Counterpoint

by Anna Zabo

  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.

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nbsp; 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.”