Chapter 21 #2
Once I’m done raking mousse through my curls, I pull on the lacy thong I had on when I snapped a pic for him and leave the rest of my clothes folded on his bathroom counter.
My heart skips as I turn off the fan and hear the faint clacking of what sounds like a keyboard.
I peek out of the bathroom, finding Rev seated on his chaise lounge, his laptop positioned on his sprawled-out legs. He took off his shoes and suit jacket. Two of the top buttons on his dress shirt have been undone, giving me a glimpse of his smooth, tempting skin beneath.
Shamelessly, I drink him in. He’s beautiful, inside and out. Yes, he’s taken lives, but he’s saved them, too.
He glances up at me, dangly earrings swaying and cold blue eyes hooding with lust.
“What?” I blush.
“I like this scene too much.”
“What scene?”
“Coming home to you.”
I forget to breathe for a moment. My body moves over to him without instruction, tucking in next to him on the couch. There’s not enough room for us to sit perfectly side-by-side, so I’m turned into him a little, a hand resting on his chest.
Rev shuts his computer and sets it on the floor, his full attention shifting to me. The simple act of consideration has me easing onto his lap. We’re too big for this, but I don’t care.
His head drops back as he places his hands on my hips. “How was work last night?”
“Boring without you there.” I wiggle a bit on his lap.
“Oh?” He smirks. “No fiery attitude from you?”
I nuzzle my face into his warm neck, breathing in his scent. “Might have missed you.”
He runs his hands up and down my bare spine. “Missed you more.”
“Does it bother you?” I murmur.
“What?”
“That I dance at a nightclub.”
“If I say yes, are you going to quit?”
I debate this. As much as I’d love for him to go all caveman possessive, I also need the money.
“No,” I answer simply.
“Then no, it doesn’t bother me.”
Teasingly, I flick my tongue along his neck. “Liar.”
“You’re right. I want to disassemble everyone who looks at you.”
“That’s really fucked.”
He rumbles in approval, hands sliding down to grip my ass and slide me forward so our cocks line up. “You love it.”
The words almost slip out that I do. I can’t let him know how deep I’ve fallen into this with him. Admitting to missing him is one thing. No need to jump to love declarations.
“You’ve gone quiet on me, kitten.”
A shaky breath slips free. Eyes dropping to his silky tie, I wrap a hand around it and give him a tug.
“Dante. Communicate.”
“It’s just…you make me believe I could be happy.”
He eases me back, so I’m forced to see his serious expression. “Why do you seem so sad then?”
“I don’t know.” I shake my head.
“Try to explain.”
He’s working so hard to puzzle out my words and emotions, I fear smoke might curl from his ears. I fear he might cut me open and examine my insides if I don’t satisfy his need for answers.
I focus on tracing my fingers along the skin revealed from his undone top button as I form my thoughts.
“It’s not fair, right? For me to move on when Papi’s murderer hasn’t been caught. To pretend everything’s normal when it’s not, and it never will be again.”
“Do you want to know what I think?” He brushes a thumb along my cheekbone. “I think your father would want you to live your life.”
The words slam into the gaping wound failing to heal in my chest. I bite down on my lip to keep it from quivering.
“Sweet, precious Dante.” Rev slides a hand behind my neck and plays with my curls.
How did we get here so fast? Weeks ago, I hated him. And now…
I get lost in the unhurried movement of his lips against my own when he pulls me in to kiss me.
“I can’t go on much longer without knowing you’re mine, Dante,” he murmurs.
Though my cock grows harder at his words, I slide my hand to his throat and apply pressure. “I’m not your property.”
His eyes spark in a way that should frighten me as he brings my other hand to his mouth and nips at the inside of my wrist. “My boyfriend, then.”
My heart stutters. “That’s…what?”
Rev’s mouth curls up into a devilish grin before he kisses the skin he just bit. “We could skip ahead to husbands if you want.”
“I swear I’ll stab you if you buy me a ring.”
He chuckles. “Failing to see how that’s supposed to deter me.”
“You’re insane.”
“Certifiably. Boyfriends will do for now.”
I blow out a deep breath to calm my racing pulse. “You’re a lot.”
“Have you looked at yourself in the mirror, baby boy? I’m fighting restraint every time I even think about you. But to be in your presence?” He brushes his lips up the inside of my forearm, causing me to shudder at the ticklish sensation. “I have never felt such little control over my desires.”
Heat surges through my body. I’m the one to kiss him this time, and it’s not sweet or tender.
I run my tongue along the seam of his mouth, demanding entry.
He gives in, hands moving down to squeeze my ass and pull me harder against his erection.
I roll my hips like I would if I were performing on stage, slow and sensual.
“Dante,” Rev rumbles, sinking his teeth into my bottom lip.
I keep moving, chasing the friction of our cocks rubbing together. “I could ride you like this.”
“You could.” He sneaks both hands under the band of my lacy thong. “Or I could flip you over, spread you out, and fuck you with my tongue before filling you with my cock.”
