Collaring Chaz (Dante's Infernal #2) - Joel Abernathy Page 0,85
responded by taking my face in his hands and shoving his tongue into my mouth until I had no choice but to open up to him, letting him ravish both holes with the same brutal force. He was gentle, too, somehow--a physical embodiment of contradictions that made my mind race and my body scream.
It took all my willpower not to gasp his name as he reached between my legs and started petting my cock. I was already panting, and the look of lust in his eyes as he thrusted faster told me that was the right response.
“Such a good boy,” he growled, hooking a finger into the silver ring of my collar. “Come for your Master.”
Another whimper crossed my lips, because I was already so close and my body responded to his commands without even running through my mind first. Not that I would have denied him even if I could. Each time he ground up into my prostate was timed perfectly with the strokes of his hand, and the wave of shuddering ecstasy that wracked my body felt so good it might as well have been pain.
He groaned against my lips, pulling me in close as I tightened around him. He gripped me harder with his climax, and the pain read like pleasure to all the crossed wires in my lust-addled brain. My spine arched, and my head fell back with a cry somewhere between bliss and agony before I collapsed in his arms.
For a few moments, he just held me, stroking my hair and murmuring words of approval that satisfied some deeply embedded urge he’d awakened a long time ago. One only he could satisfy.
“Well, I guess that answers one question.”
I looked up, cocking my head in confusion.
His lips quirked on one side again, and he slid his hands up my thighs. They were cool to the touch in contrast to my flushed skin. “You don’t need to worry about that whole ‘diminished sex drive’ side effect of your new meds.”
I snorted a laugh, resting my head back on his shoulder. My arms had been bound long enough they were starting to ache, but the pain was worth the feeling of having him in me for just a few moments more. “Guess the horniness is just that deeply ingrained.”
He pulled away enough to take my chin between his thumb and forefinger, forcing me to look into his eyes. “Think you can wait until we get home for round two, pup?”
“No promises,” I echoed, leaning in to kiss him again.
“Better call a car, then,” he said in a tone that made it clear he was only half teasing as he deepened the kiss.
All of a sudden, even the idea of having to wait for him to fuck me in the back of the limo seemed like torture.
“Maybe I can blow off that interview,” I said as he finally unbound my arms and I climbed off his lap to get dressed.
“You’re willing to blow off Vice just so I can fuck you?” he asked dryly.
“Are you kidding?” I scoffed, pulling on my ripped T-shirt. “I’d blow off a meeting with Johnny Cash’s ghost just to blow you.”
“Romantic,” he said, pulling me back into his arms as we stumbled half-heartedly toward the door. “You gonna put that in your next song?”
I pretended to consider it for a moment before answering, “Nah. I don’t think the world is ready for that kind of lyrical genius.”
He grinned, cornering me against the back door with his hands planted on either side of my head, and looked me over with way too much longing for someone who’d just been fucking me two minutes ago.
“Probably not,” he said in a husky voice, growing serious. “It probably will take about ten minutes for the limo to get here…”
“Ten minutes, huh?” I ran my hand down his chest, and I could feel his heart still pounding hard beneath my fingertips. “Think you can wait that long?”
He didn’t even hesitate before answering, “Hell, no.” His lips crushed mine, and I gave a muffled cry of surprise that faded soon enough.
Yeah, I was hopelessly addicted, but at least I wasn’t the only one.
Chapter 29
Rafael
Three weeks into our new tour, and Chaz finally seemed to be settling into his new role as co-lead. As much as it pained me to admit it, Drake was right. The reviews for the new album were already the best we’d had since our first album, and everything felt...new.