Viper (Fallen Angel #2)(65)

Viper’s eyes shifted to where I held his arm between us, and when he raised them back to me and arched an eyebrow, it was like the gunshot at the start of a race.

I yanked him off the wall and spun him around to face it, and this time when I crowded in behind him, I left no space between us. Viper let out a grunt as his front side came up flush against the concrete, and the sound that left me was a feral noise I’d never heard before.

I gripped Viper’s hips and plastered myself against every hard inch of his strong backside, then I shut my eyes and took a deep inhale of his shampoo. The same shampoo I’d used just last night. But I shoved that thought aside, not allowing myself to think of then. Instead, staying firmly in the now, I wound an arm around Viper’s waist and found his open jeans.

A hiss of air left Viper as I slid my fingers beneath his briefs and curled them around his stiff dick. I bucked forward in response, stroking him up and down as I ground up against his ass in an effort to get some relief. The thrill at having him in this position was as much of a rush as pulling that response from him.

I’d wanted Viper like this for a long time but never had the courage to act on it, because Viper had always been larger than life. He’d always been the Viper. A mystery I didn’t understand. A legend no one could get close to. But here, up against this wall, Viper was just a man who wanted another man—me. The man he’d hurt and pushed away because he was so damn scared to care about another person, and now he’d hurt me to the point where I wanted to hurt him right back. Even more fucked up than that? I also wanted to love him. But since he wouldn’t let me do that, I’d settle for something in between.

I released my hold of his cock and shoved my hand into the pocket of his jeans, and when Viper glanced over his shoulder at me, I wondered if he was about to tell me to stop. He didn’t, though, merely eyed me in silence as I found what I was looking for and pulled his wallet free.

Viper swallowed as I flipped it open and got out what I knew was in there, and when I dropped his wallet to the ground and tugged his jeans and briefs down under his ass, I drove my hips forward, and Viper thrust back to meet me. That was all the permission I needed.

I brought the condom packet to my lips and tore it open with my teeth, our eyes connected and my intention clear as I freed my dick and suited up. Viper cursed and shut his eyes as I slicked my throbbing length with the lube he’d carried with him tonight—no doubt with the goal of using it on me, but he was in luck. Tonight he’d fucked me with no need for any of that, leaving them handy for himself.

Don’t think about that, I told myself. You’ll have plenty of time to hate him and yourself later. Right now? Right now he’s here…

Take him.

I took in Viper’s broad shoulders in his leather jacket, and the jeans pulled down under his bare ass, and it didn’t escape me that he was now groaning and fisting his dick. His cheek was pressed to the wall, his eyes were shut, and he was about as vulnerable as a person could get in that moment, and I knew this was something he didn’t give over easily, this trust—and that was what made his denial of this, us, so fucking infuriating.

Viper wanted me. He cared deeply about me. I knew it. He knew it. But the stubborn motherfucker would rather die than say it out loud. There was only one reason he’d followed me home tonight after our argument. One reason he was now standing on my rooftop letting me have whatever I wanted. Viper had needed to see me, needed to touch me, as much as I needed him—and damn him for that.

As my frustration at the situation once again roared to the surface, I stroked my slick fingers down Viper’s heated channel and pressed the pads of my fingers to his entrance just as he did whenever he stretched me, and a throaty rumble of pleasure left Viper.

I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to block out the way that sound made my heart flip in my chest. But it was no use. No matter how mad I was at him, no matter how much I wanted to hurt him, I would never do it with my hands.

As I eased my finger inside him, the sensation of his body stretching around me made me imagine how that would feel around my dick. Then Viper shoved back, and I took that as a sign for more. I moved my hand, sliding my finger in and out before adding a second, and I knew the sounds coming from Viper would forever be ingrained in my mind.

When his hand landed on my thigh and squeezed, my eyes flew open and I saw Viper looking back at me, his eyes pleading for more, begging me to take him, to make him forget every shitty thing we’d said and done to each other tonight.

So I pulled my fingers free, and as the head of my cock bumped up against his entrance, Viper’s jaw bunched, and he tore his eyes from mine. I glanced down at where our bodies were connected, and then I gripped the leather covering his shoulder and slowly eased my way inside him.

As the hot, tight fit of Viper’s body surrounded me, I realized what a gigantic mistake this was. The pleasure was almost too much to take, and I had to shut my eyes to fight back the orgasm that was threatening to explode just from being granted entrance.

I dug my fingers into his shoulder and moved my other hand to the bare skin of his hip, and when I finally bottomed out, I couldn’t hold back the groan of total ecstasy that racked my body. Viper felt incredible. I felt incredible. And I knew that when this was over, nothing was ever going to compare to how I felt right here in this moment, with him.

Viper groaned, and when I saw his arm move, working his dick, I braced my feet and pulled back, withdrawing my cock to the tip before I tunneled back inside. The ball-tingling pleasure I got from the way Viper took me had nothing on the loud shout as Viper shoved back until his back was flush with my front and I held him there, wrapping my arm over his shoulder and across his chest.