JAMES #2
My hand slams against the wall behind him, and this time I can’t stop the groan even if I still had the wherewithal to try—which I don’t.
He pulls me into his mouth like that’s where I belong.
I hit the back of his throat and a strangled sound escapes me.
I can’t do anything but watch him take me. He swallows around my head.
“Fuck, Caspian—” I don’t know what I’m trying to say.
I don’t know what sounds are coming out of my mouth.
I no longer care about anything but the incredibly hot man at my feet as I watch my cock disappear down his throat.
I push aside any stubborn lingering doubts as to whether or not I want this and sink my fingers into his hair.
The vivid image of that man doing this to him invades my thoughts, and I shove him down the last few inches.
No one should be touching him—
Caspian’s eyes darken and shutter. He hums in pleasure and I see him grip himself. Something snaps inside me seeing how turned on he is. Caspian drags his tongue along the underside of my cock as I slide out of his mouth. He’s rewarded by a shiver that ends in a groan.
“Take what you need, Captain,” he growls. “And don’t even think about holding back.”
That fucking mouth. I inhale sharply at his words and at the wet warmth of him as he sinks back down on me, a sly glimmer in his eyes. Eyes that haven’t looked away from me yet. My fingers tighten in his hair and I set a ruthless pace.
He takes it—takes it all. I watch him drift into a space of bliss, eyes hooded, one hand stroking himself roughly while the other is latched onto my thigh in a grip that will definitely give me a bruise. Tears glisten on his lashes as I hit his throat, bottoming out each time.
I have no clue what sounds are leaving me, and I don’t fucking care.
This is the most intense pleasure I’ve felt in a long time.
I already know the impending orgasm is going to absolutely wreck me.
I can feel it blazing a trail up my spine and my cock hardens to a painful degree.
My eyes drift to the hand he’s stroking himself with and my lip curls into a smirk.
“You’re a vision on your knees,” I pant .
His cock is hard and from his choked gasps, I know he’s close.
“Your mouth is so needy for my cock—Is this what you’ve been wanting?” His hand tightens on my thigh in affirmation and I see his cock leak at my words. I curse breathlessly at how devastating he looks as I near the edge.
“This mouth is fucking mine,” I growl.
No one should be touching him. No one—but me.
At my words Caspian whimpers. His hand stroking himself quickens and with a groan I can feel in my bones, his release rolls through him.
Watching him work himself through the tremors sets me off.
The edge comes for me, throwing me over as I spill deep in his throat.
Curses and moans fall from my mouth as he sucks me through the absolute destruction.
It seems to go on forever—waves crashing over me until I don’t know which way is up.
I’m slumped against the wall, sucking in air like I’ve just swum miles against the current. My cock pops out of Caspian’s mouth, and I watch him through heavy eyes as he licks a small drop of my come from the edge of his mouth.
Fuck . It’s a visceral reaction knowing he took every last drop of me and liked it.
I push away from the wall as Caspian stands and we stare at each other. I’m completely out of my depth with no clue what to do. His face is suspiciously blank. I can feel the storm clouds creeping in on me and my lips tug down in a frown.
“This doesn’t change anything, De’Vero,” I force out the words.
They feel terrible coming out but my hackles are up. I feel raw, unsure of where to go from here. I shove myself back into my pants and viciously do up the ties.
Whatever he was waiting for, that seems to break the spell because Caspian finishes tying his own pants and holds up his hands, giving me a smirk. I think he can tell I’m on the edge—in danger of spiraling from whatever the fuck that just was.
“Easy, Captain,” he says. “It’s just a blowjob.”
But there’s something else in his eyes. He doesn’t give me time to read into it because he’s brushing past me and out the door.
I follow him all the way out into the street, racking my brain for something to say.
Nothing is coming to me. What do I say to someone I hate—someone I might have to kill—who arguably just gave me one of the best blowjobs I’ve ever had?
He’s walking fast down the street and I’m still several strides behind him.
“Caspian,” I call.
He seems to remember where he is because he visibly flinches when I call his name. He freezes in the street and runs both hands through his hair before turning to me and plastering on one of the fakest smiles I think I’ve ever seen on his face. I catch up to him, frowning at his guarded look.
“Caspian—”
He steps into me, anger flashing in his eyes
— and is that fear? What the fuck?
“Don’t call me that here,” he snaps.
He looks up and down the street. I’d almost forgotten he didn’t want to come here.
“What? Why?” I ask, momentarily distracted.
Caspian shakes his head, muttering something I can’t hear. He turns to continue down the street and I frown once again at not getting any answers. I’m about to speak again when he stops so abruptly I nearly crash into him.
I come up beside him to see an older man standing in the road with six men flanking him. Six men with the Ralta crest on their chests.
The man smirks. “You know I didn’t believe it at first—”
He steps forward and his eyes travel down Caspian’s form in a way I definitely don’t like. Caspian’s face is drained of all color and I can see the way he’s trying to regulate his breathing. Fury simmers in his eyes, but it’s the fear I sense in him that makes me instantly on guard.
“I said there’s no way Caspian De’Vero would step foot back in Ironhold. But here I stand, corrected.” His eyes flicker to me. “And with the infamous Stormbreaker—this is unbelievable indeed.”
“Who the fuck are you?”
The man takes his time finishing his once over of Caspian before his oily gaze slides fully to me.
His black eyes are assessing, shrewd and cold.
He’s not quite as tall as I am but despite his age, he’s muscled and looks like he knows his way around a fight.
Black hair hangs around his ears without any semblance of style.
“Lord Malik Hawthorne.” He smirks. “Overseer of this lovely town. Originally from Ralta of course—Caspian didn’t share any of this with you on the trip here?
” His attention diverts to Caspian again as though he can’t bear to not be focused on him.
“You really think you could come back here and I wouldn’t know? ”
He takes a step towards Caspian, and the air on the street gets sucked away. The tension is so heavy I can feel it pushing down on me. I don’t like the look in Malik’s eyes—they’re filled with dark obsession. He raises his hand and the moment his knuckles touch Caspian’s cheek, chaos erupts.
Caspian punches Malik in the jaw, sending him staggering a few paces.
I pull my pistol, aiming for Malik because fuck if anyone touches what I’ve apparently claimed as mine.
But one of his men knocks into me and my shot goes wide.
I throw myself into three of them, resorting to fists as I viciously beat them down. Caspian grabs for me.
“Come on,” he urges.
I see Malik staggering to his feet, nose bloody from the few blows Caspian got in. We take off and I yank him down a side street, intending to head to the safety of my contacts in the city.
“This way,” I bark.
We take a few more corners and for a moment I think we may have evaded them. My optimism disappears when we round a bend and run straight into a pack of soldiers—literally.
We slam into the group, sending several to the ground as we collide. The fight stirs up the dust in the street as bullets fly. Swords are out but it’s apparent we’re vastly outnumbered. There are more here than the six we took down prior.
“Enough!” Malik’s voice cuts through the fighting.
I glance over to see Caspian on one knee, breathing harshly through his nose and bleeding from a cut on his forehead. Malik has his gun pressed to his head. He’s still pale and I don’t like the look of defeat I see in his eyes.
“Call off your dog, Caspian,” Malik commands.
Caspian’s eyes flick to mine but before he can react to Malik’s request, steel gets pressed to my ribs. It’s over.
Malik rubs his jaw where a bruise is already forming from Caspian’s punch, and barks a laugh.
“I suppose I do deserve that.” He flashes Caspian a smile and waves his hand. “You never did make things easy. Bring them back to the fort. Caspian and I have a lot of catching up to do.”