Chapter 15 #2
I kiss him hard enough to make his head hit the tile.
He takes it with a broken sound that makes my control fray at the edges.
I press him back with my whole body, wet skin and heat and fury, my mouth rough against his because I don’t know how to make any of this less ugly right now.
He opens for me anyway. That just makes the need worse.
I drag my mouth from his and speak against his lips. “This isn’t going to be pleasant.”
His chest rises hard against mine. “I know.”
“It’s going to be rough.”
His eyes flicker, but he doesn’t look away. “It’s no different than everything else.”
The rage falters slightly around the thought that this is what he believes, that roughness is the baseline he knows how to receive because the world has never given him much reason to expect anything else. I just kiss him again because I don’t have a good answer.
I crush my mouth to his, all teeth and tongue and the metallic taste of blood still on both of us.
I shove my tongue deep into his mouth, fucking it the way I’m about to fuck the rest of him, and Oisín moans into it like he’s been waiting for this exact violence since the warehouse.
His hands come up, gripping my shoulders hard enough to leave marks of his own, and I let him.
For once I let him hold on while I take.
I break the kiss only long enough to spin him, press his chest to the wet tile, and drop to my knees behind him.
Water hammers down my back as I spread his ass with both hands and bury my face between his cheeks.
I lick him open, tongue pushing inside the tight ring of muscle while he gasps and tries to push back against my face.
I eat him like I’m starving, until he’s shaking and the only sounds coming out of him are broken little cries that echo off the tile.
When he’s stretched out and open for me, I stand, spinning him around again before lifting him.
Oisín’s back hits the wall hard. His legs wrap around my waist on instinct, ankles locking at the small of my back.
I line my cock up and push two fingers into him first, scissoring roughly, stretching him further because I need inside him more than I need air.
The shower water isn’t slick enough, but Oisín looks down at me through the steam, eyes glassy, and nods once.
That nod is all I need. I pull my fingers out and drive my cock into him in one brutal thrust, drawing a scream from him.
The sound is raw and perfect, ripped straight out of his throat as I bottom out inside him.
He’s tight, clenching around every inch like his body is trying to keep me there forever.
I don’t give him time to adjust. I fuck him hard against the wall, driving deep with every stroke while the water beats down over us.
My teeth sink into the meat of his shoulder, biting down hard enough to taste copper again, and Oisín cries out louder, nails digging into my back.
“Fuck—Saint—”
I growl against his skin and thrust harder. “This is what you get when you lie to me. This is what you get when you make me watch someone else put their hands on what’s mine.”
He sobs my name, head falling back against the tile, cock trapped between our stomachs as it steadily leaks.
I can feel how badly he needs this too, how the fear and the blood and the warehouse have left him as raw as I am.
We’re both broken tonight, two jagged pieces slamming together looking for something that feels like control and safety at the same time.
I don’t know what the fuck that makes us, but I know I’m not letting go.
I fuck him deeper, grinding up into him on every thrust as his moans turn into full screams that bounce off the walls. My hand slides between us and wraps around his cock, stroking him in time with my thrusts.
“Come on,” I rasp against his ear. “Give it to me. Let me feel you fall apart while I’m still inside you.”
Oisín comes with a shattered cry, ass clamping down around my cock so hard my vision whites out.
I fuck him through it, until the pressure snaps inside me.
I bury myself to the hilt and fill him, thick pulses of come flooding inside of him while I grind against him and wring every last tremor out of him.
I stay buried inside him while the water runs cold. Then I pull out, lift him off the wall, and carry him dripping and shaking out of the shower. I drop him onto the bed on his stomach and climb on top of him before he can catch his breath.
I push back inside in one smooth thrust. Oisín moans into the sheets, his chest toward the mattress. I fist a hand in his damp curls and jerk his head back, arching him harder while I fuck him hard from behind.
“This isn’t love,” I growl against his ear, still ruthlessly fucking into him. “I just need this. What the fuck are you doing to my head, Oisín? Why do you make it quiet? You’re going to be the death of me.”
He groans, pushing back to meet every thrust. “I know this isn’t love. How can it be?”
My grip tightens in his hair, twisting his head a little more so I can bite the shell of his ear. “Do you?” He doesn’t answer me, my need for this man beneath me growing rather than dissipating. This isn’t what I planned.
I kiss him again, trying to prove to him what this arrangement is.
Something in my chest loosens, just a fraction, and for the first time since the warehouse I can breathe without the static crawling back in.
The thought of losing him tonight, of watching that arm lock around his throat again, had terrified me in a way I don’t have language for.
Sol would call it weak. I don’t give a fuck. I just know I’m not letting him go.
Oisín comes again with a broken sob, spilling across the sheets while his ass milks my cock. I follow right after, burying myself deep and filling him a second time, grinding through every pulse until we’re both shaking and spent.
I collapse over him, knowing I should go into the main area and find my father and finish what the warehouse started.
Oisín’s voice is hoarse but steady beneath me. “You haven’t fucked me into unconsciousness yet. What’s a man without his promise?”
A low, rough laugh spills out of me as I press my forehead to the back of his neck. “You just don’t want me to go after my father.”
“I just watched his cruelty and your monster erupt in the same room,” he whispers. “I’m not about to let you go…”
I laugh again, softer this time, and nip at his ear. “Let me?” I roll my hips once, still hard inside him, and feel him shudder. “Oh, you sweet, sweet sin. I’m going to wreck you tonight.”