Page 78 of Dressed to Kill
He watched me, breathing hard already, as I stalked closer.
"You want to play games?" I shrugged off my jacket and laid it over the hood, which would still be too hot to touch. "You want to spend my money, drive my cars, and push my buttons all fucking day? And you expect me to do nothing about it?"
"Aye," he said, that defiant spark in his eyes. "What're you gonna do, big man?"
My hand shot out and closed around his throat. He lifted his chin to make sure I got a good grip. His pulse raced under myfingers. "I think you need to be taught a lesson, Finlay. I think you need to learn to respect a man's property."
He smirked at me. "Yer expectin' a lot from a man who's also yer property."
My cock went from hard to painfully hard and throbbing. I released his throat and spun him around before shoving him face first into the coat I'd laid out on the hood.
"If that's so," I said, working my belt, "then you need to learn some fucking respect."
He went down onto his forearms on the jacket like he'd been waiting his whole life for it.
I yanked his belt open and took his pants down to his thighs in one rough pull. They went around his knees in a heap.
"Aleksi."
"That's enough out of you." I dug the packet of lube out of my back pocket and tore it open with my teeth.
I slicked two fingers and worked them into him without warning. Fin hissed at first but the sound quickly eased into a pleasured groan. His head fell forward and his knees went loose, and then his body went pliant around my fingers in just the right way.
"There it is," he got out. "There it is — Christ — ye impatient bastard, ye couldn't wait the five fucking minutes upstairs—"
"You're the one who got out of the car, Fin."
"Aye, and what a brilliant fucking decision that was."
I crooked the fingers and he let out a small, impatient sound and started trying to work himself on my fingers.
The hood under him was hot. I could feel it through my jacket where his cheek had gone down on the fabric. He'd turned his face into the wool and the steel under it had to be warming his skin through two layers, and he didn't seem to care. He was breathing hard and his good hand was fisted in my jacket sleeve,and the bad one was flat against the hood beside his head with the four fingers spread wide.
I pulled my fingers out of him and worked the rest of the lube onto my cock.
"Come on, then. Hurry up," he mumbled. "Now would be grand."
"All right since you don't want it nice and slow…" I lined my cock up against his hole and yanked his ass back, sliding in all the way in one long move that left him gasping and shaking under me.
I put my hand flat between his shoulder blades. "Fast enough for you?"
"Aye."
"You sure?"
"Aleksi Laskin, if ye ask me again I'll bite ye."
I started to fuck him properly. He took it with his face turned into the jacket on the hood of a four-hundred-thousand-dollar car. The noises he made were small and broken, punctuated by gasps and moans and the occasional colorful curse. This was Fin at his most raw, at his best, the way only I got to see him.
I fucked him hard enough the Viper rocked a little under us on her shocks, just enough I felt the suspension working through my hand braced on the hood beside Fin's head, and I had the bad-good thought that I was fucking a man into the chassis of my favorite car and there was something undeniably hot about that. I kept watching him, kept watching the pink swallow the freckles on his nose and cheeks, kept watching his cock leak all over the expensive paint job, watched his pre-cum drip thick and heavy down onto the wheel of those fucking four-thousand-dollar tires. It was the most obscene, wasteful thing, I thought, and I fucking loved it.
I put an arm under his hips and dragged him back to meet me and he went up on his toes and the bad hand scrabbled at thehood and he laughed once, broken, like he couldn't believe what was happening to him.
And that laugh. That fucking laugh. I'd have crawled through hell to hear that sound again.
I leaned over him and put my teeth on the back of his neck.
He made the keening sound again.
