Chapter 24
THEO
THREATENING SHEP WITH having “diplomatic relations” with someone else had turned out well for me, because that green-eyed monster roared to life—and was currently ripping my shirt off.
Buttons flew across the room, pinging against the marble tile of my suite, followed by my pants falling to the floor. Shep’s jacket was the next to go, and then I took great pleasure in peeling every stitch of wet clothing off his body.
Fuck, the man was hot. Every time I saw him now it was my first thought, something I wouldn’t have believed before Jean’s wedding.
It was always there, of course, in the back of my mind, the realization that he was one of the sexiest men in the world, but it wasn’t an active thought until the day he fucked me with abandon.
And now that he had my attention, he refused to let go.
Even as he continued to try to fight the attraction between us like he wasn’t going to eventually relent.
“Did I mention you’re hot as fuck all wet?” I said as his waterlogged pants and briefs hit the floor with a slap, leaving him deliciously naked. “I should make you sit outside in the rain more often.”
Shep growled in response, and I felt his muscles tense only seconds before he threw me back on the bed. “That won’t be happening again.”
“Too bad.” I licked my lips as I ran my eyes over every inch of him. I wasn’t lying about how good he looked wet, but damn, just seeing him not so buttoned up had my cock jerking.
In all the time we’d stolen together, I’d never gotten a chance to actually look at Shep—all of Shep.
He’d been too busy pinning me against walls or forcing me to my knees…
or taking me from behind in bathrooms. All the while it was me who lost my clothes, and I’d never realized how unfair that was until this moment.
Those ice-blue eyes stared down at me, taking me in the same way I was him, but it was the sharp lines of his muscles, his skin glistening from the rain, and his dick jutting in my direction that made me unable to look away.
Shep Winchester the third was a work of fucking art.
And I was not about to admit that to him.
I also wasn’t letting him take charge tonight, like he was already trying to do. That fucker owed my cock some close, personal attention, and I didn’t care if it was with his hand or his mouth, on his knees or on his back.
I moved up to my knees and gripped my cock, giving it several strokes as I eyed the arrogant line of Shep’s jaw.
“Get on the bed, Shep.”
He arched an eyebrow at me, and it was so damn sexy that my hand automatically flexed around my stiff length.
“In case you haven’t noticed, I’m not one of your many minions you can order about.”
“Non, you’re not, which is what’s going to make it so much fun when you finally submit.”
Shep snorted and put a knee on the mattress, his huge cock taking aim at me. “Good luck with that.”
“I don’t need luck. I know your weaknesses.”
Shep moved up the mattress to where I continued to kneel, then wrapped his hand over the top of mine, giving me a nice, strong pull.
“You think so?”
“Oh, I know so.”
The thing was, I knew what Shep was doing.
He was trying to sway me to his way of thinking, to letting him take control, and had it been the first or second time we’d been like this, then maybe I’d let him win.
But he’d been coming out on top a little too often for my liking, and just because he had more muscle on me, that didn’t mean I was at a disadvantage.
I had a reputation for being merciless. For being impulsive and cutthroat.
It was time for me to come out on top—in all the ways.
I rocked forward, shoving through our fists, trailing my eyes down his damp skin. Shep’s lips quirked at the side, and I let him believe for one, two, three more delicious strokes that he had the upper hand…
Then I made my move.
I pulled out of our grip, then, before he could think what I was about to do, I lunged.
I ducked and dove forward, aiming for his tight torso where I knew he had an old injury from a past mission, then barreled into him with the force of a Mack truck.
I wound my arms around him and planted a knee between his, and, before he could brace himself, twisted to the left and tackled him to the bed.
Shep went down with a solid oomph, and before he could think twice, I was straddling him, my forearm braced against his collarbone. His chest heaved with the impact, his eyes flashed fire, and I couldn’t help my smug smirk.
“That was a dirty fucking move, even for you.”
I cocked my head and soaked in the sight of him laid out flat beneath me. “Ask me if I care.”
“It’s pretty obvious you don’t,” Shep said, then aimed his eyes down to where my hard dick was flush against his abs.
“Don’t act like you don’t like it.” I rubbed myself over him, my pre-cum making a sticky trail over his smooth skin.
I lowered my head and took his bottom lip between my teeth, teasing it with bites before licking my way inside. The second our tongues touched, Shep groaned. Moments later his hands were in my hair, pulling me closer as he teased and sucked my tongue, making my cock all kinds of jealous.
I could feel him flexing between my thighs as he arched up to get deeper inside, and I dug my knees into his sides, holding him in place, not about to let him flip me to my back and one-up me yet again.
He grunted, feeling the power move. When he tore his mouth from mine and fell back to the bed, his eyes were as dark as I’ve ever seen. Shep was turned on, and I could almost taste the submission as he ran his hands down my back to my ass.
“Well, now what, Your Serene Highness?”
That shouldn’t have made my dick hard, shouldn’t have made me want him more. But something about having him naked, hard, and calling me by my royal title made me fucking horny.
I gripped his chin and angled his face to the side, then licked a path up his cheek to kiss his temple.
“Now you’re going to roll over and get on your hands and knees, so I can fuck you until neither of us can walk.”
Shep turned his head back until our noses all but touched. “You better mean that.”
