Chapter 14
CHAPTER 14
Nathan
“Why are we here again?” Deacon asked as I led him inside the concrete building. It didn’t look like anything noteworthy on the outside and was the least glamorous property I owned. I’d bought the indoor shooting range a few years ago for one reason, and one reason only. So I could have the place all to myself whenever I wanted, no question asked.
“The other day, when we faced Caprice and her hitman, that was the first time you’d ever held a gun, wasn’t it.”
For a moment, I worried that reminding him of the incident might bring up some latent trauma, but Deacon just smiled up at me.
“Pretty good for my first time, right? I got ‘em in one shot.”
Shaking my head with a fond expression, I wiped the grin off his face by pinching his ass. He yelped and pouted at me, but I was glad to see he no longer acted defensively to such attention as he had in the past.
“It’s a miracle you managed to hit anything when you were holding the gun all wrong. Now, I’m going to teach you how to shoot properly, so next time you don’t have to rely so much on luck.”
The shooting range was completely empty. A dozen dividers marked out each shooting station, with various targets set up at the far end of a long, reinforced corridor. One of the shooting stations had already been outfitted with a selection of weapons, as I’d requested.
My security remained outside the door, keeping the building under watch, so Deacon and I were completely alone within the cold gray environment.
Somehow, despite the complete lack of ambiance, when Deacon eagerly pulled me over to the shooting station, it felt as cozy and intimate as my own bedroom.
“Look at all this,” Deacon gushed, running his fingers delicately over the various weapons without picking them up. “Do I really need to know how to use all of these? I mean, it’s awesome, but some of this...” He tapped the handle of an AR-57 submachine gun. “Seems like overkill.”
I picked up the submachine gun, turning it over in my hands to inspect it. The thing was brand new. Metal burrs still curled around the edges of the spot where the serial number had been shaved off.
“Hopefully, you’ll never need to use something like this, but I’ll rest much more soundly at night knowing that you can if you have to.” Putting the submachine gun down, I picked up a Remington pistol instead. “However, we’ll start with something smaller.”
“What?” Deacon pressed himself against my side, so the heat of his body chased off the chill of the air-conditioning. “You think I can’t handle such a large weapon.”
Gripping his chin with one hand, I pressed a quick kiss to his lips. “I think you can manage anything you get your hands on.” As I stared into his slightly dazed eyes, I wrapped his fingers around the handle of the pistol. “But let’s start with this.”
We started with how to load the weapon and went over the basics of gun safety. The last thing I wanted was for him to accidentally injure himself when I was trying to make him safer.
Once it was loaded, I stood behind him at the shooting station and showed him how to hold the gun and aim.
Deacon paid careful attention the whole time, but also pressed himself back against me so his ass lined up right with my groin.
It wasn’t the first time I’d shot a gun while hard. Once, many years ago, an assassin attacked me while I was in a hotel room with a hired companion. That time, I’d been hard and naked, but still managed to kill my assailant without getting a scratch.
This was much more pleasant.
With my hands wrapped around his, I guided Deacon through the process of aiming the gun. Then, with a squeeze of the trigger, the weapon fired. It didn’t hit the bullseye, but we at least managed to leave a hole in the paper target.
Deacon hummed with pleasure as he looked back at me over his shoulder. “Even something so small can have a kick.”
Unable to help myself, I pulled his hips against me and teased several love bites into his neck.
“Any bullet will work if it hits the right spot.”
He tipped his head to the side, silently begging for more of my attention.
I gave him one more kiss, then placed the gun back into his hand.
“So, let’s practice your aim some more.”
It took several clips of ammunition, but eventually Deacon was able to land a hit inside the bullseye with minimal help from me. Once he was comfortable with the Remington pistol, we moved onto others. We briefly experimented with everything, including handguns, revolvers, single-actions, bolt-actions, and even shotguns and assault rifles.
Most of the weapons were practical things that Deacon might possibly encounter if he continued to stand at my side.
There was one weapon on the table, however, I was almost certain he would never encounter. Even if he did end up in a firefight with such a gun, it would only be from a distance.
The Dragunov sniper rifle required a tripod to hold it up on the table. The extra extension on the end of the barrel would have made it look unbalanced if it weren’t for the mounted sight scope that rivaled the size of a telescope lens.
“You’ll have to bend over for this one,” I whispered directly into Deacon’s ear. The effect was probably ruined by the earplugs he was wearing to protect his hearing, but a blush still spread down his neck.
I showed him how to bend down and align the butt of the gun with his shoulders and place his eye against the scope. Once he was in position, I could have stepped back, but it was so much better to plant my feet a little wider and stand directly behind him.
If anyone asked, I was just trying to give him extra stability to brace against.
Deacon only pulled the trigger once. The rifle made little sound, but it kicked hard enough to push him back against me.
“Ow,” he groaned and rubbed his shoulder. “That’s going to leave a bruise. How does anyone fire something like this more than once.”
When the gun jolted him backward, his hips pushed directly against my already eager arousal. I breathed deeply as sparks of pleasure danced up my spine, then leaned down to place my hands on the table to either side of Deacon’s waist.
“You’d get used to it with practice. Although—” I gasped when Deacon wiggled his hips. “A true expert can get the job done with one shot.”
Deacon moaned as I started grinding against him and his head dropped onto the table. His fingers still clung to the girth of the large gun, so just to be safe, I put the safety on and removed the bullets.
His legs spread to give me more space to press closer. Half bent over him, I ran a hand up and down his back while I reached around to unbutton his fly with my other hand.
