Down by Contact (The Barons 2)

“Where’s your condoms?”

My dick got harder. We were doing this. It wasn’t a tease. And if I went by the hoarse edge of his voice and the breathless demands, he was gagging for it.

“Lube and rubbers in the drawer by the bed. We just got our physicals, but whatever you wanna do.”

Adrián dragged the tip of his dick along my ass. “Figures a thirsty slut like you would want it raw.”

The switch on whether I’d shove him off me or swallow my rising temper and let him ride me was poised smack in the middle. Figured a “straight” boy would resort to this route. So typical. He’d pound my ass but not without making sure I felt like his little bitch in the process.

He returned to my back and manhandled me into the position he wanted, getting rougher if I didn’t immediately comply. Only when I had one leg extended along the chaise and my other leg thrown over the side, knee pressing into the carpet, did he fit himself behind me. His thick muscular thigh trapped my own in place, keeping my knee planted to the floor, and he held me down at the small of my back.

Adrián pulled my cheeks apart and tapped the fat tip of his cock along my crack. His breath hitched—first sign that he wasn’t as sure about this as he’d originally thought.

“Don’t punk out now. Dunno how you can do me like this if you’re too fragile to accept a kiss, though.”

“Because from this angle you’re just a needy bitch with a tight hole. When I close my eyes, you could be anyone.”

“You’re pushing it,” I whispered, pressing my forehead against the cushion. “I won’t play this game regardless of how hot your dick is.”

“Shut your mouth. You want it regardless of how you get it.”

I pushed myself up and he slammed me down just as hard, powerful hands holding the small of my back. His dick tapped against my ass again, and I had to bite back a groan.

“I fucking hate you, Brav—”

Beneath him, I went taut. And then I almost laughed. He was doing it on purpose, and he’d almost gotten me. Somehow, somewhere, in the past few weeks he’d picked up on the fact that this was exactly the type of bullshit I hated—some dickhead acting like I was less of a man because of what I liked in bed. Someone pushing me around, trying to dominate me, and all the bullshit talk that went along with it.

But for today? I’d get along just fine. I relaxed, but he was inside me before I was ready for it. Judging from the way his voice went high as he cried out, he hadn’t been ready for it either.

I grinned against the cushion, in love with the explosion of sensation from my nerve endings, and the way he rammed through the tight ring of resistance in one powerful stoke. I pushed back on him and flexed my inner muscles.

“Yeah, baby,” he whispered. “Work that dick.”

I did, milking and squeezing to drive him insane, but the strength behind Adrián’s fucking was mind-blowing. He held me in place with his hands braced on the small of my back and moved in and out of me with such force that his hips slammed into me with jarring slaps. Each one pushed me against the arm of the chaise lounge no matter how I braced myself.

I was helpless beneath him, fucked open until my ass was just a tight vessel for him to use, and that powerlessness was addictive in a way I hadn’t expected. Scrabbling for leverage, I shoved back on him, chasing his cock in a frantic quest for more.

“C’mon, Bravo,” I said, hoarse and thick. “Let’s see if you can find my sweet spot.”

His fingers dug into me, reminding me who was in charge. He pulled out almost to the tip before slamming forward again so his balls slapped against me.

I arched up, mouth gaping and an anguished sound ripping out. He did it again and pleasure exploded inside of me, consuming me. I still managed to growl, “Not there, boo. Not even close. Maybe Judd would do a better job.”

“Fuck you, Simeon. This ass is mine.”

“Not if you can’t find my g-spot.”

Adrián grabbed a fist full of my hair with one hand, still holding me down with the other.

“Getting mad?” I panted. “I’m just starting to wonder if you’ve ever even found a girl’s clit.”

He shoved my face down, pressing it into the cushion. “Shut up and take my dick.”

Adrián rode me with a fierceness that must have been borne of frustration and anger and the confusing power of his own lust, because he went from hard to ruthless. I hung on to the flimsy chaise, feeling it jolt forward beneath me and distantly wondering if it would fall apart beneath our large bodies. The thought fell away when his tip slammed into my prostate.