He glanced up at Damon, at the molten green gaze that hadn’t left his face. “This is what I want,” he said again, as he reached for the band of Damon’s boxer shorts. Damon’s hand came to cover his, and his eyebrow raised in a silent question. Cain nodded, nuzzling through Damon’s boxers at the junction of his thigh, running his nose along the coarse hairs of his leg. “Please?”
Damon moved his hands from his waistband to the back of Cain’s head, and Cain felt a burst of joy so acute it made him lightheaded.Thiswas what he’d been craving, though he hadn’t known it - to have Damon want him, to make him as crazy and off-balance from wanting as he’d made Cain.
He slid Damon’s boxers down slowly, like he was opening a present he wanted to savor. But when Damon’s cock sprang free, Cain’s mouth began to water and he couldn’t wait. Damon toed off his shoes and Cain pushed his jeans and boxers off completely. He hesitated when he caught sight of Damon’s injured leg. Was this going to be too much?
He glanced up to find Damon leaning against the door, watching him. He traced his fingertips up the patchwork of scars, much the way Damon had done with his freckles, acknowledging every mark. Damon’s muscles twitched beneath his hand.
“Do it,” he breathed a second later. “God, Cain. Now.”
But Cain wouldn’t be rushed, not now that he finally had Damon at his mercy. This moment, in this incredibly pink hotel room, literally part way between his old life in Boston and the new life his parents had created for him in Tennessee, wasn’t bound by the rules and limitations of yesterday and tomorrow. Just for tonight, Cain was going to take what he wanted, and by God he was going to savor the fuck out of it.
For a long time - ever since his affair with Jack - he’d denied himself this basic human connection. Hookups weren’t a possibility forthe senator’s son, and he’d learned the hard way that trying to conduct anything approaching a real relationship in secrecy wouldn’t be fair to anyone involved. Now he was like a man who’d been submerged for decades and was finally breathing air - he could feel the cells of his body realigning, feel his heart beating faster, feel a weight he’d been carrying disintegrate from his shoulders like it had never existed.
He nipped the skin at the junction of Damon’s thigh and cataloged every second of Damon’s shivering response, dipped his nose into the hair at the base of his shaft and appreciated the musky, inherently male scent, let his tongue caress Damon’s sac and savored the salty sweetness. If this was a moment out of time, the only chance he and Damon would ever have, he would fucking enjoy it.
“Cain, what are you doing to me?” Damon moaned. His hips jutted toward Cain, as if drawn by an invisible tether.
Cain looked up and met Damon’s hazel eyes, smoldering with golden fire. When he was certain he had one hundred percent of Damon’s attention focused on him, he licked a broad, wet stripe up the man’s cock.
Damon’s head flew back with a groan, and Cain’s entire being hummed with consciousness of his own power.I made him do that. I can make him lose control.
He grabbed the base of Damon’s dick in his hand and let his tongue explore the engorged head, lapping and sucking, dipping inside the slit to taste the salty fluid. Damon’s hands came down on his head, cradling his skull to hold him in place, but Cain held him back, bracing his hands on Damon’s hips to prevent his thrusts.
“What doyouwant, Damon?” Cain demanded, tossing his words back at him.
Damon growled, as though his power of language had been stolen, and he looked nearly angry.
“Do you want to fuck my mouth?” Cain continued. “Hold my head and fuck me hard? Because I want you to. You can have anything you want, but you have to say the words if you want it to happen.”Make this real. Make this unforgettable.
“Brat,” Damon rasped, grabbing Cain’s hair in both hands. The words and the sensation combined to make Cain’s stomach somersault, and when Damon spoke again, his words were fierce. “You can’t handle what I want to give you. Not when you’ve got me on edge already.”
Cain’s hands moved around to cup Damon’s ass, pulling him infinitesimally closer. He loved the way his tattoos looked as his skin touched Damon’s, like he was badass and strong, someone Damon could need. “I can handle your temper,” he breathed. “I can handle whatever you give me.”
“You think so, kid?Yeah, I wanna fuck your mouth. I want to push so deep down your throat you can’t breathe anything but me, I want to hold you and choke you, make you take exactly what I want to give you. I want to ruin you for every other blowjob you ever give or receive.” He pulled Cain’s hair again, making his scalp ache from the sting. “You think you can handle that?”
Gorgeous and defiant, Damon stared down at him, like he expected Cain to renege on his offer, or he imagined Cain would tremble in fear.
He had no clue how much yearning had been built up in Cain, or how much he needed exactly what Damon was offering.
“Try me,” he whispered. Then without taking his eyes off Damon’s, he swallowed his cock to the root.
“Fuck.Fuck,Cain,” Damon said. Cain’s tongue swirled around the head as he popped off, then he lifted a hand to play with Damon’s balls, pulling and tugging, feeling their solid weight, while the other hand kneaded Damon’s ass.
“Is there a problem?” Cain asked innocently.
Damon clearly wasn’t in the mood for teasing. “Suck me, Cain!” he growled.
But Cain shook his head. “Make me,” he said simply.
He shifted up on his knees, wide eyes level with Damon’s bobbing cock, and clutched his hands together behind his back. His own dick was rock-hard, but he was too focused on Damon to care right now. This momentright here- this epic, powerful moment - made up for every time he’d had to walk away from a relationship, every time he’d had to hide or pretend not to want what he wanted. This moment would provide the inspiration he’d need for the thousand lonely nights to come. He’d be damned if he’d yield right now.
Damon’s hands tightened in his hair and he tugged again, as though he couldn’t help himself. Cain could see his hesitation in the considering frown on his face - did Cain really want this? What were the implications? The man’s innate need to protect was totally messing up Cain’s plan, even as it made Cain’s heart squeeze.
Still, their gazes held, and Cain tried to convey his want, his need. Apparently Damon got the message, because he sucked in a deep breath, exhaled the last of his resistance, and then groaned, “Open for me.”
When Cain didn’t comply as quickly as he wanted, Damon tugged his hair again, pulling Cain close enough to rub the head of his cock against Cain’s wet lips. “Open, Cain,” he demanded.
The second Cain’s lips parted, Damon surged inside, taking control,usingCain, making Cain the instrument of his pleasure, exactly the way Cain wanted.
