CHAPTER FOURTEEN
NOAH
As Dom grew further away, he took one last chance to turn around and shout, “You and me after the party. Don’t make me hunt you down.”
Not a problem. I was more than happy to hang around after the party. With blood dripping down my face, my knuckles broken open, I was running high and hard on adrenaline. The cold night air didn’t touch me.
“We should get out of here,” Damon said, watching as Rebel and Casper dragged Dominik into the church. “I’m not willing to die tonight because you have a hard on for that guy.”
“No worries. You can take off anytime. I’ll find my own way home.” Returning to the headstone where I left my drink, I snatched up the bottle and finished it off. It was going to take a lot more than a hard iced tea to break through this violent haze that fogged my head.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea, dude. He’s supposed to be a job now, Noah. What the hell is going on with you? If you kill him now, the Kings will know it was you.” Damon’s intense stare locked onto my face. “You should see what he did to you. This is too fucked up.”
I had a pretty good idea what he did to me. My left eye was actively swelling. My nose and jaw ached. Tomorrow I would really feel it.
“Let’s find something else to drink.” I didn’t want to have this discussion right now. We were here to party after all.
“I can’t do this. I’m out of here.” Having had enough of my shit for one night, Damon flipped me the bird and stormed away.
I wondered if Dom was getting this shit from his friends. Not that I blamed Damon. He had every right to be pissed with me. I knew this thing with Dom was screwed up. And I couldn’t stop it. I didn’t even want to.
After I found a group of guys handing out drinks from a giant jug of vodka, I retreated to the edge of the graveyard. Grabbing handfuls of snow, I pressed it to the sore spots on my face, finding some relief. Dom had yet to emerge from the church. No doubt the Kings were keeping him contained.
I was surprised they didn’t simply let him kill me. Maybe they didn’t trust him to handle it well given his emotional state every time he was around me. The man couldn’t keep himself together. I knew they weren’t doing it for me. They didn’t care whether I lived or died.
With vodka in my system and cold chunks of snow helping to cool me down, my body temperature began to drop. I slipped my hoodie back on, keeping my jacket close in case I needed it. I was content to wait out the party. Dom and I were not finished here.
No sooner had the thought crossed my mind than he appeared. He stood outside the church with Casper hovering close. Our eyes locked across the distance. Unwilling to be the first to break, I held his steady gaze until he looked away.
A guy from one of my classes came over, offering me a joint, which I gratefully accepted. He leaned on the headstone next to me, giving my face a onceover.
“Are you all right, man? That looked fucking brutal.”
I took a deep drag from the joint, loving the way it mixed in my bloodstream with the alcohol. “It’s all good. Nothing a few painkillers can’t take care of.”
“That looked personal,” he said.
“It was.” I didn’t offer anything further, and he didn’t ask.
Instead, he changed the subject, steering it toward campus talk.
Asking me about the latest class assignment.
Simple bullshit meant to fill the space.
I’d never hooked up with this guy, and I didn’t get the feeling he was angling for that.
Just an acquaintance trying to make me feel better after watching me get my ass kicked.
Dominik didn’t know that though. From where he stood, we could’ve been engaged in a heavy flirtation. When I caught him staring hard in my direction, I knew that’s what he was thinking. Good. He deserved to suffer a little.
He went out of his way to keep his distance from me for the rest of the party.
Or maybe that was simply because of Casper following him around wearing an irritated frown.
As the night grew later and people began to disperse, a ball of excitement coiled tight in my stomach.
I didn’t know what was going to happen when we were alone together, but I couldn’t wait to find out.
Once the first batch of people left, it didn’t take long for others to follow suit. They were ready to finish off their night in a warm location pressed against an even warmer body. I smoked a joint while waiting.
The Kings left one by one. Eventually, Dominik was the only one left. He stood on the broken concrete steps of the church, staring across the graveyard to where I sat on a headstone. The silence felt sudden and startling.
I didn’t wait around to be summoned. Pushing away from the headstone, I strolled over to the church. Discarding the remnants of my joint in the snow.
“You stayed.” Dom looked me up and down, disgust written all over his face.
“Damn right I did. I’m surprised Casper didn’t drag you out of here.”
“Get inside.” Dom nodded to the front door of the church before disappearing through it.
Following him into the building, I scanned the ramshackle interior.
