by Anna Zabo
A stroke later, Dom did, screaming Adrian’s name as he broke into a thousand flaming pieces and burned while Adrian fucked him harder and harder until he too came with a groan that wracked Dom’s heart.
Sex had always been good. But this—this was nothing like he’d ever experienced. Not in his head or body. And when Dom collapsed onto the bed, when Adrian released his arms and slid next to him, when those same strong hands pulled him into an embrace, only then did he realize he was crying.
“Shh. I have you.” Adrian’s kisses were gentle against his cheeks and forehead.
“Didn’t hurt,” Dom pushed out. Last thing he wanted was for Adrian to believe he’d gone too far—because he hadn’t—this was just so fucking overwhelming.
“I know.” Another kiss, this one to his mouth, and slow and as tender. “It’s okay to feel.”
Dom sighed against Adrian and let those arms and hands and mouth soothe and comfort him as he fell back down to earth from the best orgasm in his entire life. Part of him wanted to apologize for being such a mess—but Adrian didn’t seem to mind. “I guess I did ask to be shattered.”
“Yes, you did.” Fingers traced Dom’s cheeks. “I truly hope you enjoyed that as much as I did.”
Dom huffed a laugh and stole a kiss of his own from Adrian’s lips. “It’s never been better than that.”
The spark in Adrian’s eyes and that grin were utterly perfect. They softened, and he stroked a hand down Dom’s side. “I have to work tomorrow, but please stay the night? Here with me?”
“Yeah.” Dom breathed out the word. “Okay.” Because there was really no place he’d rather be.
He was still pretty out of it when Adrian helped him to the bathroom to clean up. A glass of water later, his head spun a lot less and he watched while Adrian splashed water on his face, then toweled off.
“You know, I figured you looked hot under that suit the first night, but shit.” Dom admired Adrian’s body all over again, then shivered. Because that same body had controlled his so well.
Adrian grinned, a little flush on his cheeks. “It’s been a work in progress.” He raised an eyebrow. “You’re pretty ripped yourself.”
Dom glanced at his reflection and the vertigo came back for a moment, because with his hair all askew, naked, with his tattoos showing, he looked a lot more like Domino than Dominic. Except no one had ever fucked Domino so well he’d cried from it.
“Work out?”
He didn’t, not really. Except that playing onstage, dancing with his guitar, and the hectic schedule of touring gave him enough of a workout to tone his body to almost too lean sometimes. He was still gaining back some of what he’d lost last tour. “I walk a lot,” he said. “And my metabolism is annoyingly good.”
Adrian laughed. “Well, whatever the reason, I still can’t believe no one has ever told you how stunningly beautiful you are.”
Dom ducked his head. He wasn’t. That was the thing. Ray and Zavier? They were the beautiful ones. Especially Zavier, who had been born with astoundingly good looks. Next to them, Dom was plain. Domino only got attention because of the ink and his larger-than-life personality.
Fingers lifted Dom’s chin, and Adrian’s gold-flecked eyes peered into his own. “I’m not lying.”
“I know you’re not.” He obviously saw something in Dom, but that didn’t mean Adrian was right. You could be wrong without lying.
A huff, and Adrian kissed his forehead. “Do you wanna borrow a toothbrush? I have those spares the dentist gives you.”
In the end, he did borrow a toothbrush, and a washcloth too before they crawled into Adrian’s bed—sans bedspread. That had been semen-stained and unceremoniously stripped off.
Dom snuggled up next to Adrian’s warm body. “Thanks for not making me sleep in the wet spot.”
“I would never do that.” Adrian played with Dom’s hair, which felt so so so good. He shivered with the touch.
“And thanks for holding me down and fucking me,” Dom whispered. “Feel free to do that again.”
Fingers tightened in his hair, and Adrian’s chuckle was deep and wicked. “Oh, good.”
Dom closed his eyes and let Adrian’s touches, murmurs, and kisses lull him to sleep.
* * *
The first warm rays of sunlight filtered in through the edge of the window shade, nudging Adrian from the edge of sleep. The warm, heavy presence next to him was a comfort and a thrill.
