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I jolt awake to the creak of floorboards in the dark bedroom. Blinking sleep from my eyes, I scan the dim space and find the bed cold and empty beside me.

There’s a shadowy figure by the doorway, a sliver of moonlight glinting off his pale shoulders. Devon, trying to sneak out and break our deal.

With a snarl, I launch across the room and grab his slender arm, using his momentum to slam him against the wall.

He cries out, eyes wide and startled, his breath leaving him in a sudden whoosh.

Caging him in place with my body, I grasp his jaw tightly. He whimpers, tendons straining as he tries to jerk free. I force his face upward, our noses nearly touching. “Just where the hell do you think you’re going?”

“Get off me, bastard!”

Thrashing wildly, he’s like a trapped animal, snarling and snapping. “I’m out. Whatever this warped deal was, it’s over.”

“Warped deal? If you think for one second anything about what went on here was warped, you and whoever told you such nonsense are ignorant assholes.”

His blue eyes shimmer like Arctic ice in the summer sun, so close to melting and shattering the deep-seated notion his words just made abundantly clear. Yet before the sun can fracture the ice, it refreezes. “Food for sex. That was the deal.”

“Nice try. The deal was food for the night of sex. We’re done when I say we’re done.”

It’s just the kind of declarative statement Devon will hate, which is the point.

I like riling him up.

He leans in, then bites my lip viciously, and the coppery tang of blood floods my mouth. I slam him harder against the wall, fingers tightening around his throat.

His chest heaves, eyes burning with rage and defiance even as he struggles to breathe.

“Enough!”

My voice is a guttural bark. “Since you want to act like an unruly brat, I’m going to treat you like one.”

He renews his struggles as I drag him to the bed. Pinning his flailing limbs in place with my leg and arm, I trap him facedown against the mattress.

My palm crashes down on his pale cheek in a stinging slap.

He jolts, cursing through gritted teeth. I spank him methodically, turning the pale flesh a heated pink. Between blows, I knead the tender skin, feeling him gradually cease fighting.

My gaze drifts toward the nightstand. Not sure why he didn’t go for my gun. My stomach summersaults. Going without a real connection for so long made me stupid.

Careless.

I shake my head then land another slap on his already pink ass. He could’ve killed me if he wanted. But something tells me whatever he's struggling with in his head is the real reason he tried to sneak out.

If only he wasn’t such a defiant shit maybe he’d open up to me. Let me help.

Soon he lies pliant, accepting the punishment with soft whimpers. Only then do I stop the barrage and run a soothing hand over the sensitized flesh. “Are you ready to be my good boy?”

He’s silent, but gives a slight nod.

I maneuver his limp body farther up the bed. He lies on his stomach, face turned away.

“Look at me.”

When his eyes meet mine, they hold an unyielding icy edge, but I wouldn’t expect less. “No more trying to run away.”

“Our deal was just for tonight.”

“The deal was you stay until morning. It’s not morning yet. You’re not going anywhere tonight. Understood?”

He glowers but gives a curt nod.

“Want to tell me what’s really bothering you?”

While I’m prepared for some snarky remark, he just shakes his head. So, I respect his answer and let it be.

“Though, I think another spanking will help reinforce good behavior before morning.”

I trail my fingers over his reddened backside. “Just a little reminder to dissuade misbehaving again.”

The first slap makes him flinch and inhaling sharply. But the second pulls a whimper from him.

Interesting.

I continue, watching his reactions shift as the blows fall. Soon his face is flushed, lips parted as he pants and grunts, arching into my palm.

“That’s it. You’re being so good for me. So perfect, taking it just how I want you to.”

He presses back eagerly, his hips circling unabashedly now, chasing each strike.

Fuck me sideways.

He likes it.

A lot.

The soft cries each slap pulls from him go straight to my aching cock. When I pause to knead his heated flesh, he whines.

Wonder what else he likes, and how compatible we may really be?

I move up the bed, then flip him onto his back. “Time to thank me properly for correcting you so well, especially when what was supposed to be a punishment ended up being enjoyable to you.”

My body faces away from him as I throw a leg over his head and grip a fistful of his hair, tugging his face against my ass. He grunts in surprise, hands coming up to grip the back of my thighs.

“Be a good boy and use that mouth to please me now.”

I grind down against his clenched lips, feeling his hot breaths against my skin.

He hesitates, so I give his hair a sharp tug and he relents, tentatively swiping his tongue over my hole.

“Oh, fuck yes.”

I groan loudly at the first hot contact, and quickly buck back for more. “Just like that. Keep going.”

He makes another timid lick and I curse, yanking his hair. “Come on, get that tongue in there.”

He spears his tongue against my rim, breaching the tight ring of muscle. I throw my head back with a guttural moan. “Fuck! More. Give me more.”

I continue demanding more between choked groans and curses, telling him to drive his tongue deeper, to keep fuckin’ me with it.

He licks and thrusts with growing confidence, pulling my cheeks apart until he’s eating me like I’m his last meal. The velvety heat of his probing tongue has my cock rock hard and leaking where it hangs above his chest.

I lean over and take his hard cock into my mouth.

“Fuck!”

he cries out, fingers scrabbling around my thighs as I take him deep.

I pin his hips, pulling off just long enough to rasp, “Have you ever been sucked before?”

“N . . . no.”

My bratty virgin is untouched in so many ways. Time to change that. I dive back down, sucking brutally, working my tongue along his throbbing cock that fills the whole of my mouth like hot velvet.

He starts licking my hole again, moaning whorishly each time I swallow around him.

“Yeah, you love this, don’t you?”

I snarl, sliding off to pump his wet shaft. “Love having my mouth on your cock.”

He whimpers.

“Tell me how much you love it.”

I squeeze him tighter, and his cock pulses as my strokes turn rougher.

He moans, thighs tensing. “Please . . . more. More. Suck me, old man. Please . . . please.”

“Love getting your cock sucked?”

“Yes, yes!”

I swirl my tongue around the swollen head, relishing his slick bitterness. “Tell me who this cock belongs to now.”

He hesitates for just a second before whimpering, “You.”

“Damn right.”

I take him down to the root as I readjust to fuck his open mouth with shallow thrusts.

He chokes around my invading length. I pull back just enough to let him gasp once before driving deep again.

The dual sensations quickly have me hurtling toward the edge. With a final slam down his throat, I unleash my load with a guttural groan.

Devon frantically gulps to swallow it all until my moan vibrating around his cock triggers his own violent climax.

I swallow every spurt eagerly as he thrashes beneath me, then I climb off and gather him close, enveloping his slender frame with my larger one, skin to skin.

He melts into me with a contented hum, tucking his face into the curve of my shoulder.

I brush gentle kisses over his sweat-damp temples, along his sharp jawline, beneath the hollow of his throat. My hands glide slowly up and down the knobs of his spine, tracing nonsense patterns.

I want to imprint the memory of his body under my palms, to run my hands along him so many times, I know him better than myself. It’s a need that goes far past lust or passion.

I. Want. Him.

All of him.

But he made it clear the deal is just for tonight.

So, he isn’t mine, not really, and that aches in a way that leaves me breathless.

Gradually, his breaths even out until he's fully asleep.

I press one last lingering kiss to his messy hair, a sweet yet sad tenderness filling me for this prickly, contradictory, vulnerable man before I fall asleep as well.