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That last little please was enough to ruin me—to push me over the edge. Whatever remained of my restraint cracked under the weight of it. I had no doubt I’d regret it later, but I couldn’t care less. I wanted him more than any logical thought in my head.

I pushed him back against the door, and the impact drove the air right out of him with a soft gasp. His head thunked against the wood, and I took full advantage of the exposed line of his neck. I sank my teeth into his skin and enjoyed the groan he let out. His hands wrung into the front of my shirt, and he pulled me tighter against him—tried to get closer as if what little space there was between us was too much. I rolled my hips, grinding into him. His dick strained against his jeans, and the friction sent liquid heat spilling down my spine.

I kissed him again, harder and messier. My tongue shoved past his lips, and he met me with the same rampant need that surged through me. I dragged my teeth over his lower lip and ate up the whimper he let out.

With the lightest shove, Theo pushed me back. His hands trailed down my ribs as he got down on his knees. While he unhooked my belt, my fingers threaded through his hair. I watched as he flicked open the button on my dress pants and pulled them down. His breath caught when my cock sprang free, the tip already slick with precum. He wrapped his hand around the base, and my free hand landed on the door for support. The simple touch as he stroked me once had my whole body locking up.

And while it felt good, it was nothing compared to the hunger evident on his handsome face when his gaze flicked up to meet mine. The way he wanted me was a high I couldn’t get anywhere else, and one I didn’t want from anyone else.

“If you make a goddamn sound, I won’t let you come later, do you understand?” I asked, my voice gruff. I knew just how loud he could get, and it was guaranteed to give us away. He nodded as he eagerly inched closer. My fingers tightened in his hair. “Words, little wolf.”

“Yes,” Theo replied.

“Good boy.” I tapped the head of my dick against his waiting lips. His tongue flicked out, and I smeared precum on it. He kept it out, letting me see just like I’d trained him to do. “Tell me what you want, little wolf.”

“I want your cock,” he said obediently.

“And what else?”

“I want you to use me, Rhodes.”

“Tap my thigh twice if you want me to stop.” Without another word, I shoved my dick in his mouth, stuffing him until he took all of me. I held him there as his throat worked around the crown. “Fuck, you look so goddamn sexy around my cock.”

I’d never be able to admit out loud how much I’d missed him like this.

I pulled back just enough to thrust forward again, setting a brutal pace. His throat accommodated as if his body had been waiting for this as much as mine had. I fucked him with each thrust battering the back of his throat. The wet heat of his mouth was exquisite torture around my cock. His eyes watered, and tears clung to his lower lashes. He maintained eye contact, beautifully watching how I used him.

My grip in his hair increased until my knuckles ached. His hands found my thighs, fingers digging into the fabric of my pants as he steadied himself. Every few thrusts, I dragged him down my entire length until his nose pressed against me and held him there. I counted the seconds, feeling the convulsions of his throat around me. The fluttering squeeze shot straight to my balls, and my need for relief ramped up violently.

When I pulled out, he gasped for air. Strings of saliva connected his lips to the crown of my cock. The messy look was so goddamn sexy on him. I didn’t give him time to recover and thrust back into his mouth, harder than before. The choked, desperate moan he let out vibrated through my entire body.

“Not a goddamn sound,” I reminded him. His fingers tightened on my thighs in response as he fell silent. The way he listened was utter perfection. I rasped, “Look at you… on your knees and taking my cock like you were made for this.”

The flex of his fingers and the way his hips rocked against nothing was the only indication of how my praise affected him. His little thrusts told me just how desperate he was for something only I could give him.

The pressure in my core built until it bordered on unbearable. I was close—too close—and I refused to come anywhere but inside him. I wanted his body stretched around my cock as he struggled to be quiet for me. Pulling out, I admired the spit and precum glistening on his swollen lips. He stared at me, wrecked and hungry.

“Up,” I ordered gruffly. I stroked myself once before squeezing my crown to stave off the orgasm crawling up my spine. When he seemed to almost hesitate, I added, “Now, little wolf.”

With how badly I wanted to be buried in his ass, I had little patience for hesitation.

Theo practically jumped to his feet. I grabbed him by the front of the shirt before he could fully right himself, yanking him to me. My mouth collided with his, all tongue and teeth. I bit down on his lower lip hard enough to tear a satisfying gasp from him. My hand slid up the back of his neck and anchored in his hair as I walked him backward. He went without hesitation, his body putty in my hand.

I spun him around and shoved him up against the door. His palms hit the wood to brace himself. The slight curve in his spine as he pushed his ass out on instinct made me grin with satisfaction. Fuck, I loved him like this.

“Look at you, already getting into position for me,” I murmured in admiration.

“Please, Rhodes,” Theo whispered, his voice barely audible. “Please, fuck me.”

“Pants down, little wolf,” I ordered. As I took out the packet of lube I kept in my wallet, he hurried through shoving them down. I coated my throbbing length quickly, each stroke of my own hand teasing along my sensitive skin.

My hands rounded his hips, and I adjusted his position. His forehead pressed against the door with the tiniest of whimpers. Waiting was torture for him. His patience was always so easily tested. While I normally enjoyed doing so, I was right there with him—a secretly desperate mess that needed to be buried so deep inside him that he forgot how to breathe.

His stance widened as I lined up. I pushed past that tight ring of muscle without prep or slowing down, knowing full well that the pain from the sudden stretch would only turn him on more. His fingers curled against the wood, and I could hear his struggle to remain silent. I didn’t stop until my hips sat flush with his ass. His muscles clenched tight around my cock, and I groaned, my forehead dropping to the back of his head.

Oh, I’d missed this. Missed him.

“Don’t.” The word came out broken and breathless. He rocked back against me in a desperate plea for more. “Don’t fucking stop.”