Adrian cursed under his breath as he stood on the subway platform. He’d never make the restaurant to meet Dominic by 6 PM. Not with the way the trains were running. He should have known, should have left early, but with the chaos at work—well, obviously that hadn’t happened. Thankfully, he did have a cell signal for once, so he fired off a quick text.
Trains are fucked. Going to be late.
Dominic’s reply came fairly fast. S’ok. I have a book. I’ll get a glass of wine and wait.
Which book? Couldn’t help it. Perhaps it was on the list he had tucked into his suit pocket.
Just some Whitman poetry. I like lingering over the lines.
Adrian inhaled a breath that smelled too much like humanity and not enough fresh air. Still, Dominic’s words sent little sparks down his limbs. You sure you’re not a lyricist?
Ha. No, I’m really not. Just an admirer. The world is beautiful. Words are beautiful.
Adrian’s fingers flew over the screen, and he sent the text before he could even think about it. You’re beautiful.
The rumble of a train made Adrian look up. Thank god it was one of the ones he’d been waiting for. Yeah, it was gonna be packed, but he’d rather be crammed in and to Dominic sooner than later. His cell vibrated as he made his way onto the stuffed car and found a tiny bit of standing space. He reached up to grab the bar, and checked the reply.
Thank you. No one’s ever said that to me before.
The train lurched forward, and the tenuous cell signal vanished. Adrian stared at the message. Pretty damn obvious no lover had ever treated Dominic right. Maybe they’d been kind and hot. Maybe the sex had been exceptional, but for no one to tell that lovely man he was beautiful?
Fools. The lot of them. All of them. Adrian tucked his phone into his inner jacket pocket. Even if this flirting and date didn’t lead to anything more, he’d be the person who showed Dominic what it was like to be appreciated.
By the time the train got to Brooklyn and his stop, he was a good ten minutes late. He fired off another text as soon as he had a signal again.
You’re lovely, Dominic. And I’ll be there in a few minutes.
Then he’d prove it to the man. Words. Actions. At least for one night. Perhaps more.
Took another several minutes to cover the distance from the subway to the bar. When he was close, Adrian slowed his steps and tugged at his clothing. No time to go home and change. Hopefully he wasn’t too rumpled from the commute. He’d chosen a gray plaid paired with a purple shirt and a tie full of pinks and reds and blues. One of his yes, I’m hella queer, but so much better dressed than you looks. It was always interesting to note whose heads he turned as he travelled.
Several people gave him the once-over when he entered Poet and Whiskey, but he paid them no mind. He only had interest in one man tonight.
Took exactly one glance to find Dominic. He was tucked against the far wall in a corner, sitting on that long bench in front of a table for two, and yes, he had his glass of wine. But he wasn’t reading his poetry—no. He was staring at Adrian like a man in a desert who’d just spied water. Moist lips. Wide eyes. He swallowed, and the smile that lit his face warmed every part of Adrian.
Hell, this was going to be fun.
Adrian crossed the bar and ignored the chair on the other side of the table. Instead, he sat next to Dominic on the bench, their legs brushing. “I’m sorry I got hung up.”
“It’s all right.” Dominic leaned toward him, closing what little space there was between them. “I’m good at waiting.”
“Are you?” He reached to cup Dominic’s neck—but hesitated. “May I?” A simple thing, to seek permission. But so important if he were going to do everything as right as he could.
A lovely blush and a nod. “Yes.” A breathless answer.
So Adrian caught his neck and pulled him close enough that their lips nearly touched. “A kiss?”
“Please.” Almost a moan, that.
Took nothing to move that fraction of space, delve into that needy and tantalizing mouth. Dominic tasted of red wine and so much want.
Oh yes, he’d have his man in his bed tonight. No doubts about that. “I’m glad you waited for me, Dominic.” He spoke against those sweet lips, then sat back.
A nice flush had spread down Dominic’s neck. “So am I.” He met Adrian’s gaze. “You look amazing, by the way, in that suit.”
Adrian touched Dominic’s bowtie. This one was silk, with blue and green jewel tones and hints of gold, paired with a pale yellow shirt. “Thank you. You’re quite the dapper man, yourself.” Once more, he’d worn jeans, and this pair was so tight his arousal was almost indecently apparent. “And utterly beautiful.”
There was that swallow again, but right before Dominic spoke, a waiter coughed from the other side of the table.
Damn. But they were getting ahead of themselves. They both turned, and Adrian gave the gentleman a smile. His nametag read Greg and he was blushing a little himself.
Greg cleared his throat again. “Can I get you something to drink?” He handed Adrian a menu.
Wine would be nice. He eyed Dominic’s half-empty glass. “Would you be up for sharing a bottle of something red?”
A sultry smile, and Dominic leaned back against the bench. “Sure.”
He glanced over the list and picked out a mid-priced Spanish wine. When Greg left, Adrian returned his full attention to Dominic. “We should decide on meals before we get too lost in each other again.”
That earned him a chuckle. “I already know what I want. But I suppose I should have some food, too.” He raised an eyebrow. “You gonna sit in your chair?” Dominic nodded at the empty seat across from him.
“Do you want me to?”
A slow shake of his head.
“Then not on your life.” Adrian nudged him farther into the corner, then rotated their table ninety degrees so they could more easily share it. “This is far more cozy.”
“It’s like you want me trapped,” Dominic murmured. The blush was still there, but there was an energetic edge to his smile and his gaze. Like he was winning whatever game they were playing.
Which, perhaps, was true. Adrian had the feeling they were both winning tonight.
“You could still slip out.” He gestured to the other end of the table. There was enough room to squeeze between it and the wall.
“So there is.” Dominic slid farther up the bench and shoved the table tight against the wall.
Oh, now that was nice. He followed, crowded Dominic into the corner. “It’s like you want me to trap you.”
“Yes, please.” No uncertainty. Just the whisper of someone who desperately needed to lose himself.
Adrian didn’t know Dominic’s story, but he knew that look, the way he moved his body, the desire twisted into every motion. Adrian tapped the menu. “Pick your dinner.”
“Will you feed it to me again?”
Lord, this man. He hadn’t even fucked him, and yet Adrian already wanted more. More nights, more words. “We’ll drink wine, eat our meals, talk books, and perhaps have some dessert.” He leaned in close. “But I do have other plans for that mouth of yours tonight.”
There was steel in those brown eyes when they met Adrian’s. “Good.”
Dinner was top-notch, and the wine warming. Watching Dominic simultaneously unwind and also become a creature of fiery passion was exquisite. They discussed the Jack Saul book, and that left Dominic squirming on the bench while they waited to order dessert.
Adrian couldn’t help laying his hand on Dominic’s thigh. “This all right?”
“But this is now.” Adrian stroked a finger over hard muscle under denim. “I’m not here to take advantage of you.”
“What if I want to be taken advantage of?”
Those dark eyes were bottomless and wide, it seemed. “Then it’s not being taken advantage of. It’s surrender.” Adrian hazarded the word. “Submission.”
He didn’t think Dominic’s eyes could get larger, but he’d been wrong. “Oh.” A lick of lips. “Okay.”
“Just okay?” He drifted his fingers higher.
Dominic chuckled. “More than. Do whatever you want, you know, without getting us thrown out or arrested for public indecency.”
