He stared up at me, complete surrender on his face. “What’s that, Master?”
“You.” I placed one knee on the bed, moved over him, my lips hovering over his. “You feel like you.”
His breaths were shallow, faster than a second ago.
“Kiss me, Dante.”
He lifted his head, meeting my mouth with his. I sucked in a breath. My need for him had been building, my leash on it ready to snap. Now that I’d succumbed to the realization that I had to have him, there would be no stopping this.
He moaned softly when my tongue met his. I rolled onto my back, taking him with me, crushing his warm body against mine. While our tongues danced, seeking, searching, I lifted his T-shirt, breaking apart only long enough to force it over his head.
My hands itched to touch, roaming over his skin, feeling the flex of his muscles, his warmth, his strength. I slid my hands into the waistband of his shorts, cupping his ass as I forced the fabric down. I wanted to feel him, and I wanted him to know what my intentions were.
And while I was eager for him, I had absolutely no intentions of rushing. I was going to take my time learning every inch of his delectable body.
With my tongue.
Dante
The gleam in Ian’s eyes had been present from the second he stepped through the door. I knew what he wanted, could feel his need coming off him in waves.
Me.
That was what he wanted.
Not simply sex, not to take from me without giving back.
I didn’t know how I knew that, but I did. He wasn’t like most men. Ian and Isaac were controlled, patient. And while they were quite open about their sexual preferences, their erotic desires, it wasn’t just a way for them to quench their thirst.
The way Ian’s hands squeezed my ass, grinding his thigh against my cock, I felt him slowing things down. His kiss was nirvana. And while he gave me the illusion I was in control, I knew better. Then again, he knew that was what I needed. The illusion. I had no desire to be in control. Not with him, not with anyone. I wanted this, wanted his dominance.
He rolled us again. This time, when I was beneath him, he didn’t hover over me. I felt his weight on me, but it wasn’t crushing. It was safety, security. He didn’t scare me, although I think somewhere deep down, he worried he might. I could’ve told him that wasn’t going to happen. I’d been scared plenty in my life, could feel evil in people, had since I was little. There was no evil here.
His lips trailed down my jaw, my neck. I turned my head, giving him better access.
“I want you to lie there,” he whispered roughly. “Lie there and enjoy what I’m doing. I want to taste you.” He lifted his head, looked in my eyes. “And when I’m satisfied with that, I’m going to bury myself deep inside you, make you beg me to let you come.”
“Please, Master,” I whimpered, bowing my body toward him, inviting him to do just that.
“I want to hear you, Dante. I want the whole fucking house to hear you. I want there to be no question as to what you like. Understand me?”
“Yes, Master.”
His lips grazed mine, slid over my chin, down my neck. I tilted my head back, moaning softly as his warm mouth trailed over my nerve endings. He took his time, never rushing. His tongue wandered over my shoulders, down one arm, all the way to my fingers, then back up before he did the same with the other. I didn’t move but he did. Lifting my hands, sucking my fingers, one at a time, into his mouth. He tickled the crook of my arm with his tongue, licked over my bicep, then all the way to my nipple. He nipped me, causing me to cry out as brutal pleasure slammed into me.
“Let me hear you,” he growled.
As his mouth continued its delicious assault, I grew louder, more desperate. He was driving me fucking wild, insane with need. His warm breath fanned the swollen head of my cock seconds before he licked me, making my body twitch. When he took me in his mouth, it took everything in me not to reach for him, to hold him there.
“Master … oh, fuck…” I threw my head back, my hips lifting, trying to take more than he was giving.
He chuckled, a sexy sound that danced down my spine.
Ian took me all the way to the root, the head of my cock spearing the back of his throat, but he didn’t remain there for long. A vicious tease that had my insides quaking.
Kneeling between my legs, Ian took my hand, curled my fist over my cock.
“Stroke slowly,” he ordered before his lips trailed the inside of my thigh, lower.