Dominic, in all his lovely, sultry, tattooed glory slept next to him. God, what a joy last night had been. Those moans, that tight heat, and the way he’d shattered around Adrian—so fucking hot. Submissive, yet so full of fire, and with an open hungry curiosity for the cuffs that still dangled from Adrian’s headboard.
No jealousy that Adrian had tied up other lovers in this bed—just a natural and justified desire to know where he stood in Adrian’s life. Of course, that was shifting every minute they spent together, at least for Adrian.
What was he to Dominic? A fling? Maybe—but then again, he was still in Adrian’s bed. There were secrets Dominic held, answers he wouldn’t share that shaped his wants and his fears. That was only fair, though. Trust was a tenuous thing, built on moments and decisions and care. Adrian had no doubt that when Dominic was ready, he’d offer explanations.
Until then, it wasn’t really Adrian’s place to demand those.
He glanced at the clock and suppressed a groan. He had to get up soon if he wanted any chance of making it to work at his normal hour. He did reach over and flick the alarm off, though.
The movement must have been enough to wake Dominic, because the warmth of breath and lips ghosted over the back of his shoulder. “Morning.” That sexy, gravelly voice sounded so perfect.
Adrian turned over and gathered Dominic into his arms. “A very good morning.”
That sleepy smile was something else. Endearing, charming, captivating.
You’ve got it bad.
Rather than words, he spoke in kisses, until Dominic was tight against him.
“I need to get up soon,” he whispered against Dominic’s lips.
An unhappy grunt. “Do you?” Dominic shifted, his warm hand tightening on Adrian’s hip. Dominic’s hard length pressed against Adrian’s belly.
“Yeah, if I want to get to work on time.” He stroked Dom’s cheek. “I should have made you wait until Friday. Then I could have spent the morning taking you apart again.”
A smile like the sun. “Nothing stopping us from dinner on Friday, too.”
Adrian’s heart flipped. Maybe this wasn’t just a fling for Dominic. “I’d love that.”
Such beautiful lips on Dom, especially when his face and eyes were still edged with sleep. “Me, too.”
Well, another kiss wouldn’t hurt, and that led to another languid, deep taste, then another, until they were grinding together and breathless, Dominic on top.
Dominic sat up, and wrapped his hand around both their cocks, his thrusts sensuous and slow when he canted his hips. “Can you be late today?”
God, it was hard to think when Dominic looked at him like that, when he moved and slid so perfectly against him. Fuck. It was Thursday, so Adrian didn’t have any meeting until the eleven o’clock scrum. Sure, everyone knew he was usually in by eight-thirty, but he worked long enough hours that one late start wouldn’t matter.
“I—yeah. I can. For you.”
Oh, that grin. It was wide and wonderful, and suddenly Dominic wasn’t quite the shy twink he’d unwrapped the night before. Not with the way his gaze slid over Adrian’s body, nor the way he slowly stroked both their dicks. “I wanna ask for something.”
“Yes?” He caught Dominic’s thighs and tried to speed up the tempo a bit.
That got him a laugh, and those slow movements got even slower. Fuck. “You wouldn’t happen to be versatile?” There was a l
ittle quirk to the smile that followed.
“You want to fuck me?” Adrian’s body warmed, his nerves tingling. “Figured you preferred bottoming.”
Dominic released their cocks and leaned forward until his lips were so very close to Adrian’s. “I do. But yeah, I wanna be inside you. Feel you come. Don’t know why, but I do.”
Adrian shivered under that stare. Fire and control, so unexpected, so welcome. “Then make me late for work, Dominic.”
He caught the edge of the joyous grin before Dominic kissed him. Wasn’t the brutal, punishing kisses Adrian had laid down the night before. No, this was intensely tender. Slow, sensuous, and delightful. He moaned into Dominic and felt him chuckle in response.
Adrian found himself at a complete loss for words when Dominic licked and bit his way down his body. Rough fingertips were followed by velvet kisses. Chest. Nipples. Stomach. He twitched and groaned under the onslaught, too aware of Dominic’s weight.
