Chapter 20 DONOVAN
I got my dick soft, which was harder than it seemed, since looking at Artemis’s soft, submissive eyes were now enough to have me as hard as a fucking bat—and I didn’t even like baseball, but sure enough, throw some balls at me and I’d be able to hit.
Laid on the bed, naked, my eyes screwed shut trying to focus on anything non-sexual. Artemis was between my legs, his hands doing everything they could to tease me. I was doing this for him, and yet, he was pushing my buttons.
“Come on,” I said. “Stack them.”
He giggled. “I wish I had a phone.”
I screwed my eyes harder to see stars. “You’ll get plenty of time in the future, just do what you want to do already.”
Every touch of my cock had me trying harder not to react.
He finally pushed it through one of the ring donuts, and licked it, probably the sugar residue.
He was making it hard for me. I didn’t know what else to do but grab the back of his head the moment the sensation of his tongue was on my cock, I thrust my hops up and smashed my cock right into his face.
It was instantly hard, ripping through the center of the donut.
Artemis gagged on my cock, mixed with the donut, he was happy enough to keep going.
He licked his lips, his eyes pink from watering at having my dick pulsing in his mouth. “Now I can do it hard,” he said.
“Do what hard?” I asked, my eyes hurting from all the time they’d been screwed shut.
“Stack the donuts.” He gestured to the box.
Each donut wasn’t able to go right over my dick, instead they tore in the middle, splitting as he pushed them down to my base.
He managed to get three on there. The fourth one covered my tip, which he couldn’t help immediately mash his face against. Flattening the donuts against the base of my cock, he was able to stack more of them.
His face, my cock, it was all sticky and covered in pink icing sugar.
I didn’t mind it, because I knew he was more than eager to do his best work and clean it off for me.
“I don’t think I can eat them all,” he said, looking up at me from between my legs, his tongue stained pink from all the donuts. I guess this was his way of consuming as much sugar as possible before we were too back to Sanctum.
“You’re eyes are bigger than your belly,” I said. “Now keep sucking.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Daddy,” I said.
He shivered and bit his lower lip. “Yes, Daddy,” he said softly, dipping his head down to my balls where he worked his magic tongue on the underside, tickling my taint which he knew was some type of erogenous zone for me.
“Good boy,” I said as my thighs twitched around him, and then as they clamped, I gathered him, my legs around his back, connecting at the feet, I had him in a hold, where his face was pressed against my cock. And he wasn’t going to leave until he’d properly serviced me.
Artemis was relentless, sucking my cock, slobbering all over it as he lapped the sugary syrup away from my skin. He’d made a mess of the nice patch of hair I had, all of covered with donut and sticky sugar.
“Keep going,” I told him.
“Are you going to cum?” he asked, looking at me with the pink saliva coming out of the corner of his mouth.
“You want me to?”
He nodded. “Please.”
“No,” I said, raising my brows at him. He’d already commanded much of me tonight, he wasn’t going to get my cum when he requested it. He’d get it when I decided to give it to him, and he’d get it wherever I wanted it. “I’m in charge, now suck.”
He worked harder on my cock, as if trying to illicit my cum from me.
It wasn’t going to happen, I had a lot of control over myself—and over him, especially the vice-like grip I had with my thighs hugging his body, one move away from almost consuming him like I was a constrictor snake, and he was mine forever.
The noise made me harder, and the harder I got, the more I kept him squeezed against me. I wasn’t going to let go anytime soon, and he wasn’t getting any of my cum—not yet, not until he’d cleaned me.
I’d lied to myself—cumming in his mouth minutes later, a surprise to both of us. Artemis gulped it all down anyway, then tongued the tip of my cock, begging for me. It tickled, and kept me hard, but I’d loosened my grasp up on him now.
“I wanna cum,” he said.
“Cum on me,” I told him.
He slipped through my thighs on his knees, and pressed his cock against mine, both hands he jerked them together. I’d sunk back into the bed, staring at the ceiling as the post-nut bliss tingled through me like ecstasy.
