Who Said Witness Protection Was Boring? (Mobster Mayhem #2)

19. Matthew

19

Matthew

We don’t find Adrian. But the good news is that Director Kelly buys everything I feed him when he visits us in the evening. He leaves after giving us a copy of the note, and I promise to have it transcribed as quickly as I can. But it won’t be a day’s job, I assure him. My aunt’s ciphers are super complex and in order to solve this one, I’d need to leave the house.

He begrudgingly agrees. I mean, he doesn’t have much choice. I’d need the ‘key’ and that key is hidden somewhere in Bayside. It could be a building, the writing on a billboard, the way the flowers in the park are arranged. I’m the only one who can recognize it when I spot it, so, really, he’s powerless to say no.

“Have Agent Stevenson call me as soon as you’ve made progress. It’s of paramount importance that we know what’s on that note ASAP,” Kelly says, shutting the door behind him.

Kieran and I stare at each other.

He breaks the silence first. “Damn, Little Loki. You should’ve been a con artist.”

I bat my eyelashes innocently. “I told you I could be very convincing.”

We dig into the pizza we picked up on the way back. The switch with Kieran’s buddies was a little bumpier than the first time around because Kelly decided to show up ahead of schedule. But we managed. As for tomorrow’s mission, we’ll go with Kieran’s car, but we’ll ditch it at the north end of Bayside and carry on by foot. It will be easier to slip anyone who might be tailing us.

After dinner, I have a long shower and brush my teeth. Then I dry my hair in front of the mirror, only to stand in the bathroom like I’m trapped in a jail cell.

I’m a little nervous. Okay, maybe a lot. Kieran is in my bed. We are sleeping together. Just sleeping. Therein lies the issue—I don’t know if I’ll be able to just sleep. Today was crazy. In the best way. We rode his bike. Played detectives. Uncovered a huge conspiracy involving the government. He said he liked me, and we kissed.

I run a finger over my lips. I can still feel the warmth of his mouth, the greedy chase of his tongue. I’ve also been fighting a boner since…

I frown at my reflection in the mirror. Does he expect me to just sleep when his big, firm, sexy body is lying next to me half-naked?

I’m so gonna fail that assignment.

Sighing, I clap my cheeks. “You got this, Matt. Stop delaying the inevitable and go to bed. You need your beauty sleep.”

Nerves steeled, I walk out of the bathroom and slip under the duvet, leaving just the night lamp on. The bed is soft and warm. I curl against Kieran immediately, closing my eyes.

“What took you so long?” he says in a sleep-laden voice.

“I was… processing, I guess. But also debating whether to seduce you into a night of fun or let you sleep.”

He chuckles and goes silent. All I can hear is his even breathing. Did he fall asleep? He must be exhausted because we didn’t even say good night.

I begin turning so I can at least give him a gentle good night’s kiss when I’m rolled over to my back. Kieran is suddenly hovering above me, his eyes blazing in the dim light of the room.

“I won’t let anything happen to you, Matt,” he vows with a growly quality to his voice. It goes straight to my cock. “I’ll keep you safe. And it might not be immediately, but I’ll figure out a way so we make those responsible pay for what they did to your family.”

I push myself off the mattress and hug him. “I’m so glad you were the one who came to save me that night. I’d probably be dead by now if it had been anyone else.”

He kisses me, gently and slowly. It’s not our first kiss, but it’s different from the previous ones. It’s more deliberate, like a promise between the two of us. I melt into it, moaning as Kieran’s tongue thoroughly licks every inch of my mouth. We dance together, hungry but sweet. He loops his arms around me and deposits me back on the bed, wiggling his way between my legs.

For a while, we just taste each other. I can’t get enough of him, and it most certainly feels like he’s in the same boat. I could kiss him forever. I love the feel of his beard against my skin, the prickling it elicits which turns into little tingles of electricity that chase down my back.

“I’ve wanted to do this all day,” he says, licking the shell of my ear as he squeezes my erection with his hand. “To hold you. To touch you. To hear you moan my name.”

My head is spinning. I can smell pomegranate and that ocean shower gel we’ve both been using. “I need to tell you something.”

He nuzzles my neck, kissing his way down while his hand rubs me through my clothes experimentally. “You can tell me anything.”

