Niall (Vigilance 2)

“Yeah. That’s my bike over there.” He pointed to the motorcycle parked down the street.

“Then follow me.” I walked off toward my vehicle, knowing if he wanted to, he’d track me.

Marco was on his bike before I’d even opened the door of my car. His eagerness only made me want him more. I wanted to punch him, but I also wanted him inside me. I needed him to drive away the tension threatening to make me explode, though he was the last person I should bring home.

He’s exactly the kind of man you want. Arrogant, overbearing, unwilling to back down.

He was nothing like the men I usually hooked up with.

But he’s like every man you’ve ever fantasized about.

I pushed the thought away, but it was true. Men like him needed to stay in my fantasies, though, because the one and only time I’d had one in real life, it had been a disaster.

This was just one night—one quick release to celebrate the end of a mission—and with the way Marco was looking at me, it would be as much about anger as lust. That was fine by me. I wanted it rough and hard. I wanted it to hurt. This wouldn’t be like the one other time I’d let a man take control. He’d turned out to be a cheating asshole, and I’d promised to never let myself be that vulnerable again. But this was different. I could stop Marco if I wanted to. I was choosing this.

I let us into my apartment, and he was on me the second I shut the door. He grabbed my shirt and shoved me back against the wall. I grappled with him, trying to push him away, but he managed to pin my hands to my sides.

I’d known he was stronger than me, that I would struggle to get the upper hand if we fought. That was part of his appeal, the knowledge that he truly could overpower me. I wasn’t afraid of him. I didn’t think he would truly hurt me, but I did know he would take charge. He squeezed my wrists, and I wondered if I’d be able to see the outlines of his fingers on me the next day.

“I’m the one giving the orders now,” he said.

“I don’t—”

“You knew what you were asking for.”

“A quick hookup because—”

“Because you need someone to take charge of you. You need someone to put you in your place.”

“No, I’m—”

“Yes. You’re begging for someone to dominate you. Now turn around, drop your pants, and put your hands on the wall.”

Holy fuck, what had I done?

Finally given into what you need.

My pulse pounded in my ears as I did what he said. My hands were shaking so hard I could barely get my belt undone, but finally, I shoved the cargo pants to my knees and placed my hands flat against the wall.

Marco shoved my t-shirt up, tucking it under so it wouldn’t fall back down.

He teased his fingers along my crack, making me shudder.

“Like that, do you?” Before I could answer, he pushed a finger into me.

“Damn, you’re fucking tight. Have you done this before?”

“Not for a long time.”

“It’s going to hurt when I shove my cock inside you.”

“Fuck.”

“I’m going to make you like it, though, make you beg for it. I want your cum splattered all over this wall.” I bit my lip. I wanted to argue, to tell him that wasn’t going to happen, but there was no point in lying or pretending I was going to fight him off. I’d come this far, and I wasn’t turning back.

He must have had lube with him because the next time his fingers brushed my hole they were slick. He pushed two of them inside me, and I gasped at the stretch. I expected him to be harsh and just take what he wanted. I didn’t need gentle, but he moved slowly, taking time to thoroughly open me up. By the time he pulled his fingers from my ass, I was pushing back against him and demanding more.

“Tell me what you want.”

“You fucking know.” He was not getting me to beg.

He wrapped a hand around my throat, and fuck if that didn’t make me hotter. “I want to hear you say it.”

He used his other hand to guide the tip of his dick back and forth over my hole. I had to bite back a moan.

“Fuck me now. That’s what you came here for, so do it.”

He squeezed my throat harder. “No. I came here to give you what your body is begging for. Ask me for it.”

I worked my hips, growing more desperate. I wasn’t sure my cock had ever been so hard.

He pressed against my hole, pushing in just a fraction of an inch.

“Yes.”

“Tell me,” he said as he pulled away.

“Fuck. Don’t.”

He dropped his hand from my throat to my cock, stroking me firmly. “Stop being so fucking stubborn.”