Page 93 of Broken Obsession
“I’ll be your fallen angel. Do you know what they do best? Tempt. You picked the role out for me yourself, so why bother with the smoke and mirrors? Give in to temptation. You’re already possessive of me.”
“Am not.”
The elevator reached their floor and slowed to stop, but Ares didn’t immediately move away. They stared at each other for a bit, until the beeping changed to alert them that the doors would soon close again.
Without another word, Ares took Eden by the wrist and spun on his heels, keying in his door code before bringing them both inside. This was a different elevator entrance from the mainone, opening up to the north corner of his floor, between two doors that led into rooms Eden had yet to explore.
He wasn’t given the chance to do so now either, and he tripped as he was dragged down the hall and into the large living area.
Ares tossed him onto the L-shaped maroon couch, tumbling after him before Eden could even think to get away. He set a knee at either side of his hips and wrapped a hand around his throat, pinning him to the plush cushions with another devilish smirk that had Eden’s insides contracting.
“You’re acting more like you did before we got here,” Eden noted, not even to distract them, but because it was true. Yesterday and today, he’d seemed more withdrawn, not necessarily softer, but certainly less of a strong presence.
“Opening up to you earlier was helpful,” he acknowledged. “Now, if you’ll open up for me, I promise I can be…helpful as well.” His fingers brushed over Eden’s right thigh, then slipped to press against his more sensitive inner area.
“What was that about me being the lascivious one?”
“You are.” He leaned in and lowered his voice. “There’s a wet spot on your pants, Professor.”
Eden growled and shoved, glaring when Ares rose over him but didn’t move off. “I’m not letting you put your monster cock inside of me. I have classes to teach tomorrow.”
“Not even if I promise to go easy on you?”
He hesitated, almost caved, but shook his head. “No. We both know that’s not true.”
“How can you be so sure? We’ve only done it the once. Maybe it was a fluke. Maybe I’m all angel in the bedroom, and I simply lost my cool because it was our first time.”
“Yeah, and maybe I’m a flounder.”
“Fisher is just a friend.”
Eden pushed with both hands this time, sliding out from under the Black Hart. How dare he be thinking about another man right now?! He circled the couch and stormed down the hall leading to his room.
“What?” Ares called. “A flounder is a fish. It makes total sense that my mind went there. Paradise?” He heaved a sigh. “There are toys in the bottom drawer of your—”
Eden didn’t hear the rest. Entering his room, he slammed the door shut and pointedly flicked the lock, cutting off whatever Ares had been trying to tell him. At least it hadn’t been the important part. He only stood there for a moment, collecting himself, before he went searching for the supposed toys.
It didn’t take long to find them, carefully laid out in the last drawer of the massive wooden dresser in his walk-in closet. There was a huge selection, more than he could ever possibly need, and he grabbed a bottle of lube and a rectangular package blindly and began stripping on his way to the bathroom.
“What the hell am I even doing?” he grumbled to himself as he adjusted the spray of the shower and then tore through the packaging of the toy. A thick, suction cup dildo with several thrusting speeds came out of the box. It was red. “Fucking sycophant. Thinks I don’t know what he’s doing. Stocking a sex cabinet for me under the guise of being thoughtful. Bet they’re all the color of those stupid, gorgeous eyes of his.”
It even had a charge already.
Bitterly, Eden got into the shower and lined the toy up to the proper height before sealing it to the tiled wall. With more aggression than necessary, he slathered the seven-inch rubber cock in lube.
Not wasting the time to stretch himself out with his fingers, Eden positioned himself and then pushed back, driving the toy into his hole with enough force that it speared throughhim. He cursed and went still, giving himself a chance to adjust, waiting for the bursts of pain to dissipate.
His dick was still rock hard, and he took himself in his palm and began to stroke as he started rocking his hips.
The toy was big, hitting all the right spots within him, and he jerked himself off in the same way he always did, and yet…
It wasn’t enough.
It wasn’t deep enough.
Hard enough.
Biting down on his bottom lip, Eden pictured Ares behind him, railing him. He switched the thrusting setting on and turned it all the way up, and both of those things together helped.