Devil (The Marchesi Family 3)

“Danger. You need danger. I get it, but you also really need someone to take care of you.”

“No. My family does that. They’re on my case enough. They—”

“Shut the fuck up and give me your ass.” I pushed a finger into him, and he gasped.

“Yes! That’s what I need.”

Fuck he was tight, even after I’d thoroughly rimmed him.

He groaned as I worked my finger in and out. “There’s lube in my jeans.”

I reached into his pocket and pulled out the packet. “You expected this to happen?”

“Didn’t you? After I saw you at Santino’s, this was fucking inevitable.”

He was right. It had been. “If I thought you could have known I’d catch this case, I’d ask if you dropped your ring on purpose.”

He snorted. “I’m not that desperate.”

I slicked up my cock and pressed the tip against his hole. “I don’t believe you.”

His muscles clenched as I pushed in. He wasn’t going to make this easy.

“How long since you’ve had a cock in your ass?”

“A real one or a dildo?”

Fucking hell. The image of Devil shoving a dildo inside himself, fucking it, and… Jesus Christ. Had he imagined exactly what we were about to do? “Either? Both?”

“I haven’t had a real cock in me in years. The day I saw you at Santino’s I went home and fucked myself with a dildo, imagining it was you.”

“Fucking fuck.”

“Too hot for you?”

“I haven’t stopped thinking about fucking you since I saw you again. I haven’t been able to sleep. I thought I was going to come out of my skin. You’ve got me so fucked up.”

He turned to look at me. “You’re not alone.”

“Open up. It’s time to do this.” He exhaled and rested his head on the floor again. I pushed in farther. I knew I was hurting him, but I didn’t stop.

He pulled away as I tried to go deeper. I gripped his hips, holding him still. He wasn’t getting away for me. “I’m going to fuck you whether you fight me or not.”

“I know. Hold me down. Take what you want. Use me.”

He sounded desperate, like I had when we’d been together before. I’d needed him to take charge then. He’d blown my mind, but this was just as good, maybe better.

I slid out and drove in harder. Devil cried out, hands scrabbling against the floor. His ass was like a vise around my cock, but I didn’t go slow. I kept fucking him until he loosened up and began pushing back against me.

He struggled against my hold, writhing under me, and that only made me go at him harder. His knees slid out from under him. I pushed him down flat against the floor and pounded into him again and again, fucking him as deep as I could go.

Sweat dripped from my face, and I could barely breathe, but I didn’t slow down. We both needed this rough and harsh.

Devil tried to pull his knees back under him, but I wouldn’t let him. I kept him pinned to the carpet until the noises he was making changed, and I realized he was close. I pulled out then, and he scrambled back onto his hands and knees turning to scowl at me. “I think I’ve got fucking rug burn on my dick, you asshole.”

“When you break into a man’s house then beg him to fuck you, you take what you get.” I slapped his ass. “Turn over. I want you on your back.”

He did as I said, and when he looked up at me, my breath caught. There was heat in his eyes along with anger, but there was something else, something more. Something that touched my heart.

I should send him home. We could pretend we were just indulging ourselves one more time, but I knew better. This wasn’t going to end tonight. We weren’t going to be able to stay away from each other again. How would this work when we were from different worlds?

I pushed back into Devil’s ass, and he wrapped his legs around me. I worked his cock until I knew he was close again. Then I wrapped my hand around the base and squeezed.

He growled. “What the fuck are you doing?”

“I’m making you wait.”

“No.”

“Has anyone ever denied you what you wanted? Have you ever been forced to hurt, to ache, to feel like you might cry with desperation because the thing you want is out of reach?”

“Joe, don’t. I need—”

I spanked him so hard it made him jump. “I told you I’m the one in charge. You don’t get to tell me what to do tonight. I’m going to make you wait because it’s what I want. I want you to suffer. I want to deny you.”

“I fucking hate you.”

“I know, and all that anger feels delicious wrapped around my cock.”

“Jesus. I thought you said you weren’t good at dirty talk.”