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

23. Kieran

23

Kieran

Being in the woods surrounded by nature helps me cool off a bit. By the time I return to the cozy cabin, Adrian has passed out on the couch and Matt is cosplaying a human burrito. He gets chilly easily and loves to cuddle.

Doing everything I can so I don’t wake him up, I slip under the covers. It’s warm and soft, if a little narrow for two people. But I make it work, getting comfy without disturbing my boo’s sleep. He’s the cutest thing, snuggling next to me the moment I’m no longer moving. Inhaling his sweet scent, I drape an arm over his side and close my eyes.

Not two minutes later, I hear a dramatic sigh. “That took forty minutes, not twenty.”

Smiling, I open my eyes and find Matt scowling at me. “You were counting, marshmallow?”

He kicks me playfully. “You said you’d tell me your idea when you are back. But you didn’t. And what’s worse, you didn’t even try to take advantage of this defenseless Sleeping Beauty.” He points at his face, fluttering his eyelashes innocently.

I snake my hand down his hip and grope one side of his ass. “Adrian is right over there. How could I?”

He rolls over so we are facing each other. His hand worms its way between us, squeezing me through my pants. “And? He’s out. He won’t hear a thing. Besides, having him here kind of makes it more exciting, no?”

I hum in pleasure as he starts stroking me. His own dick is already hard and poking my thigh. “Does the idea of getting caught turn you on, naughty boy?”

He wiggles closer and throws one leg over me, turning me to my back in the process. Then he climbs on top and leans forward, his warm breath crashing against my neck. “I’m really horny, Ki. I don’t think I can sleep unless you help me take care of that.”

To punctuate his point, he rubs against me. Heat shoots through me, taking me from semi-hard to roleplaying as Stonehenge in seconds. Everything else flies out of my head, my worries and plans no longer important. The only thing that matters right now is giving my adorable and needy goblin whatever he wants.

“Well, now. That’s a very serious problem we have here,” I purr, dragging my fingers down his crease. The soft fabric of the pants he’s put on is stretchy and thin. I’m pretty sure he’s not wearing any underwear.

“Today was crazy,” Matt meows, pushing his ass out. “And you were so badass and cool and—”

He moans as I shove my hand in the front of his pants and grab him. The blanket pools around him, which makes it very obvious what we are doing to anyone looking. Not that it wasn’t before. But I don’t really care. In fact, there’s something very enticing about it. Adrian is right across from us, unsuspecting that I am about to ravish this beautiful man.

“Keep it quiet, Pavarotti, or we’ll really end up with an audience.”

“Maybe we should,” he counters, rolling his hips. “He was looking at you earlier. Just before we gave the police the slip and he had to give directions. It was very intense, like he wanted to eat you up.” He pouts, making a grumpy face. “But he can’t have you. You are already mine.”

Possessive little devil much? Yes, fucking please.

Though he has it all wrong; that was a murder glare, not an I-want-to-bone-you one. The one Adrian was ogling was Matt… before I made it plenty clear that he’s off-limits with a killer glare of my own, of course.

Matt lets go of me and lifts his top, exposing his lean torso. I don’t have it in me to resist. I shuffle back and sit up, attacking his perky nipples with my mouth. He tastes divine and smells of peaches. My head spins, overloaded just like my other senses.

I want him screaming my name. I want him to forget where he is, on what planet he lives. I don’t care if we wake Adrian up. He can watch if he wants, but that’s all he’s allowed to do.

“I am yours,” I confirm, kissing his abs. “And I’ll make you feel so good you’ll sleep like the dead.”

The tip of his cock is leaking when I find it. The surrounding area is wet. Just like I thought, he’s not wearing anything under those flimsy pants. Need stirs in my gut. He wanted me so much he was planning to seduce me. I’m sure of it. But I ruined his plan by going on an extended walk, I think.

I collect some of the pre-cum and use it to smoothen out my glides. His silky shaft is hot in my fingers, begging to be freed. I tug on the hem of his pants and he lifts his ass and one leg. A heartbeat later, his flushed cock bounces off his stomach, leaving a wet spot. I wipe it and lick the leftover off my finger. His eyes widen, gleaming with desire.

“Tell me what you want, candy boy. I’m yours to do with as you please.”

He fucks into my hand, letting out a cute groan. “I want to try riding you. Like they do in the porn vids.”

I pull him until we are chest to chest. “Reverse cowgirl? Fuck, that’s really hot. But I’m not sure we’re quite there yet. You need a lot more training before you’re on par with those porn stars.”

He hugs me and kisses my neck, where the scar is. “I’m booking you for the foreseeable future then.”

“Oh, trust me. You needn’t book. Just say the word, anytime and anywhere, and my cock is ready for you.” He hums, pleased, and cants his hips. Our dicks brush against each other, making my insides tingle. “Yes, baby. So good. Use me however you want.”

“I still want to ride you, Ki. We can do it the normal way.” He arches his back, letting out a silent moan. “Please?”