My head falls back on a groan as he touches a fingertip to my hole. “Yeah, that. I want that.”
Nipping at my jaw, he removes his finger. “I think I’d like you to beg.”
“Fuck. I hate you.”
His raspy laugh has my blood igniting. “Doesn’t sound like you want it very much.”
I drop a hand to my cock, freeing it from my panties and giving it a hard pump. “Pretty sad I can’t rely on my boyfriend to get me off.”
Without warning, I’m tossed onto my stomach, my cheek pressed to the cushion of the lounger. Rev draws my hips up. His knee slides between mine, and then he roughly spreads my legs. My lacy underwear pulls tight against my cock before I hear the distinct ripping of the material.
I’m about to complain about my ruined underwear thrown on the floor when he grabs my cheeks and pulls them apart, exposing me.
“Look how fucking pretty you are,” he says in a low voice that curls my toes.
I push my ass toward him, my cock already leaking with precum. That’s probably not gonna wipe off the chair.
“Oh, you do like it when I praise you,” Rev teases.
Words fail me. I jolt as he brings his palm down on my cheek with a hard smack. When the sting turns into a warm burn, I have to reach down to squeeze the base of my cock.
“Answer me, Dante.”
“Yes! Fuck. I like it.”
“Mmm, then let me tell you all the ways my boyfriend turns me on. For starters, he’s sexy as sin.”
Teeth nip at the cheek he slapped. I gasp in surprise before he kisses away the pain. “And then there’s his sass.”
Another bite to the other cheek. My hips fight against his grip, my cock desperate for friction. He holds me steady as he kisses the second mark. “It makes me want to claim him every second of the day. Makes me want to tie him up in my apartment and keep him forever.”
“Shit,” I utter.
“But do you want to know my favorite discovery?” He feathers his breath over me. “It’s his hidden sweetness.”
Slowly, he licks around my hole. “And fuck is he sweet.”
“Rev.” I tremble.
The tip of his tongue breaches me, and my bones dissolve. He eats me out like I’m a treat while I spill noises mindlessly, crying for him to stop. Crying for him to give me more. Crying because he can’t really mean he wants me forever, and yet I’ve become too attached to having him around already.
When he draws away, I whimper and reach for his cock.
“Patience.” He smooths a hand down my spine. “No lube.”
“Just do it without.”
There’s a beat of silence, and then his body blankets over me. He kisses the back of my neck. “I’m not about to be gentle, baby boy.”
“Fuck you for being considerate.”
He laughs as he climbs off the chair to retrieve a bottle of lube and a condom from his nightstand. I watch him strip in the meantime, shedding clothes onto the floor without a care.
When he turns around, he smirks. “You know, you’re beautiful all the time, but I think I love you best like this. Desperate for me.”
I don’t have the words to argue. I am desperate for him. I think about him more than I should.
Rev settles behind me once more, and I brace as his finger gently eases inside me, slicked over with lube. He peppers me with kisses as he works me open with another finger. It’s enough to have me panting and writhing and begging.
“Ungh. Fuck me already. Please, please, please.”
Fingers slip free from my body, and I groan as they’re replaced with the pressure of his cock pushing against my hole. “This what you need?”
“Yes.”
He teases me, gliding the head of his cock around my slick hole.
“God damn it. I’d threaten to hurt you, but you’d like it,” I mutter.
Another laugh, softer this time. “I would.”
“You’re messed up.”
“And you’re perfectly messy.”
Slowly, he pushes inside me, inch by achingly hard inch. “Perfectly made to suck me in and hold me hostage.”
By the time he bottoms out, my body is shaking beneath him.
“Alright, baby boy. I’ll give you what you need.”
His hand wraps around the back of my neck, holding me steady as he draws out and then thrusts back in hard enough to have me gasping. The filthy sound of the lube squelching and our bodies colliding fills the room, accompanied by his praises and my unhinged sounds of pleasure.
Covering my body with his own, Rev takes my cock in his slicked-up hand and begins to stroke me in time with his thrusts.
“Gonna fill you, baby boy. Gonna fuck my cum deep inside your tight, hot ass.”
“Rev.”
“Such a good boy for me.”
I come without warning, spilling over his fist and onto the chair. It’s a blinding orgasm, taking me entirely out of my body. I forget who I am. I forget my rage. I forget my fear of falling for the man currently pumping his hot release inside me.
We both collapse in a breathless, sweaty mess on my cum. He pets me for a while. Long enough that I think I drift off until I hear his stomach growl.
It’s my turn to laugh. “Work up a hunger?”
“If I say yes…”
I bite down on my bottom lip. Wriggling like a worm, I manage to turn my body around so I’m facing him, our bodies still pressed together. Stroking a hand through his hair, I murmur, “Then I feed you.”
His eyes light up with lust as he sinks his teeth into my nipple. “I like the sound of that.”
“Sexual deviant. I meant actual food.”
Grinning, he smacks kisses all over my pec. “Why not both?”