Ah, yes. They would get along very well. With his free hand, he pulled Dominic in for a long kiss full of flavor and need. Once more, those lips parted and Dominic softened under Adrian’s hands.
Well, not all of him. His dick was nice and thick as Adrian traced it with his hand.
When he backed off, Dominic’s chest was heaving, his cheeks were flush with more than wine, and he looked about ready to beg.
“I brought you a list of books,” Adrian whispered against those willing lips.
A tiny moan. “Fuck, Adrian,” Dominic whispered. “You’re gonna give me whiplash.”
Yes, yes he was. With joy. “That’s the plan.” He sat back and dug the list out of his suit pocket and passed it along.
Dominic took it, his hands surprisingly steady given the rest of his body, unfolded it, and read. The flush remained, but a sharp, focused look took up where lust had been. “I’ve read some of these.” His gaze met Adrian’s, and it was everything at once. Intelligent, sexy, needy, impressed. “But not all of them.”
Good. That meant Adrian could offer the books to Dominic to borrow. “Which ones have you read?”
Before Dominic could list them off, the waiter finally came to take their dessert order. Adrian didn’t bother consulting Dominic this time. “That chocolate cake you have. One fork.”
Greg’s gaze flicked between them, and he nodded before retreating.
“No lemon this time?”
Adrian brushed a thumb over Dominic’s lips. “I want to see what you taste like with chocolate tonight.”
Another tremble. Good. He liked the needy edge on Dominic. It was going to be such a pleasure to take him home and tease the hell out of him before fucking him good and hard. “Now, which books?”
Dominic focused on the list. The ruddiness of his skin had spread down his neck. “Well, Maurice, for one, and the bio of Oscar Wilde.” He pointed out a few others. “I’ve been wanting to read City of Night for ages.”
“I have a copy.”
“Do you?” Hook, line, and sinker. Dominic’s smile said everything. Yes, there’d be other dates after this one.
When the cake came, Adrian fed it to Dominic, watching the way those lips and tongue took the heavy cake off the fork. A beautiful mouth, no doubt as talented as it was pretty. The fact that Dominic was articulate and interested in literature and fine food as well as fucking? Perfect.
So was that smile, the one that seemed to say that Dominic thought he was just as in charge of the situation as Adrian. And perhaps he was.
The cake was delightful, and so was that little sound Dominic made when he swallowed down the last bite. Hell, Adrian was harder than he’d been in a long while, if he discounted his first encounter with Mr. Dominic Bradley.
As they waited for the waiter to collect their dishes, Adrian pointed to the book of poetry. “May I?”
“Of course.” Dominic placed it in Adrian’s hands.
He flipped it open at random. “‘To a Stranger.’ How apropos.”
That earned him a smirk. “We are, aren’t we? Strangers. Eating and drinking.”
The lines were obviously familiar to Dominic. To Adrian, as well. “I ate with you and slept with you.”
But it was the last line that held Adrian’s attention.
“I am to see to it that I do not lose you.”
Well, if that ever were a sign that he should keep pursuing the interesting man before him. Not that he believed in fate or portents. Life was far too chaotic for that. He closed the book. “Would you like to come over, Dominic?”
“I thought you’d never ask.” A quirk formed on those lips.
He wanted under Dominic’s clothes, wanted to press fingertips against skin. Drag his tongue down that neck and devour full-throated moans.
When the check came, Dominic collected it before Adrian could reach for the folder. “This is nonnegotiable.”
A flare in his speech and gaze had Adrian nodding in agreement. “Of course.”
There was strength in this man, enough to bend, enough to let go. But also to stand his ground, which Adrian appreciated as much as all the other parts he’d glimpsed.
Check paid, they both rose and headed out of the bar. Adrian caught Dominic’s hand and pulled him close. “I normally don’t take anyone home on a weeknight.”
Warm hand in his. An even warmer one slipped beneath Adrian’s suit jacket. “Breaking your rules for me?”
“I suspect I’ll have no regrets whatsoever.” He slid his fingers into Dominic’s hair and tugged him close. Lips met lips and thighs brushed. And yes, Dominic tasted superb with chocolate.
This time when he broke the kiss, Dominic clung to him, cock hard and body trembling. “Adrian.”
“Hmm?”
“Please take me home and fuck me.” Low, soft words, so sexy, like silk over skin.
Before he claimed another kiss, he whispered against Dominic’s neck, “It’ll be my pleasure.”
* * *
Walking hand in hand with Adrian was such a head rush for Dom. He never got to be this way in public, be gay, be with someone. But on the walk to Adrian’s place, he was out and open and so fucking turned on it was actually a wonder he could walk at all.
Adrian seemed to know the effect he was having, given his amused smile and the glint in his eyes. Didn’t help when he yanked on Dom’s hand and pulled him into a searing kiss that shook him to the bones. At this point in his life, Dom had been with countless men, but this guy—this guy turned him inside out like no other. Maybe it was the way he gripped Dom’s hair. Maybe it was the gold in his eyes or just how smart he was, but whatever the cause, Dom couldn’t catch his breath around Adrian.
Even more troubling, he didn’t want to. Being swept away was exhilarating and terrifying. Like a roller coaster where you couldn’t see the hills and valleys or even the end of the line. He moaned into Adrian’s insistent kiss and let himself go. Wherever Adrian led, Dom would follow, at least for tonight.
“You’re such a treat,” Adrian murmured. “How are you here with me?”
That was easy to answer. “I’m here because you commented on my choice of literature.”
Hot, soft fingers over his cheeks. “But you were sitting there all alone. I don’t understand why you were alone. You’re a gem of a man.”
Except Dominic only existed in the cracks and crevices of Domino Grinder’s life, which left no time for long-term lovers. “I’m not that interesting.”
Adrian huffed a breath. “Yes, yes you are.” He nudged him in the shoulder. “A few more blocks, and I’ll show you.”
Dom shivered, even though it was summer and he was wearing a long-sleeve shirt. Yeah, he wanted uncovered and unmasked. So he went and walked and tried not to focus on the tightness of his jeans or the rapid beating of his heart.
They ended their walk in front of a brownstone in the middle of a block. As Adrian had said earlier, not exactly the same neighborhood, but close. Close enough to be local. Close enough that they could become a thing. A serious thing.
The fear caught his throat and scrambled down into his heart. Unmasking himself meant unmasking Domino, which meant Dominic would be the one in the spotlight. The one onstage. And he couldn’t. He just...couldn’t.
Adrian must have noticed something, because he loosened his grip. “You don’t have to come in.” He spoke in such a gentle, reasonable tone. “We can simply say goodnight.”
Dom shook his head. “It’s not you.” Utterly true. Because if Dominic were anyone else, he’d be thrilled—he was thrilled on a deep level. This felt like a beginning of one of those grand adventures. If not love, then at least a romping good time. But he was also the guitar player of Twisted Wishes, and there was no forgetting that. No abandoning it.
A one-night stand was easy. This...wasn’t that. He didn’t want it to be that.
Adrian took his other hand. “Dominic.”
That voice brokered command and made Dom lift his gaze. Stare into those brown eyes.
“Do you want to come in?” Adrian gave his hands a little squeeze.
“Yes.” More than anything in the world.
A nod. “Then what’s stopping you?”
“The fact that I want to come in.”
