Chapter 8 Josh #2
Plenty of better hiding spots downstairs.
Or upstairs.
Anywhere but the first unlocked room in the guest wing.
Dorian stepped closer to me, one hand settling on my waist.
“See?” he murmured. “All clear.”
My pulse picked up again for an entirely different reason.
Outside the locked door, somewhere in the house, the hunt had begun.
But in here, it was finally just us.
Still, it was better safe than sorry. “Can you just check the wardrobe and the bathroom, please? Just to be sure?”
He laughed, but relented easily. “‘Course.” I held my breath as he crossed the room and grasped the handles of the wardrobe before pulling them open.
Dorian leaned forward and peered inside, pushing a row of neatly spaced hangers aside with one hand. The closet held a few spare robes, extra pillows stacked on the shelf above, and a small luggage rack.
“All good here,” he reported.
He shut the doors again and moved toward the bathroom. The light flicked on when he pushed the door open. I could see the marble countertop and glass shower from where I stood.
He checked behind the door first, then under the sink cabinets, no surprises popping out.
Dorian leaned out into the bedroom again, one brow raised. “All clear, angel.”
He shut the bathroom light off and returned to me, shutting the door with a quiet click behind him.
Dorian’s hands slid back to my waist the moment he reached me, fingers spreading over my hips as he backed me slowly toward the bed.
“So,” he murmured.
I swallowed. “So…”
The backs of my knees hit the mattress, but Dori didn’t stop moving forward, caging me in as I tipped backward onto the edge of the bed. He stepped between my legs, one hand sliding up to caress the side of my neck.
“Still tense,” he observed softly.
“Yeah…” I whispered shakily, my gaze locked on his lips. “Help me?”
Dorian wasted no time, surging forward to capture my mouth with a deep kiss that stole the breath from my lungs. He kissed me like he was already completely certain that I was going to melt for him.
I would.
There was never a time when he’d kissed me and I hadn’t melted for him.
His tongue slid against mine, the cool metal of his piercing brushing over my lips before slipping between them.
My fingers curled into the front of his shirt. “Dor—”
He kissed me again before I could finish saying his name.
Slower this time.
Teasing.
The piercing dragged lightly across my tongue and I felt a shiver run all the way down my spine.
He hummed in quiet satisfaction, “That’s it.”
His hands tightened on my hips before pulling me closer. The movement brought our bodies flush together, and I felt his thigh slide between mine as he shifted his stance.
My breath hitched.
“Relax,” he murmured, brushing his lips against the corner of my mouth.
Easy for him to say.
Outside the door, somewhere in this house, two men were running for their lives.
Dorian pressed closer, lowering himself and putting more pressure on my hard-on.
My head tipped back as a quiet sound escaped me.
“Mm, I love your noises,” he murmured, his breath hot against my skin.
“Dori, please…”
One hand slid up into my hair, fingers tugging gently at the base of my skull to guide the angle of the kiss while his other hand stayed firm on my hip.
He rocked forward slightly.
The pressure between us made my grip on his shirt tighten.
“Dorian,” I groaned.
Dorian’s lips crashed against mine again, his tongue piercing cool and metallic as it flicked against my own tongue.
The small metal ball sent a jolt through me every time it grazed my skin, a sharp contrast to the heat of his mouth.
I moaned into the kiss as he ground his hips forward, his hard cock pressing insistently against mine through our jeans.
He pulled back just enough to murmur, “Just sit back and let me make it all better…”
He nipped at my lower lip, then trailed his mouth down my jaw, sucking lightly at the stubble there. His tongue darted out, the piercing dragging along my pulse point—a cool, hard slide that made a sudden gush of precum soak my underwear.
I tilted my head back, giving him better access, my breath coming in short gasps. The distant sounds of footsteps and muffled shouts from the house barely registered; all I could focus on was Dorian’s mouth moving lower, and his hands shoving my shirt up to expose my chest.
