Aran’s hand grabs the hem and rolls it up, bunching it just under my chin. His lips move on to explore the tattooed area, appreciative and gentle. The design is a mix of techy and tribal patterns, loosely depicting a winged lizard flying over a forest. It’s not massive, comprising just the space between my clavicles and upper chest.
“I bet you secretly like it, like my nose piercing, because it gives me a bad boy edge,” I chuckle, but my amusement turns into a moan as he flicks my nipple with his tongue.
Okay, more please.
As if he can read my mind, Aran assaults my other nipple with his fingers while continuing to suck and nip on this one. He pulls and twists, adding a tinge of pain to the pleasure surging through me, and I kind of like it. I haven’t really played with my nipples before, but from now on, it will be a mandatory part of our foreplay.
I open my mouth to tell Aran as much, but I don’t get to say anything as he shoves a free finger inside it. Automatically, I start licking and sucking it, heat bubbling up in my stomach. The firestorm brewing within me overtakes my entire body, my cock going impossibly hard. Throwing my head back, I rock my hips in search of more stimulation. I love what Aran is doing to me, but I need more.
I need to feel him, to hear him, to make him lose his mind because of how mind-blowingly amazing it is to be with me.
“I want to do more,” I whine, grabbing onto his black hair.
I pull until his mouth lets go of my nipple and he tilts his head back. Our gazes lock and I can’t make out his brown irises. They have been devoured by his pupils and are now completely consumed by how much he wants me.
I bask in that moment for a heartbeat. I am at the top of the world and the man I love is right there with me. It gives me joy, confidence. I want to make a mess of him, to unravel him. This is about both of us, not just me feeling good.
Licking my lips so I can distract him, I pull my pajama top over my head and toss it away. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, then opens them again and drinks me in. I stand, ridding myself of my bottoms and underwear. It’s a little embarrassing and I fail to make it the sexy strip show I intended it to be five seconds ago, but my lack of grace doesn’t deter the want on Aran’s face. If anything, it increases it tenfold as he palms himself through his briefs before pushing his hand inside them.
My eyes zero in on the movement as he begins jerking himself off.Fuck, I want it to be my hand in there.I want to feel how thick and hard he is, to lick him from base to tip.
“I think you need to take that off,” I tease with a low voice, sashaying my way to the nightstand. “Now.”
I open the first drawer and take out the things I prepared, tossing them next to him on the bed. He studies the bottle of lube and the condoms for a second, then smirks. It’s plain wicked how sexy it makes him look. The play of muscles, the way his brows narrow, the glint of danger and mischief in his eyes… it’s as if his face was made for this exact expression.
“I don’t take orders, Tien,” he says in challenge, dark promises lurking in his voice.
“Yes, tonight you do,” I shoot back, holding my chin high. “You will do exactly as I say and have mind-blowing sex with me.”
He chuckles,tsk-ing at me. Aran doesn’ttsk, he just doesn’t. So, it throws me off a bit. I try to decipher it, but before I can do so, he’s lunged at me and I somehow end up pinned under him on the bed. Holding my wrists above my head with one hand, he uses the other to get fully naked. His briefs fall on the floor with a soft thud, but I forget all about them in the next moment as his mouth crashes into mine.
It’s dominant and aggressive, demanding I open for him. Which I do, happily, letting him explore me as much as he wishes. Briefly, I shiver and think that I’ve pressed a button of his that I shouldn’t, but when I reconsider the possible consequences—of which I am getting a taste right now—the shiver turns into a groan of pleasure.
“You’re playing with danger,” he rasps, then dives back in.
His tongue finds mine, hot and slick and desperate. We deepen the kiss, starved for each other. I think he’s reached his limit. Something changed when we kissed that night and three days of mostly kind of innocent touches seems to have turned him into a bloodthirsty beast.
Gasping and sweaty, we pull apart for air. His bare skin feels like heaven against mine, especially when he lowers his weight on me carefully and traps my erection against his pelvis.
“Danger Daddies are a thing?” I tease, booping his nose with mine.
He nips my bottom lip then continues lower, doing it to my chin and jaw until his lips are near my ear. “What led you to believe that, I wonder.”
“I was on this dark romance forum—”
I see the universe explode as his hand wraps around my sensitive cock. It’s the best feeling, his firm but hot hold, the way his fingers are squeezing me just right. And when he starts to stroke me, I find myself no longer able to think as tension builds up in my balls.
Something rustles next to me, fabric or packaging. I don’t get to wonder about it for long though; Aran’s greedy mouth won’t let me as it attacks again. It’s even more possessive than before, claiming anything it can get to as I fight to keep my lungs pumping. More of Aran’s weight keeps me trapped under him and, instinctively, I try to rectify the restrictive position.
I love being at his mercy, but his passion has sort of fried my brain.
“Why were you on a romance forum?” he asks as his hand disappears from my dick.
I feel my cheeks catch fire, happy that he can’t see it because of the dim light and the fact that he’s moved onto worshipping my neck with his mouth. With how often he does it, I’d say he has a thing for it.
“Well—” I start but cut myself off when something cold touches the crease between my ass cheeks and makes me yelp. The shock from the strange sensation dissipates quickly though as Aran’s fingers rub the substance into my skin and spread it around my hole.
It honest-to-godtwitches.