Adrian’s shoulders dropped, as did his eyes. He rubbed Dom’s fingers with his own, then let go. “Goodnight, Dominic,” he whispered, the hurt too evident in his stance, his words. He turned to climb the stairs to his door.
“Adrian.”
He didn’t turn, but he did stop. Thank god.
“Please don’t let me walk away.” Because he’d hate himself for weeks and weeks. Because he’d regret everything, maybe for the rest of his life.
Adrian swung around slowly and watched. Eyes intent. Jaw working. Dom couldn’t read the shifting emotions on his face. Not even when he spoke. “Give me your hand, then.”
Dom did, reaching out like Adrian’s fingers were a lifeline. When the grip closed and Adrian pulled him forward, he went, like he had before. Up one step, then another. Adrian didn’t let go when he fished out his keys to unlock his door. Nor when he pulled him into the house and locked them in.
A hand under his chin forced Dom to look up. “Am I that terrifying?”
“No. It’s not you. It’s—” He couldn’t put it into words, and that had him laughing. “See, this is why I don’t do lyrics. I can’t actually get the shit in my head out. But it’s not you. I want you.”
A slight smile at that. Adrian swept a thumb over Dom’s jaw. “Love ’em and leave ’em. And I’m not letting you do that, am I?”
“No, you’re not.” Dom leaned into Adrian’s touch. “You’re making me want to come back. Need to see what happens. Which—that’s never happened.”
Adrian’s gaze flickered. “I’m honored to be the first, then. Especially since I’m not particularly special.” He kissed Dom’s forehead, then let go. “Would you like to see my library? I can lend you that book.”
The resistance in Dominic, that awful hesitation, cracked, because Adrian was absolutely that special. And he never could say no to books. “Yeah. A library would be fine.”
“So books and food are the way to your heart.” Adrian laughed. “No wonder I like you.” He nodded down the hall. “Come with me.”
The hall opened up into a living room, well-appointed with wooden floors and a bright rug. And bookshelves galore, plus a huge TV. Despite the books, something told Dom this wasn’t the room Adrian meant. This wasn’t a library.
Given that Adrian kept going down another hall, Dom must have been correct. Adrian nodded off to the right. “Kitchen’s that way. Dining room is straight ahead.” To the left was a staircase, and they climbed. He paused when they got to the next floor. “Bedrooms. Bathrooms. My office.”
A glimpse told him that Adrian seemed to enjoy greens and blues and golds, because those were the colors that caught Dom’s eye through the open doors. Calming. Soothing. God, he liked this guy.
Adrian rounded the hallway to another set of stairs. “The movers hated me for the next bit. All those boxes of books.”
Even though he steeled himself, when they reached the third floor, Dom exhaled in wonder. “Oh my god.”
The whole third floor of the house had been converted into a library. There was a comfortable reading bench that looked like it might double for a daybed, and a small desk with a chair on the far side, but other than that, there were only shelves and books. And not just along the walls, either. Half-bookcases were situated into little rows, and there were even books stacked on top. Some of the tomes looked old, others new. Dom took one step and then another into the space, and drank it all in.
“I had to have the floor reinforced, but I’ve always wanted a space like this. My own haven.” There was a wistfulness to Adrian’s voice. “Some of these are my great-grandfather’s books.”
“I could live here.” The thought came out of Dom’s lips, unbidden and unstoppable. “You have no idea.”
And there was the laugh Dom was finding heated his bones like no other sound. “I do now,” Adrian said.
Dom stared at Adrian, at the suit he wore so well, the cut, the color. The tiny smile he had. Yeah, he could fall so hard for this man. Hell, he was already zooming down the tracks, screaming his head off in terror, and they’d not even gotten anywhere near a bed.
That smile deepened. “Would it help if I told you I could cook?”
“Can you?”
Adrian nodded. “Though I’ve never tried to make lemon meringue pie.”
Dom didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. “If you’re as good in bed as out of it, I’m doomed.”
That smile turned sharp and Adrian stalked forward. “Then Dominic, my dear man...” He caught Dom’s neck with both hands and stroked down to his shoulders. “You’re so utterly doomed.”
This time, Adrian’s kiss was hard and deep and didn’t stop. It devoured and claimed, and Dom could only hold on to those strong arms and groan. It was a kiss that would end one way—with Dom completely stripped and undone. With every inhibition removed and with his soul laid bare.
He wanted every single second of that.
Adrian’s fingers pressed into his shoulders, his grip like iron. Not painful, but commanding. He spoke against Dom’s lips. “I’m going to take every stitch of clothing off you, Dominic. Then you’re going to kneel for me and wrap those beautiful lips of yours around my cock.” Teeth scraped Dom’s lower lip. “Yes?”
He couldn’t breathe for how fucking turned on he was. Bones hot, mind whirling. Cock so hard in his jeans it was painful. “Please. Yes.” The books. The sound of Adrian’s voice. The color of those eyes burning into him.
The tie went first, of course, deftly undone by Adrian’s fingers. Lips followed, grazing Dom’s neck as each button of his shirt was undone. He swayed under Adrian’s touch and mouth.
When his shirt was opened, a caress of breath blew across his shoulder. “Now, this I wasn’t expecting. You’re full of layers, Dominic.”
His tattoos. Of course. He kind of forgot about them when he was buttoned up in his button-downs. “Yeah. I...have a lot of ink.”
“So I see.” Adrian tugged the shirt from the waist of Dom’s jeans, then pushed it off his shoulders. It caught at the cuffs, trapping his hands. Adrian took a step back, his eyes roaming across Dom’s chest and belly. There was still bare skin, but Dom knew what else Adrian saw—ink that dipped down past the waistband of his jeans.
He’d never felt more exposed, more naked, despite still wearing his pants. He’d gone shirtless onstage, of course, but rarely took off all his clothes for hookups. Didn’t have to, not when it was meant to be a quick fuck and release before never seeing the dude again. And most of the guys he met found it hot to fuck without much thought about the other person.
Maybe that’s why Adrian scared him so. He noticed things. Asked questions. Wanted to know about Dom. Thank god he wasn’t much of a rock fan, though. There was no sense of recognition of Dom’s tattoos in Adrian’s appreciative and lust-filled appraisal. No sign that he’d seen them on another, very different man.
“They’re masterful.” Adrian feathered fingers down the cardinal wing that covered Dom’s right pec. “Must have taken hour and hours.”
Countless. The heat from Adrian’s fingers on his skin only highlighted just how much of his flesh was covered in ink. “I started when I was eighteen and—I couldn’t get enough.” They were his, too. Dom’s, not Domino’s—despite them being one of Domino’s better known features, and despite him covering them up when he went about his life as Dominic.
“I don’t have any. Never could settle on a design.” Adrian traced his hand up to Adrian’s shoulder, where a circle of Celtic knot-work capped the end. “The Irish in me quite likes this one.”
He brushed his lips against it, and Dom whimpered.
“Turn around, please,” Adrian said.
Dom did, exposing his back and the ink that stretched across his flesh there, too.
“Oh, good god,” Adrian whispered. “I want to devour you.”
Dom shivered. Couldn’t help it. No one had ever spoken to him like that, with that heat and passion. Usually it was merely some variant of “I want my cock in your hole.” Or “Suck my dick.” He didn’t actually know how to process this kind of desire.
Didn’t have time, either. Adrian’s lips skimmed the back of his neck and Dom gasped, pulling the shirt that was still caught up in his hands taut against his lower back.
