“You want my cum, don’t you?” Corbin nodded as he laved the underside of my cock.
“I’m going to give it to you. Every drop. I know you can take it.”
He whimpered, and I could no longer resist lifting my hips and fucking into his mouth. He struggled at first, then managed to relax his throat and let me go as deep as I wanted. “That’s it. You’re such a good boy.” I was right there, ready to shoot. “Take it. Take it all.”
He swallowed again and again as I pumped my release into his mouth.
When I pulled out, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, then smiled at me. He looked happier than I’d seen him yet, and goddammit, that did things to me. My dick twitched, trying to rise again. I wanted to make him smile like that over and over. I didn’t think I’d ever get tired of it.
I’d known he’d enjoy letting go and surrendering to me, that he just needed someone willing to push back against his brattiness and force him to follow rules, to obey. I could do that for him. His brothers might kill me, but I would be so damn good for him. Maybe they would be able to see that. Did I dare take that risk?
I slipped from the chair so I was seated in front of him and cupped his face in my hands as I kissed him, enjoying the taste of myself on his lips and tongue.
“That was…” He paused to suck in air. “Incredible.” The way he was looking at me made my heart skip a beat. That was a problem. Fucking him, disciplining him, enjoying him, I was up for all of that, but my heart didn’t need to be a part of it.
You think Remington will let you get away with that? If he thought you loved Corbin, that would be one thing, but…
No way in hell would Remy put up with me enjoying myself with his little brother. I was sure Remy wanted only the best for Corbin no matter how much they fought, but there was only so much I could give. Maybe, for however long this thing between us lasted, we could manage to keep it secret.
Corbin brushed my hair from my face and studied me intently. “What’s really going on with you? How much danger are you in?”
His question surprised me. I’d been lost in thought about how much I would risk to be with him, and it took me a moment to reorient my thoughts. “It’s just some personal vendetta bullshit. I don’t want you caught up in it.”
“No. It’s more than that.” He held my gaze, and if I’d ever questioned that he thought deeply and understood so much more than it seemed on the surface, I wouldn’t have then. “It’s nothing you need to worry about.”
His lips pressed together, and I felt the anger rolling off him. “You may think I’m not as capable as my brothers, and maybe I’m not. Yet. But I know you’re aware I can defend myself from some punk attempting vandalism. You wouldn’t have felt the need to drive me home if you weren’t actually concerned someone would go after me and you’d have to answer to my family.”
“You think the only reason I care about your safety is because I’ll get in trouble if you get hurt?”
“You won’t just get in trouble. You’ll get murdered. Probably painfully.”
Beau shook his head. “Then I guess I should leave.”
“No.” Corbin’s answer was sharp, and he laid his hands on my shoulders as if trying to hold me there. I was stronger than him, but he still had the power to restrain me because there was something about him I couldn’t walk away from.
“Did you consider that maybe I drove you home because I knew it would lead to this?” I laid my hand against his sternum and slowly drew my fingers down his body until I brushed the head of his dick, making it jerk. He was already hard again. I might not be as young as him, but damn if I didn’t feel like I could go another round right that second too.
“Did you? Because you could’ve just said that.”
“And you would have agreed?”
He grinned. “I think you know the answer to that.”
“Maybe I’d like to hear you say it.”
“Fine. I want you. I’ve wanted you since the first time I saw you. I hated how I felt. I hated you, but I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”
I wanted to gloat over that, to pretend I knew I’d conquered him, even when I’d been telling him he was a disrespectful brat, but I didn’t. “I wanted you no matter how bratty and fucking arrogant you were.”
Corbin huffed. “You just wanted to teach me a lesson.”