“You don’t need anything else from me. You’re angry that you’ll never be able to pin this on me. You hate me because of everything I’ve done and gotten away with, but you can fix all that by taking your anger out on my ass.”
I couldn’t, but it would be fun to pretend I could just for tonight. It had been so long since I’d touched him, since he’d taught me how to feel more than I ever imagined. Yet it might as well have been yesterday because I remembered every detail—the feel of his sweat-slick skin rubbing against mine; his sharp, musky scent; the way he took his strength for granted, pinning me down so easily; the way he used filthy words to make me lose my fucking mind.
He nuzzled my cock through my sweatpants, then mouthed along my length. I felt the heat through the worn fabric.
“Take my cock out. I want to choke you with it.”
Devil held my gaze as he obeyed, eyes bright with lust. I’d replayed the eager way he’d sucked me over and over again. I’d had plenty of men on their knees for me like this, but none of them had taken such joy in using their mouth on me.
After he tucked my sweats behind my balls, he rubbed my cock against his face and fucking purred. If he kept that up, I was going to be wrapped around his finger again. I needed to stay in control.
“Hands behind your back.”
He ignored my command and cupped my balls. I closed my eyes for a moment, savoring the pleasure-pain as he tugged on them. Then I brought my gun to his head. “Who’s in control?”
He gave me as coquettish a smile as a tattooed man with the broadest shoulders ever could give. “You are, sir.”
“Fuck right I am.” I pulled out the handcuffs I’d tucked into my waistband. “Bend over. Hands at the base of your spine.”
He did as I said, and I gave myself a second to appreciate the view before setting my gun aside and snapping the cuffs around his wrists. I grabbed the neck of his t-shirt and yanked him upright. “Now, you’re going to open your mouth, and I’m going to fuck it as long and hard as I want to.”
“Jesus, please.” He opened, sticking out his tongue. I rubbed my cock over it, then pushed in hard, making him gag. He tried to pull away, but I gripped the sides of his head and pulled him to me, making him swallow all of me, then holding him there. He sputtered around me. When I finally let him go, he looked up at me, mouth slick with drool, and groaned. “So fucking good.”
I grunted in acknowledgement and took hold of his chin. He opened without any more prompting, and I thrust into him again. I fucked him hard, taking his throat as roughly as I would his ass. He struggled, but he also held my gaze so I could see the ecstasy on his face. He loved being used like this.
“You’re mine tonight. I can do anything I want to you,” I told him as I pushed into his mouth slowly then held myself there. I was cutting off his air, but the bastard just smiled around my cock.
I continued to fuck his mouth slowly, tormenting myself. If I went faster, I’d come in seconds, and that wasn’t what I wanted. I wanted Devil’s ass. I wanted to force him to open to me.
Devil teased the underside of my cock with his tongue as I slid out. He leaned forward, sucking me back in and swallowing around me, humming around my shaft. Fuck, that felt good. I wanted to give in, to let him use his skills on me, but not tonight. Another time, maybe.
No, there wouldn’t be another time. I was indulging myself today and then…. What?
I allowed myself a few more deep thrusts into Devil’s hot mouth before pulling out. He stretched his neck, chasing me with his mouth. I gripped his short hair and held him. “Enough. No matter how much you want my spunk down your throat, I’m not going to come until I’m buried in your ass.”
“Will you feed it to me from my ass as it drips out?”
The punch of his words made me dizzy. He was so fucking filthy. “Only if you’re very good.”
“I’m always good.”
I tightened my grip, yanking his head to the side. “Good means obeying me. Good means surrendering. Are you capable of that? Can you let me have my way without fighting?”
He licked his lips. “I can do anything to get what I want.”
“What do you want?” I hadn’t meant to ask that, but the words tumbled out anyway.
“I want you to punish me, to force me, to make me yours.” He used a deliberately sexy voice. He was taunting me, but I was sure he did want those things. Dangerous things. I was telling him—and myself—I was in charge, but I’d been under his spell since I’d watched him thrust into that woman’s body in the alley behind The Sentry. After I’d seen him flying over the space between two buildings, I’d needed to find out what made him risk himself like that, what made him crave danger. The thing was, I craved it too, and Devil fed that need like nothing else.