“How can anyone not think you’re beautiful?” Another murmur of words. “I want to show you so much. All the beauty you possess.”
Dom bit his lip and his eyes watered unexpectedly. Maybe because he was so damn turned on he felt like he’d come right there and then. Maybe it was that Adrian seemed to care, and Dom had only ever found that emotion in his bandmates. The guys he hooked up with wanted one thing—a screaming twink on their cocks.
Caring and sex didn’t go together in Dom’s world. Kind of like how love, relationships, and Domino didn’t mesh.
Adrian tugged at the shirt and freed Dom’s hands. He didn’t know what the hell to do with them, so he curled and uncurled his fingers and tried not to fall over as Adrian blazed hot kissed over his shoulders. Dom’s breath came in huffs and moans, and his dick strained against his jeans.
“You’re too used to getting off fast, aren’t you?” Amusement in those words. Adrian slid a hand around Dom’s waist and undid the button and zipper. “Bet you’ll come the moment I wrap my hand around you.”
Dom bit back the moan. Or tried to. It came out anyway, a thin sound against closed lips.
“Love that sound.” Adrian scraped his teeth against Dom’s neck. “You fighting against yourself.”
Too close to the truth. This wasn’t a hookup at all. He’d be back. If Adrian stopped now, he’d still come back. To hear that voice, to see his smile. “Fuck.”
“Soon.” Adrian hooked fingers into the waistband of Dom’s pants and pushed down until the fabric slid down his legs. Underwear followed, and Dom’s knees nearly buckled.
Adrian steadied him, though, hand across his belly and that strong chest pressed to his back. “I have you.”
And he did. He had Dom’s body and the hooks were already into his heart and soul. He couldn’t do this. He wanted to do this. Needed every moment of this like the parched earth needed rain.
He was so very screwed.
Adrian turned him around, and he was staring back into those brown-gold-blue eyes before Adrian took his mouth into a fierce kiss.
Dom moaned into it, his will to stand slipping away.
It vanished entirely when Adrian wrapped his hand around Dom’s cock. True to his prediction, between the torture of Adrian’s tongue against his and the tightness of his grip, Dom couldn’t stop from coming hard and fast. He clung to Adrian’s suit jacket, tears pricking at his eyes, and Adrian swallowed his shouts and moans.
Adrian caught him with his other arm, pressing them close as Dom spilled himself on him. Fuck. Oh god. He couldn’t breathe or think as his vision hazed over. He was vaguely aware of being lowered to the ground. Hands met hardwood, and when he could focus again, he was staring at Adrian’s leather shoes. They were brown, polished, and the winged stitching was fine and detailed.
Fingers stroked his hair. “I hope you enjoyed that as much as I did.”
The words didn’t make sense, and Dom struggled through the fog to answer. “I’m the one who came.”
“Yes, but I made you.”
The power in those words made Dom look up.
Adrian brushed hair from Dom’s eyes. “I took you apart with words and kisses and a single stroke.” It wasn’t a smile on those lips—nothing so lurid. No, Adrian wore satisfaction and delight. “And I don’t think you’ll ever forget that I did, should you vanish from my life.”
Dom shook his head. “I won’t. Won’t forget it.”
“Good.” That word was like a kiss to Dom’s spine, and it stirred up the desire that hadn’t been quenched by his orgasm.
Nothing about Adrian was anything like any other man Dom had ever met, and he couldn’t get enough. He sat back on his heels. Dark splotches marred the perfection of the cloth of Adrian’s trousers. Semen had even managed to get onto the jacket. Despite that—or maybe because—Adrian was still visibly thick and hard under the wool.
Dom licked his lips. “I’ve ruined your suit.”
A laugh. “There are plenty of dry cleaners in New York, Dominic. And if I hadn’t wanted you to come on me, I wouldn’t have turned you around.” Adrian smiled down. “I rather like the thought of knowing your jizz was all over this suit when I’m sitting at my job.”
That thought lit through him like lightning.
Adrian caressed his cheek. “You’re so fucking expressive. So moved by everything, aren’t you? Books. Food. Art. I bet you’ve wept at paintings.”
Dom nodded. “I don’t like...people seeing that.”
A raised eyebrow, but Adrian didn’t say anything.
Yeah, that wasn’t quite the truth, was it? “Okay, I like controlling what people see.”
Except here, he wasn’t. At all.
A smile tugged at Adrian’s mouth. “Layers and layers.” The smile drifted away. “I want to see more, Dominic, but only what you want to show.” Fingers traced lines over Dom’s cheeks.
God, did he want to open himself fully to Adrian. Tell him everything. Blurt out the truth about the band and himself—but terror chased behind that need. Once he did, he could never take it back—Adrian would know.
And maybe Dominic would vanish if that happened. After all, fucking a rock star was so much more than fucking a bookish twink.
Dom needed this side of himself as much as he needed the hard-rocking guitarist. Needed the privacy and the lack of expectations. Needed to be made to come and be manhandled.
Now a frown tugged at Adrian. “Are you all right?”
“I—” Dom shivered, more from thoughts than cold; despite the AC, the warmth of the summer pressed in from the roof. “I want to give you more. But—”
Adrian’s expression softened. “Only what you can, when you can. I won’t press. I’m not that kind of man.”
“And here I thought you were the kind of man who’d fuck me into oblivion.”
The sharpness returned, and Adrian stepped in close, tilting Dom’s chin up until it was almost uncomfortable. “Oh, I am that man. And I plan to fuck you so hard that there won’t be any other thought in your mind but my cock and no other word on your tongue but my name.” He pressed his thumb against Dom’s bottom lip. “Would you like that, Dominic?”
“Yes.” He groaned the word out, the spark of need and lust spinning in him again. He wasn’t hard—doubted he would be coaxed back so quickly—but the pain and pleasure of being fucked? He wanted that all the same.
Adrian’s grin was wicked, and he pushed his thumb inside Dom’s mouth.
Fuck yeah. Dom sucked and licked it, relishing the hitch in Adrian’s breath and the way he cupped the back of Dom’s head.
Adrian pulled his thumb free, then undid his belt and the fly on his already ruined pants. “I’m gonna fuck your face and come down your throat. And you’re going to take every damn drop, Dominic. Then I’m going to take you downstairs, lay you out on my bed and trace every line of ink on your body with my tongue.”
Okay, maybe Dom had been wrong about not being able to get it up again. Lust poured through him like a summer thunderstorm, all violence and torrent. “Please.”
He barely got a look at Adrian’s dick before the thick head was shoved between his lips and he was moaning around the hard, hot length of it. Fingers tightened in Dom’s hair, nails scraping at his scalp. Dom clutched at Adrian’s pants.
“No.” Adrian’s voice was deep and lust-filled, but like iron. “Put them behind your back.”
Oh. Damn. Dom whimpered, but did as told. Yeah, he should have realized this was the way this relationship was going. So so so fucking hot.
“There you go.” More breathless now, Adrian thrust with slow, steady strokes as Dom did his best to lick and suck and open his throat. “That’s good, Dominic. But I know you can take all of me.”
It had been a while since he’d sucked a guy off, and then he’d always controlled the depth and speed. This—it had never been like this. Adrian’s hands held him in place and he had no say in any of it, and yet—no panic. Dom let go, breathed deep when Adrian pulled out, and opened his throat as much as he could.
