Page 23 of Counterpoint
Dom could barely think straight for the pleasure coursing through him. The words, that mouth, and the hard, thick length of Adrian moving inside him. “Adrian,” he repeated.
“That’s it. Just like that.” Adrian withdrew and rammed in hard. “I want to hear you.”
He moaned and cried out as Adrian thrust over and over, stretching him, filling him with unbelievable light and heat. He was so close to coming again. Shuddered every time Adrian rammed against his sweet spot. Couldn’t hold on much longer.
Lips and teeth on his back. “You’re so fucking gorgeous. That mouth of yours. Your mind.” Adrian shifted, curling his fingers into Dom’s and tugging. “Let me have you, Dominic.” He slowed his thrusts.
Dom didn’t know exactly what Adrian meant to do, but he loosened his arms and found them carefully drawn back until his wrists were crossed at the small of his back and his shoulders and face were pressed into the bed. “Adrian!” The name came out like sparks and fire, like a cry and a moan all wrapped together.
Adrian replied with a deep rumble. “Like that?”
“Fuck yes.” He did. He always liked when men manhandled him, drove into him relentlessly, but there was something about the strength of Adrian, the way his hands circled Dom’s wrists, the sensual way he slowly rocked in and out of Dom that split his mind open.
“So do I. You beneath me. You’re so tight and hot and mine for the taking. Fast or slow.” Adrian thrust in hard. “Beautiful Dominic.”
Dom could only moan and shout and yell when Adrian picked up speed until he was fucking him with hard, deep strokes that seemed to spear into Dom’s soul each time he ground in. It was harsh and loving and perfect. And Dom was Adrian’s. Helpless under him. Being held in check by muscle and words and those hands around his wrist.
Fire burned inside Dom, and he couldn’t hold back as it left him higher and higher and the world narrowed down to Adrian fucking him down into the mattress.
Those thrusts became erratic, and Adrian cursed and moaned. He shifted his grip on Dom’s wrists, and a hand wrapped around Dom’s aching cock. “Come for me, Dominic.”
A stroke later, Dom did, screaming Adrian’s name as he broke into a thousand flaming pieces and burned while Adrian fucked him harder and harder until he too came with a groan that wracked Dom’s heart.
Sex had always been good. But this—this was nothing like he’d ever experienced. Not in his head or body. And when Dom collapsed onto the bed, when Adrian released his arms and slid next to him, when those same strong hands pulled him into an embrace, only then did he realize he was crying.
“Shh. I have you.” Adrian’s kisses were gentle against his cheeks and forehead.
“Didn’t hurt,” Dom pushed out. Last thing he wanted was for Adrian to believe he’d gone too far—because he hadn’t—this was just so fucking overwhelming.
“I know.” Another kiss, this one to his mouth, and slow and as tender. “It’s okay to feel.”
Dom sighed against Adrian and let those arms and hands and mouth soothe and comfort him as he fell back down to earth from the best orgasm in his entire life. Part of him wanted to apologize for being such a mess—but Adrian didn’t seem to mind. “I guess I did ask to be shattered.”
“Yes, you did.” Fingers traced Dom’s cheeks. “I truly hope you enjoyed that as much as I did.”
Dom huffed a laugh and stole a kiss of his own from Adrian’s lips. “It’s never been better than that.”
The spark in Adrian’s eyes and that grin were utterly perfect. They softened, and he stroked a hand down Dom’s side. “I have to work tomorrow, but please stay the night? Here with me?”
“Yeah.” Dom breathed out the word. “Okay.” Because there was really no place he’d rather be.
He was still pretty out of it when Adrian helped him to the bathroom to clean up. A glass of water later, his head spun a lot less and he watched while Adrian splashed water on his face, then toweled off.
“You know, I figured you looked hot under that suit the first night, but shit.” Dom admired Adrian’s body all over again, then shivered. Because that same body had controlled his so well.
Adrian grinned, a little flush on his cheeks. “It’s been a work in progress.” He raised an eyebrow. “You’re pretty ripped yourself.”
Dom glanced at his reflection and the vertigo came back for a moment, because with his hair all askew, naked, with his tattoos showing, he looked a lot more like Domino than Dominic. Except no one had ever fucked Domino so well he’d cried from it.
“Work out?”
He didn’t, not really. Except that playing onstage, dancing with his guitar, and the hectic schedule of touring gave him enough of a workout to tone his body to almost too lean sometimes. He was still gaining back some of what he’d lost last tour. “I walk a lot,” he said. “And my metabolism is annoyingly good.”
Adrian laughed. “Well, whatever the reason, I still can’t believe no one has ever told you how stunningly beautiful you are.”
Dom ducked his head. He wasn’t. That was the thing. Ray and Zavier? They were the beautiful ones. Especially Zavier, who had been born with astoundingly good looks. Next to them, Dom was plain. Domino only got attention because of the ink and his larger-than-life personality.
Fingers lifted Dom’s chin, and Adrian’s gold-flecked eyes peered into his own. “I’m not lying.”
