Page 124 of Fallen Rook

He closed his eyes and tossed his head back, then grabbed the back of his neck with a moan. I watched as his Adam’s apple rolled with a painful swallow. He opened his eyes.

“Let’s pretend this is true. You still could’ve texted me back.”

I shook my head. “Couldn’t chance it. Just knowing you’re in my vicinity is enough for me to fall apart.”

“Bullshit. You never fall apart,” he accused.

“Every moment, of every day, I’m worried you’ll change that.”

He drifted toward me, and I met him halfway. I could almost feel his lips on mine before he yanked himself away, tossing his fingers into his hair and tugging hard.

“No. You know what? I’m not doing that anymore.” He shoved at my chest. “Fuck you, Tom. Fuck. You.”

“Fine.”

“What?” He paused.

I grabbed his wrist desperately, tugging him to me. “I said fine. Fuck me. Let’s do it. Let’s go.”

“I’m not going to accept your pity fuck.” He scowled, yanking his wrist away.

“You think this is me pitying you?” I crowded him toward the bedroom, ready for a complete capitulation if it meant having one more time. “I’m telling you I want your dick in my ass, and this is your thank you?”

He shook his head. “Nah, I’m not going to fuck you because you feel like you need to pacify me. It’s not how I roll. I don’t use people like that.”

“I don’t want you to fuck me because I want to pacify you.” It wasn’t the entire truth, but some of it. “I want you to fuck me because I want you inside me so badly I can barely fucking breathe.”

Now, this? This was the entire truth.

His eyes flared, but he let me guide him through the hallway. “Are you for real right now?”

I stopped when the backs of his legs hit his bedframe, staring into his eyes. “What do you think?”

“I think you’ll say and do anything to get your way.”

“I’ve never tried it before, and if I’m ever going to try it—I want it to be you, Enzo.”

A broken groan tore through his throat when I covered his mouth with mine, grabbing his jaw with both hands and pulling him to me. The kiss turned fierce and demanding in seconds, but this time, he was the one who took charge. He fisted my hair, guiding me down to my knees with one hand while unzipping himself with the other.

“Really didn’t appreciate how you treated me today, Tomcat.”

His cock sprang from his pants, slapping me not so accidentally. I scooped it into my mouth with the intention of sucking, but Enzo threaded his fingers tighter against my skull and started pumping, fucking my face with abandon. I could taste his day on his skin. The unapologetic taste of an unshowered man. The salt of his flesh filled my mouth, the muskiness of it drugging me. It was like kissing the ocean, a euphoric sensation that gathered in the pit of my stomach like a tropical storm, hot and wet and uncontrollable.

I scraped my fingers along the trimmed curls of his pubic hair, shaking with excitement. It was the only coarse thing about him, and I loved it. Everything else was soft cashmere, a cloak of perfection wrapping hard, sinewy muscles and bronze skin.

“Yeah, baby. Lube me good.” He stroked my hair, his voice raspy and rough. “Because I’m going to fuck that cranky attitude out of you.”

I sucked every groan and pant out of him. My cock swelled in my pants, and I grabbed his root and seized control, first spitting all over it, then sucking just the crown, before gliding my tongue to the underside of his dick and angling it up with my fist as I lapped my tongue against his balls.

“Mmmmf, that’s right.” His grip on my hair tightened, and he removed my glasses, setting them on the nightstand. “Worship this punk kid’s nuts, SSA Rothwell.”

Any other man couldn’t get away with half the shit this one said to me. However, my bullshit threshold was staggeringly high when it came to this man. I was down bad, pathetically wrapped around his little finger. The harder I tried to fight it, the more ridiculous I looked when I undid the damage I’d caused for myself.

I had a terrible feeling I would destroy the entire fucking world if he asked me to. And with his being a professional troublemaker, I didn’t put it past Enzo to ask.

The tip of my tongue touched the rim of his ass, and I dove deeper, stroking him up and down, when he decided he was too close to bust his load. He let go of my hair and tugged me up, pressing a lenient kiss to my mouth. There was forgiveness there, and it loosened a tight, anxious knot in my chest. We both tumbled down the bed, lips still fused together. We removed each other’s clothes between guttural pants and dirty, hurried kisses. With each item of clothing I removed from him, my mood lifted. He was a damn drug, and I was a terrible, pathetic junkie who would find any excuse, any loophole, any argument not to go to rehab.

I didn’t want to get better.