He’s right, but I’m at war. He needs sleep, but I didn’t expect to miss him so much. Either way, we should be heading in an upwardly direction. First, I steal his book, setting it on the coffee table.
“My English professor’s gonna have my ass if I don’t get that reading done,” he says.
“He’s going to have your ass either way,” I promise, my voice dropping into the darkest octave.
I yank his large form off the couch, spinning him, attacking his lips, and shoving my tongue into his mouth. The living room fills with the sounds of me ravaging his mouth. Only a few weeks ago, I wasn’t allowed to do this, but now I can, and I won’t waste a second. Gripping the sides of his face, I trap him. He’s not going anywhere, not until I’m done. But wait, something’s in the way.
“Off,” I say, tugging at the mammoth hoodie-blanket. He’s quick to pull it off, and the thing thuds as it hits the floor.
There’s a moment, one quiet moment, where the world is still, and we’re the only two animate objects in it. Every detail of him becomes defined, down to the swell of his plump lips, a part of him that I’m particularly fond of.
“Every time you touch me, it gets worse,” he says, looking at me as if I’m something he can’t have.
It.
The thing between us.
It’s damn near unstoppable now.
There’s a plea there, too, as if I can help him, but I can’t. I’m as lost to it as he is, and I don’t care. If anything, I want to pull him down, down, down, further into the chaos.
“I want you.” It’s more than a sexual need, but that’s there too, amalgamating with all the ways I want him.
Want to ruin him, want to fuck him into oblivion, want to be with him. I choose him. Of all the humans on earth, I choose this one. Him.
“I want you, Luke, like I’ve never wanted anyone, and it’s fucking terrifying.”
I get that, maybe more than anyone could.
An inaudible snap echoes, the universe folding over on itself. Need pours in, hot and urgent. My fingers slide up the sides of his scalp, digging deep into his hair. He pulls in a sharp gasp of air, and I dive to swallow it, dipping my tongue inside, kissing him with all the passion I have. He doesn’t need to be afraid of wanting me. I’ll show him.
I smack the meaty part of his thigh. Decision made—hard, fast, then bedtime.
“Get your ass to my bed, princess.”
He runs, and I chase him up the stairs. Ace is fucking fast, but I keep up, and as soon as we hit the bedroom, I’m on him, tearing at his clothes. My usually able fingers fumble, unable to wait a second longer. I want him naked, underneath me, my cock sunk so far in him that it becomes part of his ass.
I want to make sure.
Make sure there’s nothing between us. Remove any doubt.
It’s not pretty, the way we undress each other. We hurry like the world’s on fire. Like there’s no time left. Like if we don’t do this now, we’ll miss our chance to seal whatever magic brought us together. Naked, already slick with sweat, I pull him so he’s flush with me, his back to my front, and open his neck, restingit into the crook of my shoulder. I lick the spot, my favorite spot, that silken spot where his pulse hammers beneath the skin. Fuck. The way he gives himself to me.
All this power, mine.
But there’s an irony. It’s all mine to pillage, to do what I want with, yet all I want to do is take care of him.
“Have you been good, princess?” I say between bouts of feasting on him.
“Yes, Daddy. Promise. I made sure I was good for you.”
There’s a tremble in his voice as if he did try so hard, but the chance I might not agree might kill him. God, it’s sweet, that slight edge of fear. It’s what’s making him leak, and what’s making my dick so hard it aches.
“Tell Daddy how you’ve been a good boy.” I trail my fingers over his bulky abdominal wall, brushing them over his dick, feather light, inducing a body-wide shiver that has him bucking his hips.
“I’ve followed every rule, asked you for permission, sucked your cock so prettily,” he adds because he’s a fucking brat.
“Hmmm, but you’ve been away for so long. Daddy should spank you for that.”