“I’m gonna—” he let out before releasing his load all over my body.
Several spurts, each one landing in a pool from my chest, down to my belly button.
He looked pleased with himself, and then laid across me, his hairless body almost taking none of them mashed donuts or cum.
He was just forcing it to make my body need more scrubbing in the shower.
It was a good plan if that’s what he wanted.
* * *
Laid in the large comfy bed, dressed in the expensive hotel bathrobes, our clean bodies, finally able to rest. We didn’t have anyone to watch, or anything to do but be together.
“Reminds me of being in Miami,” he said staring at me. “Except no broken bed, and you’re not making secret calls.”
“Mhm, those calls were to protect you,” I told him. “To make sure you weren’t going to be in any trouble when I—I left.”
“How long did you know you were going to leave me, before you actually did?”
We were doing this now. We’d teetered around it for a while. “Few weeks.”
“And why didn’t you just tell me?”
I turned my head up to the ceiling. “I told you, I was trying to protect you.” This wasn’t the life I hoped he’d have, and that didn’t matter now.
He’d made his decision. He was doing this, and there was no way back.
“I’m glad I’ve got you back now.” And glad I hadn’t told him before I left.
He had the tenacity to follow me, and the group I was with had all died—that would’ve meant his could’ve met the same fate—and I didn’t like to think about that.
“I wished you would’ve just told me, it’s not like I couldn’t handle it.” He tried his best to turn my head, but I wasn’t going to let him.
“Art,” I said, staring at the ceiling.
He climbed on top of me to look me in the eye. “If we’re going to be this badass duo, I want your honesty.”
“My honesty,” I said, unable to hold back my laugh.
“You’re not thinking, you’re feeling,” I told him.
“Feeling will get you hurt. We can’t be a badass duo if you’re stuck on feeling, it’s why I couldn’t have you with me.
You make me feel, you make it hard to think.
And when you’re on an Opp, you need to think. At all times. All thought, not feel.”
Artemis sighed and lowered his head to my chest where he no doubt heard my heart racing.
He laid there for a moment, slipping his hand inside my bathrobe, his fingers collecting my chest hair between them and for once, he wasn’t trying to antagonize me, he was soft with it. “I don’t want to go back,” he said.
“To Sanctum?”
“Yeah, I want to stay here forever.”
“You know we can’t do that,” I told him. “You know Mercy’s going to ask a lot of questions, and you know she’s going to want true answers.”
“I can just tell her this isn’t for me,” he grumbled. “I just feel—down.”
“You wanna go rogue?” I asked, chuckling.
His head bobbing, he looked at me and frowned.
I held him close in an embrace. The last thing I wanted was for him to become despondent.
“You don’t wanna go rogue, people who do make trouble for themselves.
They stop getting help, they start fucking with people they shouldn’t.
You need the guidance. And it pains me to say it, you’re in too deep now. You need Sanctum.”
* * *
Artemis was quiet most of the car ride back to the docks and Sanctum’s HQ. I’d probably be in the same boat as him, unsure of what to do, or where to go next, especially if I’d made the decision to join the agency based on chasing a guy down—especially if that guy was me.
He’d been flip-flopping constantly, usually a good thing in bed, but not quite a good idea when it was deciding on what you wanted to do for the rest of your life.
I knew what I would do, but that was purely from a background where I’d spent a lot of time working in the military.
I knew what I would do because that was in my blood and it was in my bones.
“I want to give you what you wanted in life,” I told him as we came to a red light.
“All I wanted was you,” he said, turning to me. “I did all of. this for you.”
“No, you did this for yourself,” I said. “I don’t want to take any of that responsibility.”
“But you’re supposed to take the responsibility,” he said, a smirk forming at the sides of his lips. “I knew what I was getting myself in for, it’s what we started back in Miami, it’s the work we began then.”