Jesus Christ. He’s so fucking adorable when he’s begging. “Only if you promise to keep quiet. Can you do that for me?” I coax, using a teasing but authoritative voice. “We don’t want to wake Adrian up.”

His eyes gleam with desire which intensifies when I coil my fingers around his elegant neck. He’s definitely into that. It makes me wonder what other things he might enjoy. I want to explore them all, to see what makes him tick.

An image of me tied up and sprawled on the bed flashes in my mind. He’s straddling me, much like he is now, and he’s wearing a collar with my name engraved on it. I’m dying to touch him, but he doesn’t let me. Not until I make him come in my mouth. Then he will be the one tied up and tortured with pleasure. I’d make him come over and over again until he passes out.

“I’ll be quiet. I promise. Just, please, fuck me already. I love the feel of your cock inside me.”

I love his filthy mouth. I didn’t know I had a thing for dirty talking, but I guess I do. Or maybe it’s because Matt is the one talking. Maybe it’s just a Matt thing?

“How can I ever refuse you when you are so desperate to bounce on top of me?” I slide down the bed until he’s sitting on my stomach. “Lift up, sunshine.”

He does, giving me space so I can get rid of my pants. My rigid cock slaps against my thigh, just as wet and excited as his. Slowly, I guide Matt down my legs until my shaft is nestled between his ass cheeks. It slides with ease, the head poking his slick hole.

“Fuck. Did you prepare yourself?” I breathe out, my heart racing.

“In the bathroom. I used my fingers and the bottle of lube from the backpack. I told you I was horny.”

“Fuuuuuck.” He should’ve said so earlier. I wouldn’t have bothered with a walk. Sex is an equally good way to let off steam.

In truth, I wasn’t sure if he’d be in the mood after the crazy day we had. And my earlier episode was kind of nasty, too. I wouldn’t have held it against him if he preferred to put some distance between us until I got my head sorted out.

But no. My lovely goblin wants me just as much as before. My display of weakness doesn’t seem to have put him off. If fact, the enticing flicker of want in his eyes when he looks at me is even more potent now. Stronger, wilder, more absolute. Truly disarming.

I’m the strong one physically. I should be the one protecting him. But it seems like he’s doing it, too. He has my back like I have his. We are partners in this, already completing each other.

Tilting his chin, I capture his pouty mouth. It’s pliant and sweet, opening for me before I’ve even demanded that. It’s an invitation and I take it, slipping my tongue inside so I can taste him.

Peaches and mint characterize our kiss. It deepens almost immediately, his hunger for me evident. I bask in it, then I match the urgency of his licks, chasing after his tongue. It’s hot and agile, exploring every inch of me as if this is our first time kissing.

“I need to get the lube,” I say, rubbing my cockhead against his entrance.

He gasps and lets out a sweet cry, smiling against my lips. “Under the pillow.”

So, fucking me tonight was a done deal, I see. “How diligent.”

I make quick work of lathering my dick with the slick substance. Groping both his ass cheeks, I spread him and let him sink on my cock at his own pace. He does so slowly and torturously, enjoying every inch.

I worship his jaw and neck with my mouth, needing something to do so I don’t lose my mind from how amazing he feels. “God, you are so fucking tight.”

He giggles. His small, elegant hands find mine and guide them to his neck. I squeeze it lightly, but enough so that he can feel the pressure.

“I love how full you make me feel,” he says, rocking forward with his hips. “I think I’m addicted.”

My eyes go to the back of my head. My cock is trapped in a wet and hot place, slowly being milked like it’s Matt’s mission to tease me until I can no longer take it. To stake a claim and not allow me to come until he decides to let me. And once he does, I’ll fill him up with my cum so well. Better than the first time. I’ll make him keep it there and then I’ll fuck him again in the morning.

“The things I want to do to you, sweet cheeks. If only you knew.”

He hums as his eyelashes flutter closed. He’s bouncing on top of me now, slowly and lazily. I love and hate it. I want to turn him over and have my way with him. To make him scream and unravel.

“I think you should. We can try out all your fantasies. I…” He straightens his back and quickens his rhythm, fucking himself on my cock.

I can barely keep it together, my whole body vibrating as the need to come mounts. Sex has never been like this for me. So all-encompassing. So intimate. Adrian is sleeping right there, but it’s just me and Matt in the whole world right now. His body is taking from mine what it needs, offering in turn what I crave.

My thighs tingle. My balls slap against his ass. The noises we make are so lewd. His moans, his whimpers. The little groans and grunts he lets out.

“When this is over, I want to take you on a ride somewhere. Maybe to a secluded beach. Then I’ll let you sit at the front. Keep the engine on, maybe even let you try the throttle. All the while I rail you from behind.”

His breath catches, his nostrils flaring. I wrap my hands around his neck a little tighter and thrust up into him. He yelps and digs his fingers into my shoulders.

