Noah

"Fuck." I shuddered, clenching around his fingers. Arousal seeped out of my cock, and excitement tore through me in quick bursts of fire.

He got into a rhythm that had me fucking spellbound. I started panting. Gripping my restraints, I used them as leverage as I met Julian's thrusts. My balls ached, my muscles strained, and whenever I got close, he stopped.

Like now.

"Julian!" I growled.

He wore that dark smile as he withdrew and reached for the lube. "I made a decision earlier." Seeing him slicking up his cock was both confusing and making my mouth water. It was unbelievably hot, but why would he…? "Don't worry," he said and leveled me with a stare, "I'll consult with you afterward."

"Wh…" Oh, fuck. The memories came rushing back.

Julian inched closer and rubbed the head of his dick against my ass.

"You know."

He nodded. "I received a text when I woke up: 'Be sure to tell your uncle we are certainly not accepting his tickets or his invitation to visit you in France.'"

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Despite the fact that my hands were tied, I could stop him. His gaze was almost more difficult to break, but I broke neither. I stared back, strangely turned on by the fire in his eyes that was no doubt sparked by anger.

"I'm sorr—"

"Shut up, Noah." Leaning over me, he positioned himself and gave a small thrust.

My jaw tensed. His face was close to mine, and I could tell he was searching for my reactions. I sucked in a breath through clenched teeth as he slowly pushed in.

Holy fuck, this would take some getting used to. I did my best to push back and relax, and he decided to rip off the Band-Aid and bury himself completely.

"Oh, damn," he moaned. As his forehead hit my shoulder, I closed my eyes and breathed through the burn. "Fucking hell, love."

Hearing his voice dripping with pleasure and hunger ignited a different kind of fire. His hot breath hit my neck in quick puffs, and it sent shudders through me. I needed to be able to touch him.

"Untie me," I gritted out.

He was quick to lift his head, eyes widened with worry. "A-Are you okay?"

"I'm fine." I kissed him chastely. "But I want my hands free."

His anger was gone for the moment. He reached for my left wrist and untied it swiftly, then went for the right.

Once I was free, I slid my hands down his back until I could grab his ass. Hard. And pull him deeper inside me. His eyes grew large once again, and it was easier to swallow the pain this time. Julian shuddered, his cheeks flushing with desire.

Good fucking God, he was stunning. I brushed away a lock of his hair. The anger remained distant, so maybe he was saving it for later. Maybe he'd momentarily forgotten it. Either way, he had run out of his will to be in charge, too. So it was up to me.

"Fuck me." I tilted my head and kissed him deeply. "Go ahead, baby. I want it." And I did. The burn was fading, leaving more room for pleasure. It felt better taking the lead, too.

Topping and bottoming had shit-all to do with who fucked whom. It was about this. Me taking decision-making away from him in moments that were only ours. Him giving it away, trusting me enough to let me decide for him.

Keeping one hand firmly on his ass, I used the other to stroke his cheek. He searched my eyes for a brief moment, and at my nod, he began moving once more. He inched out slowly, then pushed in. I groaned as the pain mingled with the intense bliss, and then I sighed into a kiss as he wrapped his fingers around my cock.

It didn’t take him long to get me hard again.

Given that he was already losing himself in me, I put all my focus on him. I tasted him on my tongue, grabbed at him, stroked every inch I could reach, met his thrusts, and didn't give a flying fuck about chasing my own orgasm. It was secondary.

He gasped and started fucking me harder. "I want to make you—"

"No." I grunted and took away his hand from my cock. "You can give me your sweet mouth later." After I'm off your shit list. "Let me watch you."

He let out a moan, pressing his forehead gently to mine. And I watched. My hands wandered his lithe body, feeling his tight muscles flexing beneath his smooth skin. I memorized his reactions. Almost as if he were in pain, every time he slammed into me, his face contorted with restraint and concentration.

The lust and love swam in his eyes. It was fucking electric.

"You're there, baby," I murmured. "Give me everything."

He hissed a curse, rammed in a last time, and scrunched his face as he came.