I bite the inside of my mouth as my cheeks catch fire. “I might have exaggerated how experienced I am.” Oh god, here goes nothing. “I, um, haven’t really done it before. Only with my fingers. So, uh, when I said I love big cocks and that I slept with fifty guys… I was lying.”

His hand freezes and his kisses stop.

I gulp around a sudden lump as panic pierces my chest. Oh, please let this not be a deal-breaker for him!

“I might technically be a virgin, but I’m very eager. And kinky. I can totally be kinky. Probably. And I’ve watched enough porn. I know what to do. I’m practically a walking encyclopedia. You can ask me anything. Plus, you know. If you tested recently and it all came back fine, we totally don’t have to use a condom. Everyone says it feels ten times better.”

He inhales me deeply, like he’s been holding his breath. His nostrils flare as he lifts his head up and stares into my eyes. I swallow my tongue. The smile he flashes me is breathtaking. It’s pure joy and adoration, like I’ve offered him a star from the sky as a tribute.

“I knew you were full of shit,” he says softly, caressing my cheeks. “Or, well, I suspected it.”

The fear subsides, but my heart continues to beat like crazy. “You did? And you, like, don’t mind? It’s not a deal-breaker?”

“A deal-breaker?” He shakes his head. “Why would it be a deal-breaker that I get to pop your cherry? If anything…” He pulls on his lips and shifts forward a bit. His rock-hard dick brushes against mine, sending a wave of arousal to my core. “I can barely restrain myself, honeybun. I’m speechless.”

“Ooh.” I run my hand down his arm, loving the little goosebumps my touch causes. “Like speechless in awe kind of speechless? Or in shock?”

“Can it be a little bit of both?”

I giggle, a weight suddenly off my shoulders. “Yeah, totally. I can work with that.”

He moves his hips, making me stutter as our cocks rub against each other. One of his hands comes around my neck, squeezing it lightly. “God, I love your smart mouth.”

My eyes roll back. “I thought it annoyed you and you wanted to shut me up with your massive rod of steel.”

“You want to suck me that bad, huh?”

“I’ve wanted to since the day of our rubbing incident.” I wiggle my eyebrows and throw him the sexiest smirk I can muster. “I was so sad we got walked in on at the diner’s parking lot.”

“I’m not. You deserve a bed, not a dirty alleyway.”

“Aw, you are so romantic. But doing naughty stuff in public has its appeal.”

He chuckles. The vibrations seep into me through the kisses he rains on my neck. “Maybe.”

I snake a hand between us and tug on his shirt. My other one gets rid of the duvet. “I think we need to be naked. Like, yesterday.”

He sits up on his haunches and just gazes at me as he strips me of my briefs. My hard dick springs free, already leaking. I’ve never been so turned on before, and all he’s doing is just watching me. My stomach roils with nerves like it does before an exam as he pulls his shirt over his head. An expanse of glistening skin and sculpted muscle reveals itself, calling out to me to touch. I give into the urge and run my hands over his smooth chest and abs, loving how firm they are. He’s not the bodybuilder type of fit either, where everything bulges; he’s the lean, athletic kind where you can feel how much effort he puts in daily.

There is a scar along his right flank, just below where the ribs end. It looks old. I stroke the pale skin surrounding it. It’s smooth and kind of shiny in a weird way. “How did you get this?”

“This?” His hand finds my fingers. “Ah. I… got it as a kid when…”

He doesn’t finish that sentence. The silence that settles between us is heavy. That has no place here and now. I want to know, there’s a story behind the scar, but I suspect he’s not ready to talk about it. Maybe it has something to do with the nightmares that terrorize him or maybe it’s something else. In either case, when the time comes, he’ll tell me.

I kiss the zigzagging scar softly. He trembles under my caress, tense for a split-second, but then he relaxes as I mouth my way to his belly and kiss it, too. Slowly, I pull away and lie back on the bed. I’ve got his full attention a heartbeat later, and I’m soon a hostage to it.

“Agent Stevenson,” I purr, dipping my gaze to his still clothed crotch. I can only see the start of his delicious V, which needs to be amended. “Why do you still have your pants on?”

“I’m enjoying the view.” He drags the tips of his fingers along the length of my erection, awe and arousal shining in his intense eyes.

