Chapter 10
SERGEI
Leo Cavanagh was a complex man. One second, he was calling me a murderer, and the next, he was standing naked in front of me, looking at me like he wanted to devour me whole.
I would have thought the lustful look in his eyes was wishful thinking on my part, except he was carrying a bottle of lube and a condom.
A thought niggled at the back of my brain that the switch-up was too fast and didn’t make any sense, but my dick was throbbing, and I was at the point where I didn’t give a damn once his cock—his very nicely thick cock—was up my ass.
“You want to fuck me?” I asked again for good measure.
“No, to administer a colonoscopy. What do you think?”
Damn his snarky hide. But would he even be Leo without it? He was perfect the way he was, prickly and all.
“You’re sending me mixed signals.” I gave my cock a lazy stroke, keeping my eyes fixed on him. “I thought you hated my guts.”
He shrugged, ripping open the condom with his teeth. “I still do. Don’t tell me a man like you thinks more of sex than an opportunity to get off?”
I frowned, watching him slide the condom over his length. The only reason I was certain he wasn’t trying to trick me was because of that erection. There was no hiding it. He might very well hate me as he said, but he wanted me too.
“Didn’t take you for that kind of man.” I licked my lips and reached over to turn off the tap.
Leo’s laugh was hoarse and held no humor. “You think a few facts on paper mean you know someone?”
He was right. I had an impression of him, but I didn’t know him. I couldn’t guess what thoughts were behind those unwavering gray eyes. He kept himself so fucking guarded all the damn time.
He and Bradley had been swingers. Sleeping with strangers obviously came easily for him, but for some reason, that didn’t sit well with me. I didn’t want to be just another ass he fucked, then forgot about. As far as the stubborn expression on his face went, that was exactly what he hoped to do.
Then it’s going to be up to you to make sure he never forgets.
“If you didn’t shut me out, I’d learn a lot more.”
“There’s nothing for you to learn except how to please me.” He pointed to the floor in front of him. “Kneel.”
My knees started to bend of their own accord, but I steeled my nerves. “Maybe I don’t take a knee for anyone.”
The corner of his lips quirked up. “I bet you’re not only used to being on your knees, but you’re a good cocksucker. Aren’t you?”
Partly.
He was wrong that I wasn’t averse to kneeling.
Yes, I was good at it, but I was particular about what went into my mouth.
I never sucked off any of those sex workers I paid.
The whole thing was too intimate for me to share with a stranger.
But Leo passed inspection without even trying.
I wished I knew why, so I could find a way to handle these alien feelings.
It was jarring, the way he could make me do things no other man could.
The only fucking consolation I found was that he hadn’t yet realized how much he could get away with.
“Sergei.” The way he said my name, soft, low, like it belonged to him, stole the breath from my lungs. “Kneel.”
My chest rose and fell unevenly as I sank down in front of him, the cold tile biting into my knees. I moved closer on instinct alone, drawn in, until I was right where he wanted me. Close enough to feel the heat of him. Close enough that all I had to do was lean forward to taste him.
But I didn’t.
I stopped there, waiting while that damn belly button piercing tempted me. It was so fucking sexy.
My hands hovered uselessly at my sides before settling against my thighs, fingers digging into my flesh because I needed something to hold on to.
Something to ground me so I didn’t forget myself at his feet.
It would be so easy to forget that I was human and give in to the baser urges of the animal that lingered beneath the skin of every man, some closer to the surface than others.
Mine had always come alive in violence, sharpened by blood and control.
Leo was the only man who had ever drawn it out with desire.
My gaze lifted to him, searching his face, reading him the way I would any threat.
Except he wasn’t one. I dropped my eyes to his cock, which was right there, hard, heavy, already sheathed, and I hated it.
Hated that fucking barrier that would prevent us from being skin to skin.
Hated that I couldn’t just take him into my mouth the way I wanted to.
Because I needed him to know I would never touch him without his permission. I craved his consent more than I craved coming.
I tilted my head back slightly, exposing my throat without thinking, my mouth parting as I looked up at him through my lashes.
“Tell me what you want,” I said, my voice rough. “Or I won’t touch you.”
