissed over his shoulders. Dom’s breath came in huffs and moans, and his dick strained against his jeans.
“You’re too used to getting off fast, aren’t you?” Amusement in those words. Adrian slid a hand around Dom’s waist and undid the button and zipper. “Bet you’ll come the moment I wrap my hand around you.”
Dom bit back the moan. Or tried to. It came out anyway, a thin sound against closed lips.
“Love that sound.” Adrian scraped his teeth against Dom’s neck. “You fighting against yourself.”
Too close to the truth. This wasn’t a hookup at all. He’d be back. If Adrian stopped now, he’d still come back. To hear that voice, to see his smile. “Fuck.”
“Soon.” Adrian hooked fingers into the waistband of Dom’s pants and pushed down until the fabric slid down his legs. Underwear followed, and Dom’s knees nearly buckled.
Adrian steadied him, though, hand across his belly and that strong chest pressed to his back. “I have you.”
And he did. He had Dom’s body and the hooks were already into his heart and soul. He couldn’t do this. He wanted to do this. Needed every moment of this like the parched earth needed rain.
He was soveryscrewed.
Adrian turned him around, and he was staring back into those brown-gold-blue eyes before Adrian took his mouth into a fierce kiss.
Dom moaned into it, his will to stand slipping away.
It vanished entirely when Adrian wrapped his hand around Dom’s cock. True to his prediction, between the torture of Adrian’s tongue against his and the tightness of his grip, Dom couldn’t stop from coming hard and fast. He clung to Adrian’s suit jacket, tears pricking at his eyes, and Adrian swallowed his shouts and moans.
Adrian caught him with his other arm, pressing them close as Dom spilled himself on him. Fuck. Oh god. He couldn’t breathe or think as his vision hazed over. He was vaguely aware of being lowered to the ground. Hands met hardwood, and when he could focus again, he was staring at Adrian’s leather shoes. They were brown, polished, and the winged stitching was fine and detailed.
Fingers stroked his hair. “I hope you enjoyed that as much as I did.”
The words didn’t make sense, and Dom struggled through the fog to answer. “I’m the one who came.”
“Yes, but Imadeyou.”
The power in those words made Dom look up.
Adrian brushed hair from Dom’s eyes. “I took you apart with words and kisses and a single stroke.” It wasn’t a smile on those lips—nothing so lurid. No, Adrian wore satisfaction and delight. “And I don’t think you’ll ever forget that I did, should you vanish from my life.”
Dom shook his head. “I won’t. Won’t forget it.”
“Good.” That word was like a kiss to Dom’s spine, and it stirred up the desire that hadn’t been quenched by his orgasm.
Nothing about Adrian was anything like any other man Dom had ever met, and he couldn’t get enough. He sat back on his heels. Dark splotches marred the perfection of the cloth of Adrian’s trousers. Semen had even managed to get onto the jacket. Despite that—or maybe because—Adrian was still visibly thick and hard under the wool.
Dom licked his lips. “I’ve ruined your suit.”
A laugh. “There are plenty of dry cleaners in New York, Dominic. And if I hadn’t wanted you to come on me, I wouldn’t have turned you around.” Adrian smiled down. “I rather like the thought of knowing your jizz was all over this suit when I’m sitting at my job.”
That thought lit through him like lightning.
Adrian caressed his cheek. “You’re so fucking expressive. So moved by everything, aren’t you? Books. Food. Art. I bet you’ve wept at paintings.”