“We’ve got to talk about things,” I told him.
It was a wild concept, talking, especially when I grew up around roughhousing and that was a form of communication.
“I need to know what’s going on in your head, Art.
The things you want out of life, your dreams, aspirations, and not just, handle a gun to kill people. ”
“Last time I told you what I wanted, you left.”
I remembered it. The talk about a picket fence dream that we could spend together.
We’d raise an animal, probably a dog, and he wanted a nice garden to put all of the neighbors to shame.
It reminded me of the comfort I’d give him, the comfort I’d offered to him in his time of need.
I was his protector, and to protect him, I couldn’t let him continue to live dangerously.
“I have a different dream now,” he said, his smirk growing bigger. “And no, it’s not to handle a gun, because I’ve got these fists.” He screwed them up on his lap, but as I glanced to them, the lights changed color.
We didn’t have long to get back to Sanctum, and I wanted Art out of Mercy’s program. I needed him to put his foot down like the brat he could be and tell her it wasn’t for him. Every time I thought I’d made peace with it, I’d actually just made myself hate it a little more.
“I love you,” I told him.
“Yet you still left,” he said. “I’m no longer as mad about that, but I will keep bringing it up to see the look on your face.”
I narrowed my eyes on the road ahead, wishing they’d been aimed at him. That was the type of bratty behavior I’d been talking about. Pushing buttons, except I didn’t want mine pushed right now. ”So, what do you want?” I asked. “I’ll make it happen.”
Watching through the rear-view mirror, his big smirk. “I just want to be with you, and I want us to play more,” he said. “I’m not asking for the world, just a little part of the world, and with you in it, like all the time.”
“So, you are asking for the entire world,” I laughed. “You want me to retire?”
“Is that even an option?”
I shrugged. I didn’t know many people who had retired, in fact I didn’t know many people who had actually give up their entire lives, rescinded that, and then managed to live a normal life afterwards. “No,” I said. “I’ve probably got enough money to not work for a while.”
He giggled. “So much money.”
“Has Mercy mentioned all the costs that come with our life?”
“No,” he said, shaking his head.
“A lifetime of protection, you’ll have to pay for a new identity, a team of people scrubbing your information off the internet, and then, on top of all that, the agency will take out a huge chunk of the money for making sure it’s all done,” I told him.
“Sanctum is great, it’s one of the best, there’s other places, Zodiak are high profile internationally, some people say they’re part of some shadow government, but in this business, it’s best not to believe rumors unless they’re coming right from your intel person.
Mine is Jinksy, I’ll believe anything that guy says. ”
He nodded and sighed. “I don’t even remember who I spoke to when I finished my first job,” he said. “They were—oh, no, I do. It was Finley.”
“Yeah, you weren’t part of Sanctum then.” My knuckles turning white from squeezing at the steering wheel. It all happened really kicked off them, cemented himself inside the agency. He’d taken a life. I should’ve been there. “With all the work you put in, you might’ve been able to find me.”
Rolling to another stop, he placed his hand on my arm. “And what would you have done?”
“More like, what would you have done,” I said, knowing how he’d thrown himself at me when he saw me—and rode my dick so hard I didn’t know if it was a sex nightmare or a dream. I couldn’t contain the smirk. “I like to think we would’ve found each other again in life.”
“You know, you could’ve come back for me,” he said. “At any time. You could’ve asked someone to find me. And they would’ve come and got me. Right?”
I shook my head. It wasn’t as easy as he was putting it. “If it was, I would’ve, I went through so many scenarios,” I told him. “Every single one of them meant you became a weakness in me. I fucking weakness.”
He squeezed my arm. “I’m not a weakness anymore.”
“But at what cost?” I made us both fall into a quietness again.
The cost was massive, the cost had been turning Artemis into a killer, forcing him into training, and forcing me into channeling my pain and anger, it forced a lot of things—and through all that pressure, our bodies seemed to come together like magnets at a great force.