Trust and need. Adrian would take care of him, give them both what they wanted.
When Adrian thrust forward again, Dom was rewarded with a low growl he felt in every bone. “Yes. You’re so fucking good.”
The grip in Dom’s hair shifted, and that was enough warning. He closed his eyes, let go of everything and let Adrian fuck his mouth. Perfect. Harsh. Loving. Dom caught air when he could and moaned and gasped and whimpered through every stroke and press. Took in the salt and the musk and the brush of Adrian’s wool suit pants.
Adrian’s breath was sharp, and his moans enough to bring Dom’s arousal back to life, especially when he ground out words in that deep voice. “Fuck, oh fuck!”
Salt hit Dom’s tongue, and he sucked and did exactly as Adrian had ordered earlier, drank down every last drop of come, greedily, wantonly, moaning as he licked and mouthed that pulsing shaft, until Adrian pulled away.
Finger under his chin again. Dom opened his eyes to look up at Adrian’s rattled face, cheeks red, large pupils, and sweat-dotted brow. “Goddamn, you do like when I feed that mouth of yours.”
Dom couldn’t help the chuckle. “Call it an oral fixation.”
“I’ll call it a lovely talent,” Adrian said. His words were soft. “Now, get up.”
Dom rose on shaky legs, not knowing what to expect next. It certainly wasn’t Adrian wrapping him in his arms and taking his mouth in a mind-searing kiss. God, he’d drown in this lust, in this need. The fire Adrian ignited and the warmth he offered.
It was as if he were trying to find every bit of his own taste in Dom, but when he finally broke the kiss, his touch was gentle. “Now, let’s go downstairs. I still have plans for you tonight.”
Dom sighed happily into Adrian. “You’re the boss.”
A brush of his thumb against his cheek. “Dominant,” Adrian said. “But yes, I am.”
Oh. Yeah. That made sense. He looked into those eyes. “Never done this before.”
Adrian raised an eyebrow. “Really? Never sucked a man off?”
“Thousands of times, but not like this.” He felt so light, even when Adrian nudged him toward the stairs.
“Railing,” Adrian muttered.
Dom grasped it automatically. “Yeah, I guess that would harsh my mellow, if I fell down the stairs.”
Behind him, a chuckle. “Did you really just say harsh my mellow? Because you’re not nearly old enough for that slang.”
“I’m twenty-seven!” He stopped on the stairs, indignation flaring through the happy haze of his body.
A warm hand landed on his shoulder. “To the second floor, please.”
Adrian’s tone brooked no argument, and Dom’s feet were already moving, even as his mind grumbled. But the next words were light. “I remember your age, Dominic. Do you remember mine?”
Dom’s bare feet hit the second floor, and he turned to face Adrian. He was still in his suit, though it was shoved all out of whack and there were dark patches where Dom had come. “Thirty-six.” Which put him nearly ten years older. “You’re not gonna make me call you Daddy, are you?”
This time, Adrian’s laughter was loud. “I don’t think either of us want that kind of relationship. Harsh your mellow, indeed.” But then Adrian’s grip was on his chin again, and those eyes were boring into his. “But you do seem to like submitting to me.”
“And you like telling me what to do.” Dom swallowed. “Is this where you make me talk about limits and safewords and all that weird shit?”
Adrian blinked, and his expression was caught between amusement and something else. Maybe horror. “Weird shit?” He let go and nudged Dom down the hall.
Dom moved—and remembered which room Adrian had pointed to as the master bedroom. That seemed the obvious destination. “You still planning on using your tongue on my tats, right?”
A grunt. “Are you naturally a brat, or are you nervous?”
Not nervous. It hit him what he was, though. “I’m buzzed.” Dom shook his head. “I shouldn’t be buzzed.” Not on a glass of wine an hour ago.
Adrian pressed his body against Dom. Closed him in his arms. “That’s subspace. Some of that weird shit you don’t want to talk about.”
“Oh,” he breathed. “So that’s what they meant in those books.”
Adrian kissed his neck, then nipped at the skin, hard enough to make Dom gasp and writhe. “Of course,” he muttered, his hot breath gliding over Dom’s shoulder. “Of course you’ve read about it in books.”
Through the haze of pleasure, he couldn’t tell if Adrian was amused or upset or what. “Is that condemnation?”
“Condemnation?” Adrian huffed a laugh. “Dominic, you are amazing.” Another push. “Bedroom. Now.”
So he moved and entered, and it was all the colors he loved. Soft blue walls, like the color of the ocean. Green accents with pops of gold. Rich brown furniture. The hues were so Adrian, too. Dom made it halfway into the room when he spotted something hanging from the solid wood bedframe. “Are those manacles on your bed?”
Adrian gave him a less subtle shove toward said bed. “They’re leather cuffs. And yes, they’re used for exactly what you think they’re there for.”
“Tying guys up.”
“Tying people up.”
Dom turned to meet Adrian’s gaze. “You’re bi?”
Not even a blink. “Pansexual. Is that an issue?”
“No, it’s just—” He saw the flicker of hurt and annoyance in Adrian’s face. “No. It’s not an issue at all.”
Confusion lay in Adrian, and he crossed his arms.
Shit, shit. His big clunky mouth when he was out of it. “You’ve been entirely focused on me,” Dom said. “Like, completely. Whenever I’ve been with someone else, they notice other people. But you—”
Adrian bore down on Dom, his smile back in part, but the lines on his face so fucking intense. “You need better lovers, Dominic Bradley.”
Dom’s thighs hit the bed, and his ass a moment later. A second after that, Adrian’s mouth was on his neck, and Dom’s back was pressed against the mattress. A hand skimmed his thigh, as that masterful tongue and mouth moved over Dom’s jaw before claiming his mouth.
His mind was a reeling pile of mush when Adrian drew back. “How could anyone look anywhere else when you’re in the room?”
“You’re such a fucking flatterer,” Dom said, “I’m nothing special.”
“Mmm. I’m gonna disagree with you there.” Adrian took his mouth again, and under Dom went until Adrian finally relented and stood. “I need out of the fucking suit.”
“Yeah, you do,” Dom said.
Adrian grunted. “Don’t give me lip.”
“And this is probably where I shouldn’t say ‘yes, Daddy.’”
That got Dom a huge laugh. “Fuck, you’re mouthy. Ever been gagged, Dominic? Because I can totally give your mouth something other than my cock or pie to suck on.” There was just a hint of warning in those words, though.
Dom shivered from the weight of Adrian’s gaze. “Never been gagged.” He paused. “I’ll be good.” But then the other thought crossed his mind. “Wouldn’t mind trying being gagged.”
Adrian let out a huff of air and worked at his tie. “Of course you wouldn’t. But for now, lie back and watch.”
Dom did. Adrian didn’t put on a show or anything, but watching him undress was something else. The tie went first, and it landed on a nearby chair. Stained suit jacket followed, with the casual ease of someone who’d been wearing them for years. Cufflinks—pretty silver ones that flashed in the light—came next, and Adrian turned to put them on his dresser.
His ass was spectacular, and Dom let out a grunt. The leer Adrian threw over his shoulder burned straight through Dom, and despite his instant orgasm earlier, his cock hardened at the sight.
