Page 93 of Counterpoint
Adrian whirled him around until they were face-to-face, chests touching. Dom grappled at Adrian’s shirt and met his heated gaze.
“You want me to fuck you?” Adrian growled the words.
“Yeah. Hard. Until I’m screaming.”
Adrian pushed him back until he hit the side of the bed. “You sure?”
“Want all of you. Like you want all of me.”
Something shifted in Adrian’s expression, and he nodded. “Then I need more rope. And the cuffs.”
Dom’s legs gave out and he crumpled to the bed, both stunned and entirely turned on. “Yeah. Good. Get them.”
A raised eyebrow. “Topping from the bottom, are you?”
Dom gave a shrug. “All those books say the submissive’s the one with the true power.”
Adrian laughed, and it was a pure sound. “Oh, babe. You’re completely there, all right. Quite capable of consent.” He went to his dresser drawer, the one with all his toys, and pulled out the cuffs Dom had worn before. And rope. Several more bundles.
“How many of those do you have?”
“Enough,” Adrian said, his teeth flashing as he grinned. He slid Dom’s glasses off.
Enough, indeed. By the time Adrian was done, Dom was bound in rope, ass in the air, hands cuffed to his ankles. It was heaven. He’d moaned and rocked and squirmed while Adrian pulled and tied and ordered him still. The end was pure bliss. Open, exposed, yet covered everywhere and secure. “Ohfuck. Fuck me.”
“That,” Adrian said as he ran a warm hand over one of Dom’s ass cheeks, “is the idea.”
The lube was cool and slick against Dom’s overheated skin as Adrian spread it up and down his crack, and he nearly lost it when Adrian pressed a finger inside him. The stretching and the pleasure of it all, on top of his senses being on fire all night long.
Adrian finger-fucked him slowly, and Dom groaned in frustration. He’d been riding the edge of pleasure for what felt like hours. “Fuck me. Please, please, please fuck me.” He tried to push back on Adrian’s hand, but he was too tightly bound—and that only spiked his pleasure higher.
“Iamfucking you,” Adrian said, too much amusement in his voice.
“I want it hard. This is—” Dom lost his breath when Adrian rammed several fingers in and slid over his prostate.
“You were saying?”
Dom pressed his forehead against the mattress and moaned. Another hard thrust. Same fireworks in Dom’s brain and body. “Oh god.”
“That’s what I thought.” Adrian withdrew his fingers, and there was the telltale sound of a condom wrapper.
Dom needed him. All of him. Every ounce of his focus. His hands and mouth and cock.
“You’re so splendid like this, babe. Out of your mind for me.” Adrian pressed against Dom’s hole.
That edge of pleasure vanished, along with Dom’s mind when Adrian gripped the ropes at his waist, and thrust in. All that remained was ecstasy and security and the hard, fast rhythm of being fucked into oblivion.
The room smelled of sex and rope and leather. Of Adrian. Salt and sweet clung to Dom’s mouth as he moaned and shouted and begged for Adrian to never stop. Never. Never. He wanted to stretch the moment, live in the heat and safety and joy of their union.
But when Adrian slid those hands up to Dom’s shoulders and kissed his spine while plowing into him, there wasn’t anything left to hold on to, and he fell over that edge, screaming into bliss and fire and light.
Adrian’s teeth scraped across Dom’s back. “Oh fuck, baby, yeah. Come for me.”
Dom could barely breathe through the intensity of it all, the way Adrian rammed in harder, the stretch of the ropes against his flesh as he shook. He’d never come without a stroke or some friction on his cock before, but he shot hard and long until tears were in his eyes and Adrian’s own shout was in his ear.
Didn’t really register that it was over until Adrian had him half unbound, ’cause his body sang and sang and sang like one giant guitar string that had been plucked. He was vibrating with love and life and delight and couldn’t stop.
“Adrian.” His voice was a scrape across broken glass.