Gritting teeth as I take over and pump into him the way his body begs me to, I bring our foreheads together. “What do you say, Matt? You like that idea? Do you want to be fucked on a motorbike?”

He shudders, tension and desire rolling off him. “Ki, please… Harder. I wanna come.”

I lick his ear. “I have another fantasy. I’ll put a collar with my name on you and tie you to the bed. You’ll be my little slut for a whole day, taking my cock until you can ride me the way you want. How does that sound?”

He reaches for his cock, mumbling nonsense. I can feel his tremors as mine, their intensity higher the closer he gets to the edge. I’ve never felt so turned on. It’s challenging to breathe, to think. I’m mostly on autopilot; instinct has taken over. But my goal hasn’t changed. It’s unwavering, dictating what my body does as my mind keeps slipping away from me.

I want to make Matt feel good. I want him screaming with pleasure. It’s the only thing that matters, the one directive that guides me through the fog of desire. His pleasure is my pleasure.

Our moans mix together as I speed up my thrusts. Neither of us is even trying to be quiet anymore. I’m vaguely aware of movement on the couch, which means we’ve likely woken Adrian up. But my Matt is almost there. I want to unravel him like last night and I don’t care if we have an audience for it.

In fact, I think he might even like it.

“Let your sweet voice out. Our friend is already awake. Let him hear how good it feels.” I nip on his ear. “Let him know you are mine and I am yours.”

Matt growls, burying his hands in my hair and pulling so hard my scalp catches fire. “You are mine, Kieran Stevenson. And I’ll kill anyone who tries to take you from me.” He bites my neck, where the scar is.

My cock throbs. Holy shit, this is so hot.

He chuckles, laving at the bruised area. It’s dark and sexy and possessive. “Make me come.” He clenches his ass around me. My eyes roll back so hard I get whiplash. “I want to be full of your cum.”

I pound his prostate harder. The bed creaks under us, feeling like it’s about to break. Adrian curses from the couch, something about us killing him. I grin and attack Matt’s mouth. One of my hands rests on his ass, while the other one is jerking him off.

I’m so close. He is, too. His body is wound so tightly, it will unravel any moment now.

“Come for me, baby,” I command in his mouth. “I want your cum all over me. Stake your claim.”

He howls my name and collapses against me, spilling between us. I keep fucking him, hitting his prostate over and over again. God, it feels so good. I’m so fucking close. One more magical squeeze of his ass, and my climax hits me like a tsunami.

I roar through it, shaking like I’m an earthquake. His ass clenches like a vise around me, milking my throbbing cock as we devour each other’s mouths. Sweat and musk and peaches envelop me, the combination intoxicating and thrilling. He drags his fingers up and down my back, clawing and rubbing as he continues to cant his hips.

I don’t know how long we stay like this. By the time the tremors subside, we both need a shower. Matt’s eyes shine with delirious satisfaction. I pull him close and embrace him. Using a finger, I incline his head back so I can gaze at his lovely and blissed-out face.

His lips quirk up in a goofy smile. “Adrian is jerking off. I think we got him horny.”

I shift my focus from my little goblin to the couch. Adrian is violently jacking himself off under the blanket. His lips are parted and his eyebrows are narrowed. He’s very focused on what he’s doing though, so I don’t think he realizes we’ve noticed.

“I’m not surprised. You are something else in bed.”

Matt pecks my chin. “Maybe we should go shower and give him some privacy?”

I consider that. The guy is in his own little world right now and it would be rude to interrupt him. “I think it’s a bit too late for that. Privacy flew out the window when I tried to go to bed and you seduced me.”

He frowns. “I have needs, okay? It’s your fault for having a magical cock. It’s all I can think about when we aren’t being chased around by the police or the CIA.”

“Uh-huh. And I love that.”

Our companion lets out a deep groan that rings through the whole room.

“Fuck me,” I hear him say, after which he gets up and disappears into the bathroom.

“Do you want to go for a round two?” Matt asks over a cute yawn. He’s lounging his head on my chest with the rest of his body sprawled on top of me.

I poke his nose. “I’d love to, but we both need sleep.”

He yawns again. “I guess…”

The bathroom door opens, light spilling in. “All yours, guys.” I prop myself up and give Adrian a nod. He shakes his head. “Thanks for the show, by the way. It was the sexiest thing I’ve seen in a while. But next time you wanna screw, warn a guy, will you?”

Matt sits up. “Sorry. I tried to be quiet, but I like Ki’s cock too much.”

Snorting, Adrian plops on the couch and waves us on. “Spare me the details, sweet pea. I’ll be dreaming about the two of you for the foreseeable future as is. Go take a shower and sleep. And if you are planning on round two, do it in the car outside or something. Unless you invite me.”

I shoot up from the bed, grab Matt and lift him in a princess hold. “No way. I don’t share. You can watch and fantasize all you want, but don’t you dare touch him. Matthew Bauer is mine,” I pronounce and carry my giggling little goblin into the bathroom for a quick and likely cold shower.