“I need to know, Cav,” he groaned softly.
“No, you don’t. You need to stop thinkin’. Let it happen.”
His hand tightened on my neck. It wasn’t painful, but there was enough pressure to keep me riveted to the moment. Admittedly, I liked seeing this aggressive side of Edge. It was a rare sight. The man was always in control and I liked that I could push that.
“Tell me how it works,” Edge insisted, his lips brushing mine.
I kissed him. It was the only answer I had. I slid my hand into his hair and held him there as our mouths joined. There was nothing gentle or exploratory about this kiss, either. It was hard and rough. Both of us taking as much as we could, giving equally in return.
The steam drifted around us as we constantly shifted, the physical power play taking place right there in the shower. No matter what, Edge seemed to be the more dominant, his need to overpower me too great. Since I didn’t give a shit who was in control, I gave in, leaning into him as his tongue battled mine.
When we jerked apart like two boxers having been forced into their own corners, I stared at Edge, waiting to see what he would say, what he would do. It all came down to who was willing to take first. I had already given in to him. I certainly didn’t mind doing it again, but I knew Edge couldn’t relinquish control.
Just when I thought he was going to ask another question, Edge shocked me. Separated by at least three feet, he went to his knees on the tiled floor, his eyes never leaving mine.
“Come here,” he commanded.
I took two steps forward, then another. I stopped directly in front of him. In a move I didn’t expect, he grabbed my hips, then shifted me around until I was once again backed up against the cool tile wall. Without seeking permission, Edge gripped my cock and took me into his mouth.
I roared as pleasure slammed into me. All thoughts obliterated, my body took over. My hands shot to his hair and I held him there, pumping my hips forward, driving deep into his mouth. We were both controlling the movements yet working in tandem. The pleasure built to a crescendo, fast and furious. I pumped my cock into his mouth roughly, fisting his hair as I used him to chase my own release.
“Fuck,” I groaned. “You’re gonna make me come.”
Edge moaned, the vibrations shooting through my shaft and into my balls.
“I’m gonna come in your mouth,” I warned, tightening my grip on his hair.
Another moan from Edge triggered the electrical spark in my spine. My orgasm rushed upon me. I leaned into the wall as my cock pulsed, cum shooting into the hot cavern of his mouth. I watched as he swallowed me down, the sight robbing me of the remaining air in my lungs. Before I could catch my breath, he was on his feet, crushing me between his big body and the wall. He kissed me hard, his tongue relentless.
I thought for sure he was going to let me return the favor, thought he was driving toward it as he kissed the hell out of me. I grabbed for him, my hands sliding over smooth, wet skin. We fumbled like that for a few minutes, but when Edge pulled back, it wasn’t to allow me to go to my knees.
Instead of offering himself up to me, the man shocked me to the depths of my soul.
He simply turned and walked out of the shower.
Then right out of the room.
Never one to ignore what I deemed to be an oncoming storm, I shut off the water, dried myself off. I didn’t bother with clothes, simply wrapped the towel around my hips and secured it.
I didn’t make it to the bedroom door before Edge was returning. I stopped, watching him. He had pulled on jeans, but his chest and feet were bare.
“The pizza was in the oven,” he said simply, his hot gaze roaming over me.
“And…?”
His eyes narrowed. “And what?”
I didn’t say a word. Couldn’t.
Edge finally moved, stepping closer until there was no space between us. When he leaned toward me, I thought it would be for a kiss, but instead, his hand shot up to my throat and he held me there, our eyes locked.
“I want to feel your mouth on my dick,” he growled softly. “I want to feel your throat work when I push in as far as I can.”
With his hand gripping me, I couldn’t move but I was sure he could see the submission in my eyes. As far as I was concerned, there was no reason to deny what I ultimately desired.
Edge’s eyes darted over to the bed, but rather than utilize it, he released my neck and motioned for me to leave the room. Unsure what his plan was, I walked.
