A Devilish Christmas (The Marchesi Family)

He started stroking himself harder, and I was afraid if he came I might follow him, even without being touched. Watching Joe’s face when he came was one of my favorite things in the world.

“Don’t,” I said.

“Why should I suffer just because you need to?”

“You’re a fucking asshole.”

“I never said otherwise. I assumed you loved me for it.”

Dammit. I did.

“You’d never be satisfied with a man who gave into you, who let you get away with all your shit.”

“You’re really going to make me watch you come, aren’t you?” Part of me wanted that, and I needed to know if I had the strength to hold back while he did it.

12

Joe

Devil’s face was red, and his breathing was ragged. I used my tongue to catch a drop of sweat from his neck, and he shuddered.

“Joe.” He sounded so desperate.

“Are you ready to beg?” I loved pushing him like this.

“I don’t want you to come without me.”

“And you’re used to getting what you want.”

“Not with you.”

And that wasn’t going to change. “You need a challenge. You wanted to chase me, to catch me, to force me to be yours.”

“It worked, didn’t it?”

“Fuck yes, it did.”

“You wanted me from the minute you started following me.”

“I did, and now I have you. In cuffs.”

Devil snorted. “It’s not the first time, and I always get out.”

“True, but I wasn’t planning to keep you there forever.” I stroked myself faster, groaning as my hand rubbed over the sensitive head of my cock.

“Joe,” Devil whined.

“Are you going to beg me to stop?”

He shook his head. “No.”

“Then I guess I’ll just have to keep going.” I worked myself until the intensity made me reach back and grip the counter to stay on my feet. Jerking off in front of Devil was so much better than doing it on my own. Watching his face as he stared at my cock had me ready to go off so fast. “I’m going to come. Don’t you dare take your eyes off me.”

“No!” Devil yanked on the cuffs, struggling to free himself. “Not yet. Not without me.”

I let myself go, stumbling toward him as cum shot from my dick. Shot after shot landed on his chest, his stomach, his own leaking cock.

“Fuck yes. It’s so good to see you coated in my seed.” I bent down to swipe my tongue over the jutting head of his dick, tasting him and myself mingled together. I swallowed dramatically and licked my lips. “I’m so hungry now.”

“Then take it all,” he demanded.

“I don’t think that’s going to fuel me for the rest of the night. I’m going to go find some proper food.”

I scooped up my clothes from the floor, not because I needed to dress. If there was someone out there stalking us, they were welcome to an eyeful. I could kill Donaldson or anyone else naked as well as I could clothed. I pulled on my pants because I wanted Devil to think I was done with him for a while and because my gun was in my pocket. I didn’t like to be unarmed, and Devil was crafty. If I left my pants where he could reach them with his feet, I was sure he’d find a way to get the weapon.

Without saying another word, I walked out of the bathroom and headed across the open living area.

“Don’t you dare leave this cabin,” Devil yelled. His tone was no longer playful or lust-drunk; he was deadly serious. “If there’s someone out there who wants to kill you, you’re not going anywhere without me.”

Did he actually think…

I dropped the rest of my clothes on the floor and stomped back into the bathroom. “I would never leave you cuffed and alone. You fucking know that. Especially not when someone might be out there, watching us. What the hell, Devil?”

I was so close to him my chest brushed his. I gripped the sides of his neck, squeezing hard. “I was going to the fucking kitchen. You told me you had groceries delivered.”

Devil stared at me. “I… I thought…”

“How could you think that? I would never leave you in danger. Never. I would do anything to protect you.” My urge to dominate him grew even stronger. I wanted to hurt him, to make him suffer because he’d thought I would endanger him. Jesus, I was fucking twisted.

Devil groaned against my lips as I kissed him. There was a horrible splintering sound, and I realized he’d ripped the safety handle from the wall. It clattered to the bathroom floor, and he brought his arms up and over my head.

“I would never leave you defenseless. Tell me you know that.”

He yanked me to him and flipped us so I was against the wall. “I wasn’t defenseless as you can see.” He ground against me, and I couldn’t resist him. I worked my hips, needing to feel him thrusting against me. I was already rock hard again.