I ground against him, and he flattened himself against the wall. I thought he would try to push me away, so I braced myself to fight. Instead, his hands cupped my ass, and he hauled me against him.
I thrust my tongue into his mouth, and he slid his against it. I could feel his cock like an iron bar against my thigh.
How far could I take this? I’d been trying to piss him off when I said we should practice, but it wouldn’t be a bad idea. I was sure he’d actually like it if he’d remove the stick from his ass and let me in instead.
I pulled back, keeping a tight grip on his hair. He glared at me, and he looked fucking gorgeous with his lips swollen and parted. I didn’t give a fuck that his eyes were hard and cold. In fact, that made me want him more.
“Are you ready to kneel now?”
“Fuck you.”
“No, that’s not how this is going to work.”
“That’s the only way it works for me.”
“I know differently.”
“That night was an anomaly.”
I shook my head. “No. You need to be spread out and thoroughly used. Regular deep dicking might make you a tolerable person.”
He snarled. More color rose in his cheeks, but I’d seen something in his eyes before he covered it. Need. Desperate need.
“Tell me you don’t want this.”
“I… This is a bad idea.”
It was, but I didn’t care anymore. “At least you didn’t lie.”
“Fucking asshole.”
He yanked me to him and kissed me again. I was so shocked that he got the upper hand, then flipped us until I was the one pressed into the wall.
“I’m not going to be your submissive,” Niall snarled.
“You told X—”
“Not here. Not for real.”
“Are you sure? Because this tells me you might like it.” I reached out and cupped his erection.
“That’s me wanting to teach you some manners.”
I snorted. “I’d be a lot more mannerly if your mouth was around my dick.”
“I doubt that.”
“I’d at least say thank you.”
“You’re such a fucking asshole.”
“Maybe, but you’re going to have to pretend to do whatever I tell you.”
“You will not take advantage of the situation.”
“You mean like this?” I flipped us again, and he glared at me. “You think I won’t take every opportunity to remind you who is in charge, to remind you that you’re my toy?” I rubbed the heel of my hand up and down his length, and Niall shuddered. “Turn around.”
He started to protest, but I pressed a finger against his lips. “Just let yourself enjoy it.
“We’re in Leo’s shop. Anyone could—”
“The door is locked.”
“But they’ll hear us.”
“Then you’ll have to be quiet. Don’t make me ask a second time.”
He held himself still, jaw tight, shoulders tense. I wrapped a hand around his throat and stroked my thumb up and down. “You’re thinking so loud I can fucking hear it. Just let go.”
6
Niall
I stared into Marco’s eyes. There was so much heat there it threatened to consume me.
My body begged me to give in, and, slowly, I turned to face the wall.
I’d originally put on a suit, but after realizing I was offering Marco ammunition to mock me, I’d changed. I’d hated myself for giving in, but now I was glad because he slipped his hands under the edge of my sweater and pressed them against my bare skin. His touch felt so good. It had been too long since I’d had anyone’s hands on me like that. Most of my encounters with men were fast and expedient. I bent them over the bed or pushed them up against a wall, like Marco had me now, fucked them hard and fast, and sent them on their way.
I thought that was what Marco expected, but he caressed me like he enjoyed the feel of my skin under his fingers. He slid his hands around my side and teased my abdomen before making his way up to tweak my nipples. I gasped at the sharp pain, biting my lips to hold in the embarrassing sounds that wanted to escape.
I laid a hand over one of his, not wanting him to stop touching me.
“Hands on the wall,” he ordered, and I obeyed.
He pinched my nipples again, harder this time. “Fuck. Please.”
Marco chuckled softly as he began to undo my pants.
Was this really happening? Was I going to let him fuck me right here in Leo’s shop? What if Leo came looking for us?
When he lowered my zipper, I did nothing to stop him. He pulled out my cock, and I groaned when he wrapped his hand around it and stroked lightly. I was already rock hard, and the friction felt so good. I could barely keep myself from thrusting into his hand and letting him see how desperate I was.
“You really don’t bottom?” he asked as he kept using light strokes that felt like torture when I needed so much more.