He licked a slow path across my collarbone, the metal ball of his piercing pressing into the skin, creating a textured friction that bordered on electric.
“Fuck, look at these rope marks. Fucking perfect,” he growled, lathing over the marks from last night.
His tongue then ran over one of my nipples before sucking it into his mouth. The piercing bumped against the sensitive bud, sending sparks straight to my groin. I arched into him, a whine escaping my throat.
Dorian chuckled against my skin, the vibration humming through me. “So responsive. Love how these muscles flex for me.” He lavished attention on the other nipple, licking and sucking until it pebbled hard, the piercing making every pass feel intensified, like tiny shocks of pleasure.
His hands roamed down my sides, thumbs tracing the ridges of my abs. He kissed his way down my sternum, tongue gliding over each defined muscle, the metal leaving a trail of heightened sensation that had me gripping the bedsheets to steady myself.
“I’m going to explode—please, please, oh god,” I begged, my voice hoarse and my erection straining painfully against my zipper.
He looked up at me with those commanding blue eyes, smirking. Hooking his fingers into my belt loops, he yanked my jeans down roughly, along with my boxers, freeing my cock. It sprang up, thick and dripping, and Dorian’s gaze heated as he took it in.
He leaned in, licking a stripe from the base of my cock up to the tip, but instead of taking me into his mouth, he detoured, dragging his tongue along the V of my hips. The piercing scraped lightly over the sensitive skin there, a deliberate tease that made my hips buck.
“Please, Dori, just—fuck.”
He was going to kill me. My balls were going to implode, and then he’d have to explain that I died from horniness to all our friends.
Ignoring my desperate pleas, down he went, kissing and licking across my lower abs, complimenting the way they tensed and rippled. His mouth reached the crease where thigh met groin, and he nuzzled there, inhaling deeply before continuing lower.
I felt exposed and vulnerable as he pushed my legs apart, settling between them on his knees. His hands gripped my ass cheeks, spreading them. “Turn over for me, big brother. Gonna fucking feast on this ass.”
Heat flooded me, and I obeyed, rolling onto my stomach on the bed, my face buried in the comforter. My ass lifted, and Dorian’s hands kneaded the globes, thumbs dipping into the cleft. “This thing is a piece of goddamn art,” he groaned.
He spread me wider, and then his tongue was there, licking a bold stripe from my balls up through the crack, the piercing gliding over my taint and rim. The metal was warm now from his mouth but still provided that unique pressure, circling my hole with insistent flicks.
I gasped, pushing back against his face. “Dori, you’re gonna kill me.”
“Nah, sweetheart, I’ll give you what you want.” His tongue pushed in, licking inside me and rimming with fervor, the little metal ball bumping rhythmically against my inner walls.
One hand reached around to stroke my cock, but he focused on my ass, eating me out like a man starved. His tongue fucked in and out, the piercing dragging with each motion, building a pressure that coiled tight in my gut.
“Gonna come for me, angel?” he murmured against my skin, between licks. “Come on. I want to feel this slutty hole squeeze my tongue.”
“Oh, god,” I whined, pushing back in time with his thrusts.
“Ride my fucking face,” he panted. With the next push of his tongue, my head fell back, and my mouth opened on a silent moan.
“So close,” I said, feeling that precipice approaching fast.
My fingers dug into the bed as I continued to rock back onto Dori’s face, so fucking close to coming.
I was right there.
Movement caught my eye, drawing my gaze to the artwork hung above the head of the bed. I was too overcome with my need to come that I disregarded it and went back to chasing my orgasm.
And then I was there. Finally.
My body seized, ass clenching around his tongue as I came hard, ropes of cum spilling onto the sheets beneath me.
And in the middle of that high, I saw a reflection in the glass encasing the art.
There was someone else in here.
Waves of pleasure crashed through me, leaving me shuddering and spent, Dorian’s hands still gripping my thighs like he never wanted to let go.
Oh god.