Lanz takes a step closer.
“You do want her, don’t y0u?” He leans in and whispers into my ear. “Just admit it. I bet it’sburning you upinside.”
Fuck. I clench my teeth, but it’s no use. “Yes.”
Lanz rams his mouth into mine.
Hard.
He pins me to the kitchen wall. I’ve got a few inches on him, but he’s strong. And besides, I don’t really want to resist.
No, I do. Iwantto want to stop him.
But I don’t. Not even close.
He anchors my wrists down and bites at my throat, and the touch of his lips sends my cock stirring under my towel.
Instantly, I think of the other day. The searing cross the Prior at Arms made on my forehead, the dizzying feeling.
We can’t be doing this, I think.We should never have started. It’s a bad idea.
Lanz kisses me again.
Or maybe I am just a bad person.
“What would you do with her, Cal?” Lanz is saying into my ear. “What are you fantasizing about?”
My mind goes blank. Too many ideas and not enough, all at once.
“I knew it.” Lanz grins, that wicked-devil grin I hate that I love on him so much. “Knew it, knew it.” His hand falls to my throat, where he traces the twin thongs of the scapular with his fingertips. His touch is hot, fiery, almost. “Tell me.”
I shiver. Shake my head.
His hand tightens around the leather. All at once, he yanks it taut, pulling me towards him.
I gasp.
“Tell me,” he all but purrs. “You want to kiss her?”
I swallow. Nod. He grips the leather around my neck as his other hand finds my hip.
“You want to touch her?”
I nod again. “Mhm.”
“I thought so.” One hand slides under my towel as the other tightens the hold around my neck. “Say it,” he commands. “Say what you want.”
“I want to—fuuuck.”
My thought is lost on a moan as he tugs my cock free and pulls, an agonizing slow stroke that he ends with a thumb swirled over my wet tip.
It’s too much. I’m too far gone, too heated from last night, too dizzy from the slight bite of the leather taut around my throat. A lifetime of cold showers could not fix this for me. No confession, no penance, nothing.
I am bound to be like this.
I don’t last long. I choke as I come, swift and spurting, all over my stomach and his hand. Lanz is panting hard, too, but he smirks, and I can tell he’s about to make some smartass remark when footsteps ring out through the house.
“Someone there?”
