Page 27 of Bittersweet Revenge (Sins of the Father #1)
Without pulling away from him, I flip open the cap on the lube, slick my fingers, and slip my hand between us.
Tiernan spreads his legs for me as I reach beneath his balls, find his hole, and rub it.
He moans into the kiss, then bites my lip, because of fucking course he does, and I smile against him.
“You gonna push that finger in me or what?” he asks.
I do it without a word, just work it into his tight, hot body.
“Good boy,” he adds, apparently still needing to try and assert that shred of dominance over me.
“It’s okay to give in to me sometimes. You think it’s normal for me to do? But I fucking do it. I give you that because you’re all up in my head. Give it to me too.”
I ease my finger in deeper. Tiernan lets out a deep moan, bowing his body toward me. “Give me another one.”
“No.”
“Yes, you asshole.”
“Kiss me.”
Tiernan curses, but he does, lifting his head so our lips meet again.
The kiss is hungrier than the one just seconds ago, but it lacks the teeth of many of the ones we’ve shared. I fuck that one finger in and out of him as we kiss and nibble at each other’s mouths, and when he relaxes completely against the bed, his body pliant and free, I push a second into him.
“Fuck yes, you slow-ass motherfucker.”
I laugh against his mouth, then pull out.
“I’m going to fucking kill you. Fuck me or give me your ass.”
“Who is the one begging now?” He took great pleasure in making me wait for it.
“I won’t stay beneath you for long. Come on, Dean. You have to know that.”
I do. “I hate you.”
“You want to, but you don’t.”
No. I don’t.
I kneel beside him, then push Tiernan over to his stomach. When he spread his legs, I straddle one, bending over and kissing his nape, his spine, as I push two fingers into him again. His body is so hot, so tight, I nearly melt just finger-fucking him.
Tiernan pushes back against me, making hungry, needy sounds, muscles tense, hands fisted.
I go from two to three, twisting, stretching, opening him up for my cock. “You’re mine,” I say against his skin. “Mine to fight with, mine to take care of.”
He turns his head, and I see the argument in his eyes, know it sits on the tip of his tongue, but when I brush my finger over his prostate, he loses it, only one word left, “Dean…”
My cock twitches. I’ll die if I don’t get inside him, so I pull my fingers out and push up to my knees. My hands tremble as I lube my cock, then lie over his back.
“This is where I belong…with you…in you…filled with you…protecting you, partners with you.” I might have stayed home this time, but I won’t do that shit again. I don’t have it in me. Not now that this future is here and laid out for me.
“Jesus, what are you doing to me?” he asks, but I don’t have the words to answer. Whatever it is, he’s doing it to me too, so instead I just hold the base of my cock and push into him, let his ass swallow my dick, squeeze it, me fitting into him like we were made to do this.
“Fuck…yes. More. Take me.”
“I am. God, I’m fucking dying here. So goddamned good.”
It’s like his body is sucking me in, like we’ve both been waiting for this. I hold myself up over him, pushing in slowly, watching my dick disappear into his body until my groin is against his ass and we’re both just breathing together.
“Fuck me hard. I need it hard, little fighter.”
Damned if I don’t too.
I pull back and snap my hips forward again. My dick has never felt something so good, never been in a hole so tight. Every time I snap my hips forward, our bodies slap together, the room filled with sounds of sex mixed with pants and hungry moans.
I’m so fucking feral for him that I growl, my vision blurry as I take him hard and fast, lose myself in Tiernan’s body and give him an escape in mine.
Wrapping my arm around his middle, I pull him so he’s on his hands and knees, kneel behind him, hands now on his waist as I rail into Tiernan’s willing body.
“Harder. Make me fucking feel it, Dean.”
I swear it feels like I lose time, space, the world around us either stopping or speeding on without us, I can’t tell which. All I know is this is everything, and it won’t last. This is all the good I never thought I would have and shouldn’t find in him.
This is where I was always meant to be.
“Come in me. Fill me up. Make me fucking shoot.”
Those words bring a moment of clarity, a light shining in the forest of my thoughts. Holy shit. I’m not wearing a condom. I didn’t even think about it. I just needed him so goddamned badly. Needed him like breath.
Clearly Tiernan knows and doesn’t care.
I pull out, flip him to his back, lift his legs over my shoulders, and slam into him again, fucking him into the mattress.
His dark gaze is so intense on me, pinning me, speaking to me, but I can’t make out the words. “You feel so fucking good. Gonna mark you. Gonna shoot inside you so I’m a part of you, so you’re all filled up with me and then there’s no denying you’re mine.”
Something about what I just said makes the dam break. Tiernan splinters apart beneath me, shatters, mouth dropped open, eyes closed, giving in, giving himself to me.
He spurts all over his chest and stomach, hole clenching around my cock, drawing my orgasm from my balls as light flashes in my eyes and I spill inside him. His body keeps pulling it out of me, draining my balls, his hole slicker as I keep fucking my cum into him.
It makes Tiernan shoot again, both of us lost in this moment that doesn’t feel like sex. It feels like necessity.
When I can barely hold myself up anymore, my balls wrung dry, I pull back, let his legs go, but he grabs me and stops me.
“Where do you think you’re going? Lick it up.”
Lust explodes inside me again as I do as he says, his cum on my tongue, and then Tiernan wraps his arm around my neck, pulls me down so I’m kissing him, sharing his load between us.
“The rest is yours,” he tells me. “You’re in me, so now I have to be in you too.”
I do it, greedily, licking up the rest of his salty load and swallowing it down, filling my belly with it.
With him.
I have no idea what that was, any of it. All I know is I never ever want it to stop.