Page 97 of Dance of Defiance
I press closer against him, and…oh shit…
Pretty sure he’s fuckinghard.
Roman’s face darkens. “I amnot?—”
“You swallowed my dick like a good boy last night,” I hiss, getting right in his face. “Begging for more, moaning around my cock while my cum filled your mouth. And don’t try to pretend you weren’t leaking precum into your pants while you did it, too.”
“Get the fuck away from?—”
He chokes, his eyes bulging when I let go of one of his wrists and jam my hand between us. I was right.
He’srock hard, his cock straining against his pants. And when I slide my hand over it, the fucking thing pulses and jumps, and gets even fucking harder.
Roman stares at me, his mouth hanging open as I start to rapidly jerk his dick through his pants.
“What’s got you so hard, wreckage…” I growl, dropping my lips to his neck. Roman stills, his breath catching in his throat. His free hand goes to my chest, but he doesn’t shove me back.
He just fucking grips my shirt in his fist.
“I—I’m?—”
“Was it the fight? The violence?” I rasp into his ear. “Is that what made you so achy for me? Because, fuck, baby, I know the feeling.”
I start to jerk him even harder, loving the way the fight goes completely out of him and he shakes against me as I pin him to the wall.
“Or is this the real reason you wanted to surprise me in a dark alley…” I murmur, my breath teasing over his neck as I pump his swollen erection. “Because you were just dying to get this big dick played with…”
My hand keeps moving, pumping him fast. His eyes roll back, his jaw going slack as his body starts to shake against me.
I could make him come in his pants right fucking now, and it’d be hot as fuck.
But I’m not going to.
Not after he fucking jumped me.
What I will do, however, is make apoint.
“You wanna fucking come for me?” I snarl into his ear as I squeeze his dick and jerk it faster. “You wanna make a cummy mess in your pants for me?”
Roman whimpers desperately.
I give his throbbing hard cock one more squeeze and pump my arm for three more fast strokes. And then, just as his cock is swelling even harder, and twitching in my hand?
…I let go.
Of his dick. Of him. I step away, smiling smugly.
“I don’t give a fuck what label you give yourself, asshole,” I hiss. “Gay, bi, straight, whatever.”
Roman swallows heavily as I step back into his personal space, his face flushed.
“But labels aside,” I growl as I lower my mouth to his ear again, “you getreal hardfor dick, motherfucker.”
Roman’s throat bobs, and he stares at me with wild eyes as I step away.
“Fuck you,” he chokes.
“Not agoddamnchance,” I snarl. “And believe me, that’s not going to change until you can look yourself in the eye and admit who you are.”