Adrian turned as he unbuttoned his shirt, opening it to reveal what looked suspiciously like really well-defined abs, and when he shrugged it off, Dom murmured his appreciation.
Not just abs. Adrian was built. Not in a bulky way, but his frame was covered in lean, chiseled muscles and dusted with the same red-brown hair that graced his head. A thicker trail led from his stomach down into his semen-spotted dress slacks.
“You’ve already seen my cock,” Adrian said.
Dom shook his head. “Just swallowed it. Didn’t get to admire the look.”
Something flickered in Adrian’s face. Surprise? Maybe.
Dom remembered the earlier spoken words. “You lied to me,” he said. “You are something special.” He met those light-dark eyes. “Maybe you need to know you’re beautiful, too.”
Adrian took a breath, and Dom could nearly feel the flame of his need from ten feet across the room. Those pants and his boxer briefs came off and got kicked to the side, and yeah. Yes. Adrian Doran was something special indeed. Dom knew the length and thickness of that dick, but seeing it against the chestnut curls of Adrian’s pubic hair and with the weight of his balls behind, and those damn powerful thighs? Fuck if that wasn’t the icing on the cake Adrian had fed him.
Dom let his gaze roam all over that powerful body. “Hell, you gotta work out to get a body like that.” He licked his lips.
Adrian lifted one foot to snatch off a sock, and then the other. “I do. Couple times a week.” A smile graced his face. “And you just made every awful second of that worthwhile.”
Dom sank back on the bed a little and kicked his legs. “You gonna come over here and keep all your promises?”
“Damn straight I will.” It took no time for Adrian to cross the bedroom, knee Dom’s legs apart, and stand between them. And then Dom was pressed into that bed by the weight of that hard, hot body against his own.
“Oh fuck,” Dom moaned.
“Not yet.” Adrian bit a trail across Dom’s pecs, licking and nibbling at the swirls of ink he had there. When that rough tongue rasped across his nipple, he arched his back and groaned loud.
A rumble of appreciation, then Adrian was sucking and licking and biting at the nub and Dom just about lost his mind. He scrambled for purchase on the bed and twisted against the sheets, curses spilling out of his mouth until Adrian relented.
He pinned Dom down with those wicked, strong arms. “A little sensitive?”
Dom huffed a laugh. “Maybe.”
“Mmm,” came the reply, and Adrian headed for the other nipple.
When Dom tried to buck and thrash under Adrian, he couldn’t and that had him moaning out in a voice he didn’t recognize. “Oh fuck, yeah. Please!” Warmth flowed through every limb, and even as he struggled he flew high.
Their cocks ground together and Dom gasped for air. Holy shit, he was gonna come again after all. And before Adrian even fucked him. “I’m gonna...gonna...”
Adrian backed off, and Dom didn’t know whether to be happy or utterly frustrated. What the hell?
Adrian had a little knowing smile, one Dom didn’t understand. “I don’t think I have the patience to lick all your tattoos tonight.”
Dom let out a breath. “Don’t think I would last.” He was painfully hard again, his head swirling around. This big, strong man pinning him down. He felt—safe. Turned on to all hell and back. Completely at Adrian’s mercy.
But safe.
He looked up at Adrian. “Please fuck me. Hold me down and destroy me.”
Something feral leapt across Adrian’s expression, then was tempered into razor-sharp control. “Hands and knees, Dominic. And you might want to take off those glasses of yours.”
Adrian rose, and Dom scrambled to obey—and he was obeying. Submitting and he—oh shit. He liked it. At least with Adrian. And that made him laugh breathlessly, because it was exactly the opposite of hard-assed Domino.
“Enjoying yourself?” Adrian pulled lube and condoms from his bedside table. His expression was still sharp, but he wore an amused grin. He took Dom’s glasses and set them down.
“You have no idea.” Tonight, he was truly getting to be Dominic—the man Adrian was getting to know. He liked Adrian. Trusted him. And really wanted to feel the man moving inside him. Dom closed his eyes and let his head hang.
A warm hand smoothing over his ass made him snap those eyes back open.
“No ink here.” Fingers glided and pressed and massaged his cheeks. Then Adrian’s lips followed the same path, and Dom forgot how to breathe for a moment. In the very next, he moaned and collapsed onto his elbows.
“That’s it,” Adrian said. “I like that.” Fingers skimmed between his crack and against his taint, and Dom could only grip the bedspread beneath him and rock back as Adrian’s hands and mouth touched every part of his ass. When Adrian’s tongue slid across, then into, his hole, Dom’s world nearly broke apart.
“I can’t,” he gasped. Couldn’t keep experiencing this kind of pleasure. His brain would melt. He was so lost in it, he didn’t know which way was up.
“Yes, you can.” The words were a silky caress. “Because I want you to. You’re only gonna come around my cock when I say.”
“Adrian, please.”
“Shh. Listen to me. Trust me.”
He did, and fuck if it didn’t turn his head inside out. Cool, slick fingers replaced Adrian’s tongue, breached him and slipped inside. He moaned and panted as Adrian fucked him slowly, probing and stretching, occasionally brushing over his prostate and sending him whimpering, flying, and begging.
A gentle chuckle. “Oh, Dominic...”
The sound of a condom wrapper, then the press of Adrian’s thick cock against his hole.
“Yeah.” Dom ground the words into the bedspread and rocked back. “Please. I need—”
Adrian thrust in, and the sensation stole Dom’s breath and words. That sharp instant, then the overwhelming pleasure of being full, being warm. He gripped the mattress, and strong hands came down over his.
“Adrian,” he whispered.
Lips pressed against his back, and Adrian pushed in deep. “You feel so damn good.”
Dom could barely think straight for the pleasure coursing through him. The words, that mouth, and the hard, thick length of Adrian moving inside him. “Adrian,” he repeated.
“That’s it. Just like that.” Adrian withdrew and rammed in hard. “I want to hear you.”
He moaned and cried out as Adrian thrust over and over, stretching him, filling him with unbelievable light and heat. He was so close to coming again. Shuddered every time Adrian rammed against his sweet spot. Couldn’t hold on much longer.
Lips and teeth on his back. “You’re so fucking gorgeous. That mouth of yours. Your mind.” Adrian shifted, curling his fingers into Dom’s and tugging. “Let me have you, Dominic.” He slowed his thrusts.
Dom didn’t know exactly what Adrian meant to do, but he loosened his arms and found them carefully drawn back until his wrists were crossed at the small of his back and his shoulders and face were pressed into the bed. “Adrian!” The name came out like sparks and fire, like a cry and a moan all wrapped together.
Adrian replied with a deep rumble. “Like that?”
“Fuck yes.” He did. He always liked when men manhandled him, drove into him relentlessly, but there was something about the strength of Adrian, the way his hands circled Dom’s wrists, the sensual way he slowly rocked in and out of Dom that split his mind open.
“So do I. You beneath me. You’re so tight and hot and mine for the taking. Fast or slow.” Adrian thrust in hard. “Beautiful Dominic.”
Dom could only moan and shout and yell when Adrian picked up speed until he was fucking him with hard, deep strokes that seemed to spear into Dom’s soul each time he ground in. It was harsh and loving and perfect. And Dom was Adrian’s. Helpless under him. Being held in check by muscle and words and those hands around his wrist.
Fire burned inside Dom, and he couldn’t hold back as it left him higher and higher and the world narrowed down to Adrian fucking him down into the mattress.