For a second, he didn’t answer. He just looked at me, and, I thought he wouldn’t respond. That he would change his mind.
His gaze dragged over me slowly, deliberately taking in every inch of me kneeling there in front of him.
My pulse kicked harder, my fingers pressing into my thighs as I held still under it, forcing myself not to move, not to reach for him without being told.
My cock was so hard, leaking precum onto the tiles.
“Look at you,” he murmured, almost to himself, but I heard the discovery in his voice. The discovery that he held so much power over me. “All that strength…all that power and you’re going to kneel there and wait for my permission?”
“Yes,” I answered, too quickly for my response to be anything but embarrassing, but I didn’t take it back. I didn’t want to take it back. There were already so many lies and so much distrust between us that I didn’t want him to have any doubt about what this was. About my craving for him.
“Use your hands first,” he said, voice calm, controlled. “Slow. I don’t want you rushing through it like you’re desperate.”
I swallowed, nodding once before I moved, tentatively tracing my fingertip down the most prominent vein. I touched him exactly like he told me. Carefully. Lightly. Sweat popped up on my forehead, and my breathing turned ragged as I fought with my self-control to give him what he needed.
I took my time, letting my hands do the work, aware of every shift in his breathing, every small reaction I could pull from him with the stroke of a hand. I watched him the whole time, searching his face, needing to see it—needing to know I was doing it right.
That he liked it.
That he wanted me there.
But the longer I stayed like that, the harder it got to keep control. He was right there. Close enough that I could feel the heat of him, smell him, hear the slight hitch in his breath when I cupped his balls and squeezed gently.
It wasn’t enough.
It stopped being enough too quickly.
My restraint slipped. I leaned in without thinking, chasing more, wanting more than what he’d given me permission for. My lips had barely kissed the tip of his dick when he fisted his hand in my hair.
“Easy.”
My head was pulled back, not violently, but firmly enough to stop me in place. Firm enough for him to assert his dominance. That one act drew a sharp breath from my lungs, my eyes snapping back up to his.
Fuck.
The pressure in my chest intensified, and heat flooded my groin.
My lips parted, and a whine I would be embarrassed about later bubbled up from my throat.
His grip didn’t loosen in my hair. If anything, it lingered and tightened, holding me away from him with his cock dangling just above my mouth, teasing me, torturing me.
“Who would have guessed you’re actually a greedy cock slut?” He rubbed the thumb of his free hand over my lips, then slipped it into my mouth. I barely gave it a lick, and he popped his thumb out.
Why was he denying me like this? My cock was so hard it was painful.
“Open up, dollface, but stay still. I get to take your mouth the way I want. Got that?”
“Y-yes, sir.” The words were scraped raw and raspy from my throat.
Leo guided his cock between my waiting lips, tentatively, as though testing my restraint. Only a couple of inches in, and he pulled out, leaving me with that humiliating whining sound in my chest again.
“Let me see your tongue.”
I pushed my tongue out, and he slapped me there with his cock—once—twice—hard enough to make the muscle begin to go numb. Then he locked his hands behind my head and shoved his cock down my throat, making me choke.
“Uh-uh, you don’t get to move,” he said, and I kept still, breathing hard through my nostrils and drooling all over his cock as I clung to my gag reflex as best as I could.
“That’s it. I know you can be good for me, can’t you, dollface?”
I was torn between wanting him to use my real name and finding a fascination with this nickname he’d come up with for me.
When I pictured a doll, it was something dainty and pretty.
I was neither, and yet the way he pulled out, then thrust himself to the back of my throat rang true.
He was using my mouth like an inanimate object—like a sex toy. A sex doll.
And I allowed it.
Because for the first time, Leo was looking down at me with something other than hatred, and the pleasure radiating from him was enough to keep me at his feet, allowing him to ravage my throat despite the soreness that was building in my jaw.
I had this one chance to convince him this was not just a onetime thing between us, and I had every intention of getting it right.
I widened my jaw, relaxed the back of my throat, and moaned around his girth.
“Fuck.”
He canted his hips, slowing down to fuck my throat with steady strokes. Fuck the stinging in my eyes. Fuck my burning lungs. Who needed air when I already felt so lightheaded from the pleasure I was giving him?
“That’s enough.”