I nearly die. I can’t believe this is happening. Kieran is actually touching my dick. Kieran who was straight before he met me and I helped him realize he’s also into cock.

“Okay, but I want to enjoy the view, too? I’ve been fantasizing about it since day one.”

“Have you now?” He chuckles, rubbing the underside of my cockhead before giving it a firm squeeze.

A loud moan erupts out of me. “Oh fuck. Do that again.”

He complies, this time pressing a finger against my slit. Spreading the wetness he’s gathered, he starts pumping me, slowly at first but then quicker. I arch off the bed, panting as tingling electricity surges through my entire body.

“You are so sexy, Matt,” he confesses, his hand slowing down.

I pull myself up the bed until I’m comfortably leaning against the pillows, escaping his reach. Tucking my knees in, I spread my legs. It’s a little embarrassing to expose myself like this, but it also turns me on. I want Kieran to see how much I want him.

He inhales sharply, his eyes going impossibly dark. I can’t even make out the brown color anymore; that’s how blown out his pupils are.

“Fuck. This is so hot,” he rasps, palming himself through his briefs. I can spy a wet spot forming, which tells me he’s definitely enjoying things so far.

I begin stroking myself. His breathing shallows, his free hand clenches. He’s like entranced as his eyes follow my every movement, hunger and desire shimmering in them. Another wave of heat rushes through me, giving me courage to demand what I want.

“You know what would be hotter?” I drawl, sliding the shirt I am still wearing off my shoulders and arms. “Rubbing your cock against mine with no clothes between us. And once you can’t take how good it feels anymore”—I drag my index finger between my balls until I can feel it pressing against my hole—“you’ll fuck me until I’m screaming your name so hard the neighbors can hear us.”

He groans. “Jesus Christ.” Smiling, he sits on the edge of the bed and finally gets rid of his briefs. “You know we don’t have neighbors, right?”

I am mesmerized. He has the most beautiful dick I’ve ever seen. It’s long and thick and veiny, with neatly groomed black hair at the base that runs up to his navel. The head is bulbous, darker than the shaft, and wet with pre-cum. He’s turned on. Because of me. The thought derails me, filling my body with pulsating need.

“Then the agents up front. Who cares? My point is you better make a mess of me, or I’ll be speaking to your manager.”

“I see you’ve booked yourself a trip to Poundtown, Banana Pants.” He crawls up the bed like a cat stalking its prey. “Worry not. I promise to give you the best ride of your life.”

He’s so silly. But I love it. If you looked at him, you’d think he’s one of those stuck-up workaholic types who can’t hold a proper conversation unless you are talking about stocks or politics or the rate of increasing crime in New York. But in reality, he’s the loveliest dumbass. I feel safe with him, I love riling him up and I enjoy chatting about anything and everything with him. He’s fun, twice my size, and he’s a little insane, which makes him perfect for me.

“I’ll hold you up to that.” I push off the pillows and loop my arms around him, dragging him closer.

The skin-to-skin contact is pure pleasure. He nestles between my legs and kisses me hard, his tongue dominant and hungry. He keeps one hand on my cock, while the other one finds my neck and wraps around it. I like the pressure, the way it makes me feel at his mercy. He’s bigger and stronger. He could do anything he wants to me and I wouldn’t be able to fight him.

“I can’t get enough of kissing you,” he whispers, breathy and reverent.

His hand keeps pumping me as he worships my jaw and neck. His mouth is hot and greedy across my skin, nipping here, kissing there, all the way until his lips are wrapped around my left nipple. They pull on it, sucking and licking. I moan, sparks colliding within me. The hand he has around my neck lets go and moves to my other nipple. He twists and rubs it, sending surges of pain-pleasure down my spine. My body instinctively tries to fight him, but he pins me to the bed with his weight.

My toes curl. “Yes, fuck!”

He smiles around my nipple. “Enjoying yourself, princess?”

I nod, the movement making me hazy.

“Yeah?” He tightens his hold around my shaft, sliding his hand up and down roughly. “How about I make you feel even better?”

Shuffling down the bed, he kisses a trail from my chest to my navel, then past it, until he gives my cockhead a tentative lick.

“It’s kind of salty and weird,” he comments, chuckling. “I can’t believe I’m about to suck another man’s cock.”