Those thrusts became erratic, and Adrian cursed and moaned. He shifted his grip on Dom’s wrists, and a hand wrapped around Dom’s aching cock. “Come for me, Dominic.”
A stroke later, Dom did, screaming Adrian’s name as he broke into a thousand flaming pieces and burned while Adrian fucked him harder and harder until he too came with a groan that wracked Dom’s heart.
Sex had always been good. But this—this was nothing like he’d ever experienced. Not in his head or body. And when Dom collapsed onto the bed, when Adrian released his arms and slid next to him, when those same strong hands pulled him into an embrace, only then did he realize he was crying.
“Shh. I have you.” Adrian’s kisses were gentle against his cheeks and forehead.
“Didn’t hurt,” Dom pushed out. Last thing he wanted was for Adrian to believe he’d gone too far—because he hadn’t—this was just so fucking overwhelming.
“I know.” Another kiss, this one to his mouth, and slow and as tender. “It’s okay to feel.”
Dom sighed against Adrian and let those arms and hands and mouth soothe and comfort him as he fell back down to earth from the best orgasm in his entire life. Part of him wanted to apologize for being such a mess—but Adrian didn’t seem to mind. “I guess I did ask to be shattered.”
“Yes, you did.” Fingers traced Dom’s cheeks. “I truly hope you enjoyed that as much as I did.”
Dom huffed a laugh and stole a kiss of his own from Adrian’s lips. “It’s never been better than that.”
The spark in Adrian’s eyes and that grin were utterly perfect. They softened, and he stroked a hand down Dom’s side. “I have to work tomorrow, but please stay the night? Here with me?”
“Yeah.” Dom breathed out the word. “Okay.” Because there was really no place he’d rather be.
He was still pretty out of it when Adrian helped him to the bathroom to clean up. A glass of water later, his head spun a lot less and he watched while Adrian splashed water on his face, then toweled off.
“You know, I figured you looked hot under that suit the first night, but shit.” Dom admired Adrian’s body all over again, then shivered. Because that same body had controlled his so well.
Adrian grinned, a little flush on his cheeks. “It’s been a work in progress.” He raised an eyebrow. “You’re pretty ripped yourself.”
Dom glanced at his reflection and the vertigo came back for a moment, because with his hair all askew, naked, with his tattoos showing, he looked a lot more like Domino than Dominic. Except no one had ever fucked Domino so well he’d cried from it.
“Work out?”
He didn’t, not really. Except that playing onstage, dancing with his guitar, and the hectic schedule of touring gave him enough of a workout to tone his body to almost too lean sometimes. He was still gaining back some of what he’d lost last tour. “I walk a lot,” he said. “And my metabolism is annoyingly good.”
Adrian laughed. “Well, whatever the reason, I still can’t believe no one has ever told you how stunningly beautiful you are.”
Dom ducked his head. He wasn’t. That was the thing. Ray and Zavier? They were the beautiful ones. Especially Zavier, who had been born with astoundingly good looks. Next to them, Dom was plain. Domino only got attention because of the ink and his larger-than-life personality.
Fingers lifted Dom’s chin, and Adrian’s gold-flecked eyes peered into his own. “I’m not lying.”
“I know you’re not.” He obviously saw something in Dom, but that didn’t mean Adrian was right. You could be wrong without lying.
A huff, and Adrian kissed his forehead. “Do you wanna borrow a toothbrush? I have those spares the dentist gives you.”
In the end, he did borrow a toothbrush, and a washcloth too before they crawled into Adrian’s bed—sans bedspread. That had been semen-stained and unceremoniously stripped off.
Dom snuggled up next to Adrian’s warm body. “Thanks for not making me sleep in the wet spot.”
“I would never do that.” Adrian played with Dom’s hair, which felt so so so good. He shivered with the touch.
“And thanks for holding me down and fucking me,” Dom whispered. “Feel free to do that again.”
Fingers tightened in his hair, and Adrian’s chuckle was deep and wicked. “Oh, good.”
Dom closed his eyes and let Adrian’s touches, murmurs, and kisses lull him to sleep.
* * *
The first warm rays of sunlight filtered in through the edge of the window shade, nudging Adrian from the edge of sleep. The warm, heavy presence next to him was a comfort and a thrill.
Dominic, in all his lovely, sultry, tattooed glory slept next to him. God, what a joy last night had been. Those moans, that tight heat, and the way he’d shattered around Adrian—so fucking hot. Submissive, yet so full of fire, and with an open hungry curiosity for the cuffs that still dangled from Adrian’s headboard.
No jealousy that Adrian had tied up other lovers in this bed—just a natural and justified desire to know where he stood in Adrian’s life. Of course, that was shifting every minute they spent together, at least for Adrian.
What was he to Dominic? A fling? Maybe—but then again, he was still in Adrian’s bed. There were secrets Dominic held, answers he wouldn’t share that shaped his wants and his fears. That was only fair, though. Trust was a tenuous thing, built on moments and decisions and care. Adrian had no doubt that when Dominic was ready, he’d offer explanations.
Until then, it wasn’t really Adrian’s place to demand those.
He glanced at the clock and suppressed a groan. He had to get up soon if he wanted any chance of making it to work at his normal hour. He did reach over and flick the alarm off, though.
The movement must have been enough to wake Dominic, because the warmth of breath and lips ghosted over the back of his shoulder. “Morning.” That sexy, gravelly voice sounded so perfect.
Adrian turned over and gathered Dominic into his arms. “A very good morning.”
That sleepy smile was something else. Endearing, charming, captivating.
Rather than words, he spoke in kisses, until Dominic was tight against him.
“I need to get up soon,” he whispered against Dominic’s lips.
An unhappy grunt. “Do you?” Dominic shifted, his warm hand tightening on Adrian’s hip. Dominic’s hard length pressed against Adrian’s belly.
“Yeah, if I want to get to work on time.” He stroked Dom’s cheek. “I should have made you wait until Friday. Then I could have spent the morning taking you apart again.”
A smile like the sun. “Nothing stopping us from dinner on Friday, too.”
Adrian’s heart flipped. Maybe this wasn’t just a fling for Dominic. “I’d love that.”
Such beautiful lips on Dom, especially when his face and eyes were still edged with sleep. “Me, too.”
Well, another kiss wouldn’t hurt, and that led to another languid, deep taste, then another, until they were grinding together and breathless, Dominic on top.
Dominic sat up, and wrapped his hand around both their cocks, his thrusts sensuous and slow when he canted his hips. “Can you be late today?”
God, it was hard to think when Dominic looked at him like that, when he moved and slid so perfectly against him. Fuck. It was Thursday, so Adrian didn’t have any meeting until the eleven o’clock scrum. Sure, everyone knew he was usually in by eight-thirty, but he worked long enough hours that one late start wouldn’t matter.
“I—yeah. I can. For you.”
Oh, that grin. It was wide and wonderful, and suddenly Dominic wasn’t quite the shy twink he’d unwrapped the night before. Not with the way his gaze slid over Adrian’s body, nor the way he slowly stroked both their dicks. “I wanna ask for something.”
“Yes?” He caught Dominic’s thighs and tried to speed up the tempo a bit.
That got him a laugh, and those slow movements got even slower. Fuck. “You wouldn’t happen to be versatile?” There was a little quirk to the smile that followed.
