Giorgio (Vigilance 1)

He braced himself on his arms. His breathing was ragged, and his eyeliner had run from the tears my hard use had brought to his eyes. I used my thumbs to wipe away the mess. He looked up at me, and for a moment, his expression was soft and tender.

Something fluttered in my chest. An unfamiliar feeling. It had been a long time since I’d felt anything but the driving need to come when I was with a man. I’d learned to close off everything else. I had fellow team members I knew I could rely on in the field. The only reason I needed anyone else was to satisfy my physical needs.

But Lane… Something about him made the walls I’d created around my heart feel thinner.

That thought should have made me want to run, but there was no way in hell I was giving up the chance to use him in every possible way.

I held out a hand to him and helped him to his feet. “You still want to be fucked in a bed?”

He looked confused for a second, then he nodded. “Yeah.”

“You’d better take me there, then. I’m ready to feel your tight ass around me.”

He shivered as he looked up at me. “Um… I…”

I wrapped a hand around his throat and slid my thumb over his Adam’s apple. He dropped his head back, and I pressed in harder. “I want to fuck you. I want to force my way into your ass, fill you up, stretch you open, and hear you cry out. You’re going to give me what I want, aren’t you?”

He nodded.

“Tell me.”

“I will. I want that.”

I smiled at him, but it wasn’t a nice smile. It was a grin full of evil intent. “Bed. Now.”

He took my hand and led me to the bedroom. The warm, innocent contact of my hand in his felt more intimate than when I’d had my dick down his throat. What the fuck was wrong with me tonight?

You’re horny, tired, and vulnerable. That’s all.

I’d enjoy the hell out of Lane, then I’d leave like I always did. Within days, I’d forget him, and it would be for the best. I didn’t need to entangle myself with anyone.

When we reached the bedroom, he let go of my hand, and I immediately missed his warmth. I watched him pull back the covers then open a nightstand drawer, grab lube and a condom, and toss them onto the bed.

After a quick glance at me, he crawled onto the bed and knelt up with his hands behind him at the base of his spine. Jesus Christ, he knew exactly how to get to me.

I grabbed his hips and yanked him toward me until his body pressed against mine.

I kissed him then, a savage kiss, the kind that would leave his lips puffy and bruised. My tongue forced its way into his mouth like I’d forced my dick into him earlier, the same way I intended to fuck him—hard and rough and without any mercy.

He slid his hands into my hair and sucked my bottom lip into his mouth. The sensation sent a shiver through me. I was supposed to be the one in control, but I didn’t feel like I was anymore. I never kissed the men I fucked, but tonight I hadn’t even thought about it. I’d just reached for Lane, needing to feel his mouth against mine. How did he have me so desperate, not just to fuck him but to fully possess him, to hold him, care for him, make him happy?

That was a complication I didn’t need. In an attempt to refocus, I reached between us, undid his pants, then shoved them and his briefs over his ass and down his thighs. Once his ass was bare, I dug my fingers into his cheeks and squeezed hard, pulling the firm globes apart and making him gasp.

“Turn over and get on your hands and knees.”

Lane stared at me. His eyes were glazed, and I wasn’t sure he’d comprehended my words. He seemed lost in the fog of lust that was threatening to take my ability to think as well. But I didn’t have to repeat my demand. He shifted position and did as I’d said.

I stared at his ass for a moment. It was round and tight and looked absolutely delicious. I slid a finger along his crack before teasing his hole.

He groaned, arching his back and pushing into my touch. “Please. Need you.”

His raw, fucked out voice made my cock jump, but I wasn’t going to give him what he wanted, not yet.

I let him go and grabbed a pillow. “Hold on to this. You’re going to need it.”

He took it from me, wrapped his arms around it, and dropped his head down so his ass stuck out even more. I slapped one of his cheeks hard, loving the way his skin turned pink from the impact. “Don’t you dare touch yourself… or come… or do anything unless I tell you to. You’re mine tonight. Do you understand?”