Thirteen
Halo
MY COCK STRAINED to the point of torture as Viper made it clear to the guys that movie night was over, and thank fuck for that. If I had to wait any longer to get Viper’s hands back on me, I would’ve reached down and finished off the job myself, audience be damned.
As the door shut behind Slade, I let out a groan, pushing back against the recliner and palming my covered erection. Viper had wound me up to the point of practically coming before he’d pulled away abruptly, and the irritation from his mouth leaving mine lingered.
He checked to see that we were alone, and then his gaze fell on me, to where I was busy stroking myself.
“I don’t fucking think so,” Viper said, starting toward me. When he hovered above me, he grabbed hold of the hand I had over my dick and pushed my arm up over my head. Then he leaned in so close that I could practically taste the alcohol on his breath. “No one touches what’s mine except for me.”
What’s mine… A thrill shot through my body, and I arched up, trying to get closer to his mouth, but he pulled his head away just as our lips brushed together.
A frustrated sound ripped through me. “Don’t be a fucking tease, Viper.”
“Or what?” He chuckled as he boxed me in, his hands on the arms of the recliner, keeping his distance.
I didn’t know if it was all the alcohol I’d consumed that had me feeling bolder than usual, or if I could blame what happened next on the frustration Viper built in me, but I gripped his shirt and jerked him forward at the same time I wrapped my legs around his, holding him exactly where I wanted him.
In his surprise, he lost his balance, and I took advantage by slamming my lips against his. If I’d thought Viper would resist, I was wrong, because his lips immediately parted, and as he regained his footing, his tongue dove inside my mouth. But I wasn’t content to let him take control this time. Oh no. I was burning up, horny as hell, and I knew exactly what I wanted to happen next.
As Viper’s hand trailed down my body to land on my erection, I tore my lips away from his. “I want you to fuck me.”
I could feel his mouth curve against mine. “That’s the plan, Angel.”
“Not like this,” I said, as the pressure of his hand increased, and I halted his movements by grabbing his wrist. “Over there.” I nodded toward the wall to my left, and Viper raised a brow.
“I know my dick’s a fuckin’ beast, but it won’t reach you from all the way over there.”
Smartass. I dropped my hold on him completely except for one hand tangled in his shirt, and as I tugged his face toward mine, I said, “You’re gonna fuck me against the wall the way we were at The Nothing show.”
“Mmm, an angel who knows what he wants.” Viper sucked my lower lip into his mouth, eliciting a moan. “So this is what you’re like when you’re drunk. I approve.” Then he straightened, a grin on his face as he walked over to where I’d indicated.
Under the glare of the lights, I got a killer view of his backside—those broad shoulders that tapered down into a strong back and an ass that made my dick harder than I’d ever thought possible. One day I’d like to get between those rounded cheeks, to see what Viper would feel like inside, but that was a conversation for another day.
Right now, I wanted Viper pushing me up against that wall and taking me the way I’d fantasized about. In the days since we’d first had sex, Viper had surprised the hell out of me by refusing to get inside me again, telling me it was too much too soon, and I needed to go slow.
Viper? Go slow? That was even possible? And more than that, he cared enough to make sure this was a good experience for me? Utterly mind-blowing. So though I didn’t understand why he was willing to restrain himself from going after what he so obviously wanted, I more than enjoyed the way he took pleasure in my body in other ways. If I’d thought his mouth and fingers were talented before I’d been introduced to his bed, now I thought they were nothing short of damn brilliant.
As I came up behind him, I ran my hand over his ass and then planted my back against the wall. Then he stepped forward, caging me in with his arms on either side of me.
My pulse raced to match the throbbing in my cock as his hips pushed up against mine, the friction of his rock-hard length making me tremble. It wasn’t enough, though, and I gripped his waist, holding him tight to me as I rocked against him.