Page 149 of Hard Bargain

Clothes became obstacles. Dominic’s hands tore at Knox’s shirt, buttons scattering across the floor. Knox’s zipper snagged, then gave way under an impatient tug. Knox wasn’t waiting either. His hands clawed Dominic’s shirt open and shoved it off his shoulders. Pants followed, kicked away in a frenzy until they both stood bare, skin slick with sweat and traces of blood.

Dominic couldn’t think. Couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t do anything except get closer. He caught Knox’s jaw, forcing eye contact. “Tell me you want this.”

Knox’s chest heaved against his. His pupils were huge, lips swollen and stained. “I need you,” he breathed. “God, I need you so bad.”

Dominic’s cock throbbed hard enough to hurt. “Here?” he rasped against Knox’s mouth.

Knox’s hips thrust forward—grinding their cocks together, both of them groaning at the contact. “Here,” Knox said.

Dominic dropped to his knees in front of Knox, gripping his hips hard enough to bruise. He swallowed Knox’s cock in one slide, taking every inch until his nose pressed against skin and his throat clenched tight around the thick length. Knox’s hips bucked wildly, a raw, broken sound tearing from him as his hands fisted in Dominic’s hair, yanking hard.

Dominic held him there, before dragging back with a filthy, wet pull that left Knox’s cock glistening. He did it again and again, deeper, faster, sucking with brutal intent until Knox was shaking, his balls drawn up tight, and his cock throbbing against Dominic’s tongue. Only then did Dominic pull off, leaving Knox gasping and desperate, precum dripping from the swollen head.

Dominic stood and grabbed the edge of the nearby table and tipped it, metal instruments clattering to the floor, before dropping it back into place. He lifted Knox and laid him down on the cold surface. Knox’s back arched at the chill, a sharp hiss escaping him, but his legs fell open and his eyes stayed locked on Dominic’s face.

He looked like something Dominic would set the world on fire for.

Dominic dropped back to his knees. His hands gripped Knox’s thighs as he spread them wider, before he leaned in and dragged his tongue flat over Knox’s hole in one slow stroke.

Knox jolted like he’d been shocked. A choked, broken cry tore out of him—“Oh f-fuck, Dom”—as Dominic sealed his mouth over him, tongue pressing firm, circling the rim with a patience he did not feel. Knox’s hands fisted in his hair, his body writhing on the table, hips rolling against Dominic’s mouth in desperate movements.

This boy is driving me insane, he thought, and pushed his tongue inside.

Knox made a high, helpless sound, his thighs clamping against Dominic’s head, fingers pulling his hair hard enough to sting. Dominic growled against him. He kept going until every breath out of Knox was a moan, until the sounds bouncing off the concrete walls were so wrecked that Dominic’s self-control snapped clean in half.

He pulled back with a rough exhale, spat onto Knox’s hole, and pressed two fingers in at once. Knox gasped, his cock leaking across his stomach in a wet streak.

“Enough,” Knox choked after barely a minute, his voice completely gone. “Need to feel you. Now. Please—”

Dominic withdrew his fingers and rose over him, hands braced on either side of Knox’s head. He paused, the realization hitting him even through the haze of want. “No condom,” he said, voice rough.

“Don’t care,” Knox breathed, hips tilting up, needy and shameless. “I trust you. I’m clean. Please, Dom—"

“I’m clean too. I get tested regularly. And I’ve never fucked anyone without a condom.”

Their eyes locked, intimate in a way that felt almost more dangerous than everything that had come before.

He lined up and pushed in. Slowly at first, watching Knox’s face—the way his expression twisted, the sharp intake of breath, the moment the stretch hit and his mouth fell open. Nothing had ever felt like this, no barrier, just tight heat gripping him with nothing between them.

Knox’s eyes went glassy but never left Dominic’s. “More,” he demanded between gasps.

Dominic stopped holding back. His hips snapped forward, burying himself over and over. He set a relentless pace, driving into Knox with a force that rocked the table beneath them. “That’s it,” Dominic growled. “Every fucking inch. You take me so well—look at you, so perfect.”

Knox whimpered, back arching off the table, and Dominic felt that sound everywhere.

Their eyes held through all of it and Dominic drank in every expression. Knox’s nails raked down his back, the pain sharp and bright. Dominic snarled, angled his hips and hit that spot that made Knox’s eyes roll back in his head. “You’re mine,” he growled.

Knox gasped, head thrown back. “Yes—Fuck, yes—” His walls clenched tight around Dominic, pulling him deeper, as he shattered handsfree. His cock pulsed between them, cum spilling across his stomach as his body locked up. The sound that tore out of him was something Dominic would hear in his sleep for the rest of his life.

He buried himself deep one last time and broke. The sensation hit like a drug—possessive, filthy, overwhelming—his seed claiming Knox from the inside, the intimacy of it making his balls draw up tighter as more cum pumped out in heavy pulses. He buried his face against Knox’s neck, groaning his name like a prayer.

They stayed like that, both of them shaking through it until there was nothing left.

Dominic lifted his head and searched his face. Knox’s eyes were half-lidded, the adrenaline had burned off, leaving behind something soft and unguarded. “You still with me?” Dominic asked, brushing a thumb across Knox’s cheek.

Knox’s lips curved. “Never been better.” He reached up, grazing the corner of Dominic’s mouth. “You let me deal with Mercer alone.”

“He was yours to finish,” Dominic said.