Putain. It was the first time he’d openly granted me permission, the first time he’d willingly admitted he wanted me to take him. The sound that rumbled out of me at that was downright feral.
“I’ve never meant anything more.” I pressed a punishing kiss to his lips, pushed up, and swung my leg off him. When Shep rolled to his stomach and moved up to his hands and knees, my eyes almost rolled to the back of my damn head.
What a goddamn sight he made—thick thighs braced apart, hands flat on the mattress, arms flexed, back straight. His ass, as I moved around behind him, was high, tight, and pure perfection, and the heavy balls and weighty cock between his legs had me salivating.
“Unfuckingbelievable,” I said in a voice I barely recognized as I smoothed a hand over his ass. “Spread these more.”
I tapped his thigh, and Shep immediately obeyed, making my dick jerk. Then I lowered my head, sank my teeth into the firm flesh of one of his cheeks, and reached between his legs to fondle his balls.
“Fuck,” he muttered, stiffening, and I trailed my fingers up the cleft of his ass and spread him wide.
“I’m going to destroy you tonight,” I warned him, my warm breath on his exposed skin making him shudder. “And I’m going to start by using the thing you like the most about me…” I grabbed his other cheek and held him wide, eyeing the pucker begging me to come and play. “My mouth.”
I licked a path up his narrow channel, reveling in the earthy, musky flavor of him as Shep tensed, then I zeroed in on the place we both wanted me to focus on. I licked his hole, poking and prodding him with the tip of my tongue before swirling a wet circle over him.
Shep’s grunt of pleasure and the way he thrust back told me what I was doing was exactly what he needed, and more. But when I brought my thumb into the mix, pushing and stretching his tight entrance open for a deep tongue fucking, he went insane.
“Theo… Jesus…”
I chuckled, loving the desperate edge to his voice as I pushed my thumb inside then pulled it out.
Then I switched it up, adding my index and middle finger, knowing I needed to stretch him for what I had planned.
As I continued to push and pull my fingers in and out of his body, I couldn’t help the savage sound that escaped me.
He was magnificent, a greedy bottom in a way I’d never imagined; so much so that I got caught up in finger-fucking him, entranced by the hard, fast way he was rocking back on me, swallowing my fingers knuckle deep—and that was when I realized he needed more.
More penetration, more stimulation, more me.
So I lowered my head, and as I thrust my fingers inside of him and held my hand still, I licked around his stretched skin, spat on it, then promised, “I’m about to give you something even better to fuck than these.”
In one quick move I pulled my hand free, and Shep groaned at the loss. But the second he felt the head of my dick lining up with his body, his shoulders tensed.
Oui, brace yourself, I thought as I grabbed one of his cheeks, opened him, then plunged forward, driving my cock hard and deep.
A loud shout tore from Shep’s throat as he threw his head back and white-knuckled the sheet, his body sucking me inside and strangling me with its warmth and viselike grip.
My vision spotted as the pleasure raced up my spine, and it was all I could do to stay upright behind the sexy fucker.
But Shep had other ideas. He wasn’t waiting around for me to get control of myself.
He was a man on a mission, and being well and truly fucked was it.
He pulled forward, sliding off me, then in a move straight from what I could only guess was the Advanced Guide to Being a Power Bottom, he accelerated back on me, his body enveloping me like a burning-hot fist.
If I didn’t watch out, he would be topping me from the bottom, and I wasn’t letting that happen.
I gripped his hips and dug my fingers in until the bite of my nails registered. When he cursed, I grinned and pulled out before slamming back into him with so much force that he shifted forward up the bed.
That didn’t slow us down, though, merely had us anchoring ourselves to the mattress with wider stances and stronger hands before I went at him again, my pace faster this time. The lust and desire was unrelenting as I watched his shoulders flex and bunch with every forceful thrust I delivered.
Sweat beaded on my forehead as my muscles tensed, my arousal controlling my actions as my brain left the room. I was a man crazed, a man hellbent on driving Shep out of his mind—and judging by the sounds coming from him and the frantic pace he was keeping, I was succeeding.
I was giving him the pounding he’d so desperately been begging for. The one I’d so desperately wanted to deliver. As my arms and legs started to give way and Shep trembled underneath me, I bent down over him, wrapped an arm around his waist, and took hold of that thick cock.
Shep cursed, and I sank my teeth into his shoulder. Then I started to rut into him, milking his dick as I found and hit his prostate in a way that had him jerking, stumbling, and falling face first to the bed with a cry. His ass canted upward, my cock still deep.
“Oui,” I urged, not letting up for a second. “Laisse-toi aller, Shep. Jouis pour moi.”
Shep bucked up, chasing what he wanted as I drilled him into the bed at the unrelenting pace we both needed.
Then my name flew from his mouth, his entire body began to shake, and then that marvelous dick of his jerked and exploded, shooting his cum all over my hand and the bed, triggering my own orgasm.
I stroked him to completion, then released him to grab hold of his hips and bury myself inside him, where I came on a hot rush of lust. Shep collapsed under me, his legs spread apart, his face resting on the covers, and when I looked down at his spent body and saw my cum dripping out of his ass and down his thighs, I grinned.
Fuck, I could get addicted to that.
The satisfaction of knowing I’d just marked, topped, and fully dominated Shepard Winchester was almost as good as the act itself.
Almost.