As soon as his zipper came down, he grabbed my hand.
“I don’t—” He gasped in arousal and thunked his forehead against the table. “I want to. But I don’t know if I can.”
Enfolding his hand within my own, I formed his fingers into a fist and rapped his knuckles against the table.
“If you want to stop, just knock like this. We’ll stop immediately.”
He looked at me over his shoulder with lust-filled eyes. He thought about it for a moment, then nodded, and wriggled his hips again in invitation.
I slipped one hand down the front of his pants and found him just as hard as I was. Possibly even more. With a light, delicate touch, I stroked him until I heard him panting. Then, with the hand not inside his pants, I pushed two fingers past his lips and into his mouth.
He knew exactly what I wanted him to do and started sucking on the digits.
I toyed with his tongue, getting my fingers as wet as possible. His whimpers vibrated against my fingertips, urging me on without a word.
Once I deemed it enough, I pulled my fingers from his mouth and slipped that hand down the back of his pants. Using his own spit as lube, I rubbed between the cleft of his ass and circled around his hole. His whole body trembled, but he didn’t try to push me away or knock against the table to signal for me to stop.
Slowly, always looking for any sign of discomfort, I pressed one finger inside him, breaching that virgin ring of muscles for the first time. Based on Deacon’s stories of his past exploits, it was the only part of him that hadn’t been touched. While I didn’t care about his previous experiences, virginity had never mattered to me much, I was proud to claim this one part of him.
He was incredibly tight, and one finger barely managed to fit. I could tell from the sound of his voice that he was uncomfortable even though my finger was only halfway in. My other hand sped up on his cock, trying to draw his attention away from the intrusion and replace discomfort with pleasure.
It seemed to work. His moans turned soft and breathless once again, and he even pushed his hips back against me, forcing my finger deeper all on his own.
Once I was inside him up to the last knuckle, I curled my finger and started searching for the one spot I knew would make everything better.
Usually, for someone’s first time, it took a little finding, but Deacon’s body seemed eager for pleasure. I found the correct spot almost immediately. As soon as I touched that sensitive gland, his whole back arched and he cried out.
“What?” he gasped as he clawed at the table and clung to the rifle that he was still laying half-sprawled across. “That’s what it feels like? Fuck!”
Any further words were cut off when I started thrusting my finger in and out of him, making sure to hit that sweet spot every time. Soon, his inexperienced muscles loosened up enough to allow for a smooth slide, and I added a second finger inside him.
He let out a high-pitched moan, then silenced himself by biting his own arm.
My hand on his cock stopped. Removing it out of the confines of his pants, I grabbed his hair and pulled his head away from his arm.
“Oh, no. Don’t silence yourself. There’s no one here but me to hear you, and I want all of your noises.”
He whimpered and nodded as best he could with my hand tangled in his hair. His lips were bitten red and glistened with spit from his panting.
I kissed him deeply, pushing my tongue into his mouth at the same time I started thrusting my fingers inside him faster. His desperation tasted so sweet that I didn’t want to let him go, but I had more plans for him.
Breaking the kiss and releasing his hair, I slid my hand back into the front of his pants to take his cock into my grip once again.
I timed the movement of my hands, stroking his cock at the same pace as I fingered him. The pleasure must have bombarded him from both sides, and I could feel him quickly approaching his climax. Every muscle in his body seized, and his feet actually left the floor to flail wildly, leaving all his weight resting on the table.
Both of my hands sped up, pushing him harder and faster to draw out his orgasm as long as possible. He was openly sobbing by the time it ended, his spend spilling over my fist to coat the inside of his underwear, but there was obvious delight dancing in his eyes.
I removed my hands from him but didn’t step away as I let him catch his breath. He seemed so worn out, I expected him to remain draped boneless over the table for some time. However, he surprised me by immediately planting his feet on the floor and standing. Turning in my arms to face me, he wrapped his arms around my neck and pulled me into a hungry kiss.
I’d barely started to reciprocate before he pulled away and looked at me with a smirk.
“My turn.”
Before I could ask him what he meant, he dropped to his knees and pawed at my fly.
There was just enough time for me to grab the edge of the table with both hands before he succeeded in his quest. With the confidence of a professional, he pulled my cock free and swallowed it down.
Deacon hadn’t been lying when he claimed to be very experienced with this aspect of sex. He didn’t gag at all as he took me deep enough to hit the back of his throat, and his tongue moved with such agility that it seemed twice as long as it actually was.
In just a few moments, I was grasping the table so tightly that my knuckles cracked. I was torn between two different desires. Part of me wanted to throw my head back and close my eyes to fully focus on the pleasure assaulting my body, while another part of me wanted to keep my eyes open to watch every movement of Deacon’s head bobbing between my legs.
I finished embarrassingly quickly. The warmth of his mouth mixed with the squeeze of his throat was pure heaven, and the dexterity of his lips and tongue caused my blood to boil in my veins. In less than a minute, my orgasm ripped through me with a violent force and I erupted in his throat, Deacon humming his appreciation as he happily took all that I had to give him.
I’d been shot with bullets that packed less punch.
Deacon stood from the cold floor with a smug grin on his lips, but he didn’t stay smiling for long. As soon as he was off his knees, I pressed him back against the table and claimed his mouth for my own, uncaring of the taste of myself on his tongue.
There was no contest. Every other partner I’d ever had was officially wiped from my mind. Even if Deacon and I could never do more than this, I would be satisfied, but based on today’s experience, I had hope that we would be able to take that final step very soon.