I open my mouth with a snappy comment, but all that comes out is a deep moan as he swallows me without a warning. Nerve-endings I didn’t know I had spark to life, sending a hurricane of desire to my core. My brain fries as wet heat engulfs me and invites me deeper. Hips bucking, I fuck into his mouth, making him choke. He hums in approval, enveloping the base of my shaft with his fingers. His other hand gropes my thigh and presses down, then slides along the inner side, teasing my balls.

My eyes roll back again. This feels so good. It’s nothing like jerking off on my own. His hands are ten times better; his mouth is magic. And when he swirls his tongue along my slit, I almost lose my mind.

“Fuck, Ki! More… So good…”

The pressure on my leg disappears. I hear him fishing for something among the sheets. I’m about to ask what he’s doing when a slicked finger wiggles its way past my balls and finds my hole. I clench at the cold sensation, but as he presses and starts rubbing, I relax against his digit. If I thought having Kieran blow me felt good, this is incomparable. It’s ten times more potent, taking me from hard to about to explode in record time.

Kieran pulls my cock out of his mouth with a pop. “You like this, Matt?” he lilts, desire dripping from his voice. He’s kissing a line down the side of my shaft before I can reply. “How many fingers do you think you can take?”

Fuck me sideways. I’m gonna nut before we even get to the good part.

“You said you’ve played with yourself before.” He rubs more intently, letting the tip of his finger catch on the rim. “I wanna make it good for you, Naughty Boy. You’re the one with experience . You gotta guide me through this and tell me exactly what you want.”

His hands are bigger than mine. Plus, it’s been a while since I did more than a hand job. We are both new to this, even if my smart mouth pretended otherwise. But I know that whatever he does to me, he’ll make sure it feels good.

“I don’t know. Start with one maybe… Or two. And then—”

I keen as he pushes two fingers past my entrance. The burn catches me off-guard. It’s almost unbearable for the first few seconds, but as he reaches deeper and stretches me, the pleasure begins. It’s strange and a little intrusive, but not in a bad way.

“You got this, Matt. You gotta relax and let me in if you want my dick. I’m on the big side.”

Fuck yess . I focus on his words as he crooks his fingers and begins moving. I want him. I need him. Part of me didn’t believe this could actually happen. That he’d get his shit together and realize we are meant to be. That he stands no chance against me.

Except that I totally miscalculated things. It goes both ways. The moment he kissed me, I was done for. I was his. All that was left was for him to claim me.

Kieran hastens his fingers once I start pushing against them in chase for more. The burn is gone and so is the stretch. I need to come, but this is not enough anymore. I need more. I need to feel him, to be one with him.

“Ki, please. More. I want to feel you inside me.”

He growls like some savage, desire burning in his eyes as they lock on my face. His features are tense and strained. His breathing is elevated.

I did that. I’m the one who’s made him into such a lovely mess.

“Please,” I beg again, running my tongue over my kiss-swollen lips. “Make me come or I’ll go crazy.”

He leans in and licks into my mouth. When he tries to pull away, I cup his jaw and keep him where I want him, devouring him instead. I love the feel of his trimmed beard, the way it’s rough against my fingers and skin.

The fire in me spreads as the kiss deepens, leaving no inch untouched. We are chasing each other, fighting for dominance. I stand no chance. He sweeps me away, dictating the pace.

“I can’t get enough of you,” he murmurs, breaking the kiss and pulling his fingers out.

I’m about to protest when he gets in position and pushes my knees out. He pulls me closer to him and lines up his hard dick. The head presses against me, fat and slick. I clasp the bedsheets, my heart trying to break out of my ribcage.

“God, you look gorgeous.” He smiles and hooks my legs over his shoulders, adoration in his eyes. “I’m going to make this so good for you.”

Slowly, he slides in. I feel every inch as his thick cock sinks inside me, first the head and then the shaft. Stars dot my vision, some of them escaping behind my eyes and dancing across the peaks of my spine. The burn is intense, the stretch is exquisite. It’s like I’m being conquered inch by inch, like my body really is being claimed.

“You’re doing so well, Matt,” Kieran coos, tucking hair away from my cheek as he slides deeper. “Just a little more.”

I feel so full. It’s head-spinning. It’s too much, but also not enough. I want more.

“Ki…”

“That’s it,” he encourages me, placing his hand on my navel. His eyes are locked lower, on the place where we connect. “God, you are so tight. Fuck. I think I’ll come the moment I move.”

