It was getting easier to ignore the whispers of my conscience. How could I listen when this felt so right? So natural?
When Dom was quaking under my hands, I sat back reluctantly. “Almost there, baby.”
Dom’s answer was an inarticulate whimper. I chuckled as I lubed up both my hands. “Having trouble talking?”
He glared at me over his shoulder again. At least, I thought that was what he was going for. There was toomuch desperation on his face for him to pull it off. “I could go off you.”
“No, you couldn’t,” I said, rising on my knees and pressing a kiss to the small of his back. “If that were true, neither of us would be here right now.”
Not wanting to hear whatever comeback he might have, I wrapped one hand around his cock as the other circled his hole. Just as I’d hoped, Dom was immediately distracted. His hands scrabbled at the wet tile as I slid a finger easily past the tight ring of muscle.
“You’re so tight,” I marvelled. “Can’t wait to stretch you open, baby. I’m going to make you feel so good.”
“You already are,” Dom groaned, a tremble going through his body.
That was what he thought. But then I crooked my finger, showing him how much better he could feel.
“Holyfuck!” Dom’s voice reverberated off the tiles as he pushed back against me. “Was that my prostate?”
I grinned. “Hmm. Maybe. Maybe we should check. Just to be sure.”
I tapped the same spot, drawing inarticulate noises from him. When I started massaging it, there was nothing but gibberish leaving his lips. His broad shoulders were shaking, his arse bunching rhythmically as I teased him.
Judging him ready, I slid another finger in. The tightness had me pausing. “Bear down, baby. Let me in.”
He exhaled shakily and my digits slid deeper.
“That’s it. Hold on, it’s about to get good again.”
“Fuck,” he barked when I attacked his prostate with both fingers. His heaving breaths would haunt my dreams for years to come. “I’m so close, Shadow.”
Jacking him faster, I kissed his cheek before sinking my teeth in briefly. “Come for me, baby.”
Like my words had flipped a switch, his hole tightenedaround my fingers as his back arched. My own cock throbbed, imagining how it would feel when it was there instead. God, we were going to make each other feel so good. So right.
I waited until he slumped forward before gently easing my fingers out of him. I kissed my way up his spine as I got to my feet, nuzzling the back of his neck. “How was that?”
“I think you broke me,” Dom muttered, his face still pressed against the tile.
I chuckled, my arms smoothing along his chest as I dropped kisses across his shoulders. “So you’re a fan?”
“Big time,” he said, twisting in my arms until he was facing me. “Looks like we’ll be wrestling to see who gets to bottom in future.”
I thrust out my bottom lip. “That’s not fair. You’re stronger than me.”
“But you’ve got a more wicked pout,” Dom said, taking my lip between his teeth and making me hiss. “I can’t say no to it.”
I moaned, flashing back to earlier. “We both have that problem.”
“Guess there’s only one solution.”
“What’s that, then?”
A wicked gleam entered Dom’s eyes. “Flip-fucking.”
We didn’t fish again.Neither of us even suggested it. We were living on borrowed time, and not a second of it was going to be wasted.
When we weren’t making up for lost time in the bedroom, we were catching each other up on the years we’d missed out on. Dom told me more about everyone inhis unit. How Taff was like an older brother to them all. About Raffle, who was the life and soul of the party. And Mimic, who had an uncanny knack for reading every situation before twisting it to his advantage.