“You want to fuck me?” Adrian’s body warmed, his nerves tingling. “Figured you preferred bottoming.”
Dominic released their cocks and leaned forward until his lips were so very close to Adrian’s. “I do. But yeah, I wanna be inside you. Feel you come. Don’t know why, but I do.”
Adrian shivered under that stare. Fire and control, so unexpected, so welcome. “Then make me late for work, Dominic.”
He caught the edge of the joyous grin before Dominic kissed him. Wasn’t the brutal, punishing kisses Adrian had laid down the night before. No, this was intensely tender. Slow, sensuous, and delightful. He moaned into Dominic and felt him chuckle in response.
Adrian found himself at a complete loss for words when Dominic licked and bit his way down his body. Rough fingertips were followed by velvet kisses. Chest. Nipples. Stomach. He twitched and groaned under the onslaught, too aware of Dominic’s weight.
Strange and wonderful. Been a while since he’d been this turned on and not actively the one engaging. Nothing Dominic did seemed dominant, but his grip and his mouth seemed to demand Adrian’s stillness, his compliance. So he gave up control with hardly a thought.
Desire flared through Adrian. He wanted Dominic inside him, too.
The torturously wonderful heat of Dominic’s mouth vanished as he knelt between Adrian’s legs, and when he looked up, the intensity of his gaze tore through Adrian.
“Please.” The word was out of his mouth before he even realized.
Dominic sucked the tip of Adrian’s dick between his lips and for a moment, the world vanished.
“Oh god, babe!” Dominic’s mouth felt so fucking good. Even better than last night. Adrian arched against the bed, but no amount of thrusting seemed to slide him in any farther.
Then that hot, slick heat was gone and Dominic’s quiet chuckle made goose bumps rise all over Adrian. “Call me that again.”
“Babe?” Adrian was breathless and so fucking turned on, every inch ached for Dominic. Last night, he’d have flipped the man over and taken him hard and fast. But right now? He could only tremble under him.
“Yeah.” This time Dominic was crawling up rather than down, determination on his face. “I wanna hear it again.”
Adrian so rarely called any of his lovers anything other than their names. He wasn’t even sure why that word had slipped from his lips. Except a tiny voice in the back of his mind whispered, you know why.
Yeah, there was something about this man, with all his interests and layers and complexity that drove right into the heart of Adrian’s soul. He was hardly in love, but all the pieces were there, so that given time, given return interest—he could be.
He could seriously fall so damn hard for Dominic. It was terrifying.
And maybe that’s why Adrian was a shivering mess of need by the time Dominic rolled the condom on, or why he moaned so loudly when Dominic’s fingers slicked and loosened his asshole. God, it had been a while since he’d bottomed, and man, why hadn’t he? Because this—this felt too damn good.
Dominic’s grin was so fucking hot and the twink was gone, replaced with a tattooed god above him, the head of his hard cock pressed against Adrian’s hole. “Want this?”
“Babe, yeah.” Adrian hardly recognized his own voice. “Fuck me.”
A laugh, then Dominic was pressing in, opening Adrian wide, and he burned with pleasure and pain and surrender. Every moment was gold, from the sound of his own cries to Dominic’s throaty moan to his weight as he seated himself deep inside Adrian. Warm morning light burnished those dark brown eyes, and that’s all Adrian could see, all he wanted to see.
He expected Dominic to fuck him rough and hard, mirroring how they’d come together the night before, had prepared for that. Instead, Dominic kissed him and moved slowly—tenderly, even—sliding in and out with each taste of lip and tongue. So close, they might as well have been one body.
Somehow Dominic managed to press in so deep with each thrust, and Adrian gasped and moaned into those languid, torturous kisses. God, every second was too much, from the stretch to the way Dominic’s cock slid just right with every thrust. The heat and weight of his body, the friction between them stroking Adrian’s cock. Delight flew through him and tension, too. Slowly stretching out until he was strung tight, vibrating and ready to break.
“Like that?” A murmur, full of joy and light. “I think you do.”
“Babe.” He practically moaned the word. “Please, please.”
A caress of lips against his. “Please what?”
“Make me come.” He never wanted this to end, but he couldn’t contemplate climbing any higher into pleasure. It was too much, too soon. No lover had done this before.
He didn’t know how Dominic could sound so together, not how they were fucking, but his words were as smooth as his strokes. “I am making you come, Adrian. Just the way I want. Just the way I like it.”
Adrian ran out of words. Had he honestly thought he was completely in control of this situation? Heat blazed through him when Dominic thrust deep and ground in even more.
“In fact, you’re close, aren’t you? Right there.”
Yeah, he was. On the edge. His breath came in pants and he dug his fingers into Dominic’s arms. “Babe...”
“That’s it, Adrian,” Dominic murmured. He ground in hard. “I want to lick the come off you. Give it to me.”
Hearing those words out of the mouth of the same man who’d blushed his way through dinner was too much—the world turned as gilded as the sunlight in Dominic’s hair and broke into a thousand pieces, and he came hard. He couldn’t even shout—the pleasure took him too fast.
“Fuck yeah.” Dominic’s thrusts came sharp and fast as he spent himself. Not with the cry of abandon from the previous night, but a growl of contentment that chased down Adrian’s spine, mingling with the aftershocks of pleasure.
And true to his dirty talk, once Dominic had pulled out and ditched the condom, he came right back and licked every drop of semen from Adrian’s skin. Adrian tangled trembling fingers into Dominic’s locks. “You’re unreal.” It came out as a croak.
“You’re not complaining,” came the smug, snarky reply.
Adrian could only laugh. “Babe, you can make me late for work any day of the week.”
Dominic quieted and spread his fingers over Adrian’s chest. “I think I’d like that.” Soft, wondrous words.
He propped himself up on his elbows to get a better read on Dominic’s expression. Surprise, and maybe a hint of worry there. “So would I.”
Their gazes met. Still that soft voice. “It’s not like me.”
So he’d said before. “Love ’em and leave ’em kind of guy?”
A snort, but it wasn’t one of humor. “Makes me sound heartless.”
Adrian shrugged. “There’s no shame in one-night stands.” He’d had plenty of them himself. Hookups. Hell, he’d had some amazing sex in the bathrooms of clubs. “Sometimes life just isn’t right for more than that.” He paused. “You’re far from heartless.”
Dominic traced patterns on Adrian’s skin, warm fingers over flesh. “Thank you.”
No more than that. His dark eyes were focused on his moving fingers, and there was that little hint of fear again. Adrian had no idea what the frown might be from, what churned behind the brow of the unexpectedly stunning and strong man in his bed. But he wanted to find out.
“So, dinner Friday, still? If you like, we could try the cuffs after.”
Dominic’s fingers slowed and stopped. “On me or you?”
Now, that was an interesting question. “Whichever you prefer, but I do think you might enjoy being tied up, Dominic.” He brushed a hand over Dominic’s cheek.
A little shudder. “Yeah, probably.” He grinned. “Absolutely yes to Friday.”
Again, Adrian claimed a kiss from those delicious lips. This one tasted faintly of musk and salt and a little like the beginning of something new.
Adrian walked into work a little past ten and to a few raised eyebrows, but the taste of himself on Dominic’s lips had been so well worth it. Not even a hellish meeting and a pile of angry emails about broken code could dampen his spirits.