I shudder, anticipation pooling in my stomach. Coming sounds amazing right now. I really want to.

“Ah, you’d like that? You want me to fill you up with my cum?”

Oh, fuck, yes, please, make me your cumdumpster!

I reach for my cock, but he swats my hand away and grips me viciously with his. “I’ll take that as a yes. Though I’d prefer to hear it from your own filthy mouth.”

My, he’s such a charmer. He knows exactly what to say and what buttons to push to get me swooning like a maiden in love. Which I suppose I am, in a way. I’m Sleeping Beauty and he’s my knight in shining armor who can remove the curse that’s plaguing me by pounding me with his big dick.

I wonder if he’s into roleplay. We could totally reenact all the classical stories with an R-18 spin.

I snort at my idea, but it turns into an obscene moan as he slaps my ass and pulls out. He lets his cockhead drag almost fully out of me, before slamming back in.

“Fuuuuck.”

“What’s that, cream puff? I didn’t hear you.” He snaps his hips again, thrusting even deeper. “God, you’re perfect. It’s like you were made for me.”

Hell yes, I was. “I said… You better fill me up real good until I’m leaking cum out of my ass or I won’t let you sleep, Agent Stevenson.”

He laughs. It bleeds adoration that hits me right in the chest. Fuck, he’s perfect . And he’s so undeniably mine. There’s no question about it. And after tonight, he’ll never be able to walk away. I just know it. We are stuck with each other, speeding toward days of endless debauchery and crazy adventures.

Kieran picks up pace, fucking me like there is no tomorrow by the time I’m used to his girth. I’m so glad I did some stuff with my fingers before. He doesn’t have a monster cock, but he’s still big. The stretch never quite leaves. But that only makes it better. More intense. The tinge of tension I feel heightens the pleasure that floods me. It feels so good. Being with Kieran. His hand is merciless on my cock, and he tags my prostate with almost every thrust, pushing me closer and closer to the edge. Just like I need him to.

“Ki!” I scream, my ass clenching around him.

“Fuck!” he grunts and starts spilling right there and then.

I feel every spurt as he shakes and rails me with abandon. There is still gentleness to it, a hint of control and deliberateness, like he doesn’t dare let go fully so he doesn’t hurt me. So he makes my first time good. He’s chaos and lust, but he’s also carefully listening to my body. Reading it, giving it what it needs. I take it all, fucking myself on his pulsating cock, needing everything he’s willing to give me.

My orgasm barrels through me after a couple more hits to my prostate, hijacking all my senses. Kieran clasps my ankles and tilts my legs to the side, changing the angle as he keeps pounding me.

I see stars and taste supernovas. I’ve died and become a god.

“You’re killing me, Matt. Fuck, your hole is magical,” he grumbles, voice hoarse and harsh. “There’s no going back. I’m addicted. You’re mine.”

I smile, delirious, reaching for him. He laces our fingers. We stay like that, fucking like beasts until our climaxes subside. Then it’s slower, gentler. Lazy. When the final tremors pass, he lowers himself next to me, plastering his front to my back.

“This was amazing. Hands down, best sex I’ve ever had,” he says over a yawn, kissing my shoulder blade.

A rush of warmth makes my chest feel all bubbly. I scoot closer to him, loving that his hand automatically goes to my head and starts raking through my hair. “Ugh, we need to wash up. And then you are sleeping.”

He kisses my shoulder. “I got us covered. Gimme a sec.”

He slips out of the bed. The light of the bathroom behind me comes on. I hear water, but I’m too tired to even turn. A few more seconds of me dozing off, and Kieran returns with a warm towel. He wipes my body and dries me, then kisses the top of my head and comes back to bed.

“Sweet dreams, Snugglebug. I’ll… try not to wake you up. But if I do, you’re allowed to punch me back to sleep.”

I roll over and settle against his chest, throwing one arm over him. “Nah. There’s a trick. I’ll just…” A yawn tears out of me. “I’ll just hug you like I did last night. After you had the nightmare. You didn’t wake up even once.”

He’s silent. But I’m too lazy to open my eyes and see if he’s asleep. The bliss coursing through my veins is too potent, pulling me under, though not before I hear him whisper a thank you.