Strange and wonderful. Been a while since he’d been this turned on and not actively the one engaging. Nothing Dominic did seemed dominant, but his grip and his mouth seemed to demand Adrian’s stillness, his compliance. So he gave up control with hardly a thought.
Desire flared through Adrian. He wanted Dominic inside him, too.
The torturously wonderful heat of Dominic’s mouth vanished as he knelt between Adrian’s legs, and when he looked up, the intensity of his gaze tore through Adrian.
“Please.” The word was out of his mouth before he even realized.
Dominic sucked the tip of Adrian’s dick between his lips and for a moment, the world vanished.
“Oh god, babe!” Dominic’s mouth felt so fucking good. Even better than last night. Adrian arched against the bed, but no amount of thrusting seemed to slide him in any farther.
Then that hot, slick heat was gone and Dominic’s quiet chuckle made goose bumps rise all over Adrian. “Call me that again.”
“Babe?” Adrian was breathless and so fucking turned on, every inch ached for Dominic. Last night, he’d have flipped the man over and taken him hard and fast. But right now? He could only tremble under him.
“Yeah.” This time Dominic was crawling up rather than down, determination on his face. “I wanna hear it again.”
Adrian so rarely called any of his lovers anything other than their names. He wasn’t even sure why that word had slipped from his lips. Except a tiny voice in the back of his mind whispered, you know why.
Yeah, there was something about this man, with all his interests and layers and complexity that drove right into the heart of Adrian’s soul. He was hardly in love, but all the pieces were there, so that given time, given return interest—he could be.
He could seriously fall so damn hard for Dominic. It was terrifying.
And maybe that’s why Adrian was a shivering mess of need by the time Dominic rolled the condom on, or why he moaned so loudly when Dominic’s fingers slicked and loosened his asshole. God, it had been a while since he’d bottomed, and man, why hadn’t he? Because this—this felt too damn good.
Dominic’s grin was so fucking hot and the twink was gone, replaced with a tattooed god above him, the head of his hard cock pressed against Adrian’s hole. “Want this?”
“Babe, yeah.” Adrian hardly recognized his own voice. “Fuck me.”
A laugh, then Dominic was pressing in, opening Adrian wide, and he burned with pleasure and pain and surrender. Every moment was gold, from the sound of his own cries to Dominic’s throaty moan to his weight as he seated himself deep inside Adrian. Warm morning light burnished those dark brown eyes, and that’s all Adrian could see, all he wanted to see.
He expected Dominic to fuck him rough and hard, mirroring how they’d come together the night before, had prepared for that. Instead, Dominic kissed him and moved slowly—tenderly, even—sliding in and out with each taste of lip and tongue. So close, they might as well have been one body.
Somehow Dominic managed to press in so deep with each thrust, and Adrian gasped and moaned into those languid, torturous kisses. God, every second was too much, from the stretch to the way Dominic’s cock slid just right with every thrust. The heat and weight of his body, the friction between them stroking Adrian’s cock. Delight flew through him and tension, too. Slowly stretching out until he was strung tight, vibrating and ready to break.
“Like that?” A murmur, full of joy and light. “I think you do.”
“Babe.” He practically moaned the word. “Please, please.”
A caress of lips against his. “Please what?”
“Make me come.” He never wanted this to end, but he couldn’t contemplate climbing any higher into pleasure. It was too much, too soon. No lover had done this before.
He didn’t know how Dominic could sound so together, not how they were fucking, but his words were as smooth as his strokes. “I am making you come, Adrian. Just the way I want. Just the way I like it.”
Adrian ran out of words. Had he honestly thought he was completely in control of this situation? Heat blazed through him when Dominic thrust deep and ground in even more.
“In fact, you’re close, aren’t you? Right there.”
Yeah, he was. On the edge. His breath came in pants and he dug his fingers into Dominic’s arms. “Babe...”
“That’s it, Adrian,” Dominic murmured. He ground in hard. “I want to lick the come off you. Give it to me.”
Hearing those words out of the mouth of the same man who’d blushed his way through dinner was too much—the world turned as gilded as the sunlight in Dominic’s hair and broke into a thousand pieces, and he came hard. He couldn’t even shout—the pleasure took him too fast.
“Fuck yeah.” Dominic’s thrusts came sharp and fast as he spent himself. Not with the cry of abandon from the previous night, but a growl of contentment that chased down Adrian’s spine, mingling with the aftershocks of pleasure.
And true to his dirty talk, once Dominic had pulled out and ditched the condom, he came right back and licked every drop of semen from Adrian’s skin. Adrian tangled trembling fingers into Dominic’s locks. “You’re unreal.” It came out as a croak.
“You’re not complaining,” came the smug, snarky reply.
Adrian could only laugh. “Babe, you can make me late for work any day of the week.”
Dominic quieted and spread his fingers over Adrian’s chest. “I think I’d like that.” Soft, wondrous words.
He propped himself up on his elbows to get a better read on Dominic’s expression. Surprise, and maybe a hint of worry there. “So would I.”
Their gazes met. Still that soft voice. “It’s not like me.”
So he’d said before. “Love ’em and leave ’em kind of guy?”
A snort, but it wasn’t one of humor. “Makes me sound heartless.”
Adrian shrugged. “There’s no shame in one-night stands.” He’d had plenty of them himself. Hookups. Hell, he’d had some amazing sex in the bathrooms of clubs. “Sometimes life just isn’t right for more than that.” He paused. “You’re far from heartless.”
Dominic traced patterns on Adrian’s skin, warm fingers over flesh. “Thank you.”
No more than that. His dark eyes were focused on his moving fingers, and there was that little hint of fear again. Adrian had no idea what the frown might be from, what churned behind the brow of the unexpectedly stunning and strong man in his bed. But he wanted to find out.
“So, dinner Friday, still? If you like, we could try the cuffs after.”
Dominic’s fingers slowed and stopped. “On me or you?”
Now, that was an interesting question. “Whichever you prefer, but I do think you might enjoy being tied up, Dominic.” He brushed a hand over Dominic’s cheek.
A little shudder. “Yeah, probably.” He grinned. “Absolutely yes to Friday.”
Aga
in, Adrian claimed a kiss from those delicious lips. This one tasted faintly of musk and salt and a little like the beginning of something new.
Adrian walked into work a little past ten and to a few raised eyebrows, but the taste of himself on Dominic’s lips had been so well worth it. Not even a hellish meeting and a pile of angry emails about broken code could dampen his spirits.
Chapter Five
Dom had absolutely no issue falling into Domino for the next practice. The music came like lightning, with all the crash and edge and burn that he was known for onstage and in songs. Felt so damn good, too, that strength, that poise. Though he didn’t always like being Domino 24/7 on the road, he did miss the no-fucks attitude that came with assuming the role. The righteousness.
It was fun being Domino. So he played like he could rule the world.
Ray was more than pleased. And the energy must have been infectious, because he danced around the studio, singing his heart out like they were back onstage at some sold-out arena. Mish was on top of her game, strutting across the floor, and Zavier was his absolute astounding self.
And the songs, oh god, Ray had outdone himself. Sure, they all added bits and pieces, but Ray’s heart and soul had been poured out into this album. Every note, every word.
Dom loved it all, too.
When they broke for a rest, it was Ray who joined Dom by the window. The AC was on now, so this time the window was shut, but there was still something about peering out into the world after being surrounded by the motion and rhythm of their songs. A reset of sorts, to remind Dom that this wasn’t a dream even when it felt like it.
“You’re in a better mood today.” Ray tried to sound casual.
He eyed Ray, who couldn’t pull off innocent if his life depended on it. “You’re fishing for info.”
That earned Dom a laugh. “Yeah, but not really. I’m grateful to see you happy, whether you wanna share the reason or not.”
Dom leaned up against the wall. He was still a tiny bit bruised from being well-fucked and fucking well, and he so enjoyed that, but there was more, too. “I have a date.”