As far as churches go, it wasn’t all that big.
Maybe twelve rows of wooden pews on either side.
The altar area little more than a small stage lifted four inches higher than the floor.
Dimly lit with pale yellow bulbs, it was warmed only by a small space heater in the corner. Still a fuck ton warmer than outside.
I turned to Dom, waiting for him to say or do something. He clearly had a plan in mind.
His dark gaze drifted over me slowly from head to toe. “Get on your knees.”
Something told me not to speak. That it was better to remain silent. I had no problem allowing him to call the shots. It was evident to me that he needed to feel in control. That’s what this was. I didn’t need to fight him on that. I didn’t even want to.
Without a word, I sank to my knees on the hard wooden floor. He stood unbearably close, staring down at me with a glare so intense I felt it in my gut. My cock hardened from the sheer anticipation.
“Take out my cock,” he instructed, not once breaking eye contact. “You’re going to choke on it.”
Moving slowly, I reached for his belt. My pulse pounded with excitement. If anyone else had told me to get on my knees for them, I would have beaten their ass. I wasn’t generally the submissive type. It simply wasn’t in my nature.
This, however, felt right. Having Dominik looming over me with that menacing stare, watching as I pulled out his hard, thick erection made me feel more powerful than I’d felt in a very long time.
He may have been doing his best to dominate me but I was the one with his cock in my hand, so who was really in control here?
I’d seen a lot of dicks in my time. None of them compared to Dom’s. Long with a nice girth, perfectly shaped from root to tip. Damn he was beautiful in every way.
Flicking my tongue out, I held his watchful gaze as I dragged my tongue along the base of his shaft. Slowly. Repeating the motion before finally flicking over the sensitive head. He sucked in a breath, his hands clenching into fists.
I half expected him to punch me in the head. When that didn’t happen, I continued, finally sucking him into my mouth. Taking him deep until I almost gagged. The salty taste of his precum only made me want more.
My hand firmly gripped the base of his cock, holding on while I alternated between teasing licks and sucking him deep. I sensed Dom’s growing frustration, which only encouraged me to keep it up.
Finally, he grabbed a hold of my hair, pulling tight as he slammed his cock down my throat. A shot of adrenaline raced through me. I momentarily couldn’t breathe. Not until he pulled back, giving me a moment to suck in a breath. Then he thrust deep again, making me gag.
“That’s right, Noah. Take my cock. All of it.” Dom’s voice was strained with pleasure. He held my head in place, guiding himself into my mouth repeatedly.
As he’d promised, he choked me with his cock. Several times. Making my eyes water. My attempts at maintaining any sense of control were useless. Dom’s hips moved faster as he brutally fucked my mouth. Now I was simply along for the ride.
Not that I minded. Having his thick cock stretch my jaw open as he slammed himself down my throat had me leaking precum in my boxers. So badly I wanted to reach down and jerk myself off but suspected he wouldn’t allow that. Fuck it. I was doing it anyway.
With one hand bracing myself against Dom, still clutching the base of his cock, I reached down with my other hand, stuffing it inside my pants. I needed to relieve some of this pressure.
Spying the direction my hand moved, Dom chuckled. “Feeling the need for some release? Let me see. I want to watch you jerk yourself off while I come down your throat.”
Did this man have any idea what a turn on he was? I could barely contain myself. With one hand I awkwardly undid my pants and shoved them down enough for my cock to spring free. Wrapping my hand around my shaft, I jerked it up and down, pausing to squeeze the head the way I liked.
Dom’s gaze locked on my cock. Desire sparked in his eyes.
He watched intently while I stroked myself.
I was already so close to the edge. It wouldn’t take me long to come.
Who would’ve thought something as simple as having him grab me by the hair and force his cock down my throat would be so fucking hot?
He began to fuck my mouth faster. Harder. Making it almost impossible to breathe. Something about that only made me crazier for him. My hand moved faster, keeping pace with his thrusts.
“God, I fucking hate you,” Dom moaned. He thrust hard enough to bruise the back of my throat as he spilled his cum into my mouth.
I did my best to swallow all of it without choking.
Seconds later, I shot my own load onto the floor of the church, narrowly missing Dom’s shoes.
The sheer intensity of it almost made me black out.
Again I found myself wondering what it would be like to fuck him or be fucked by him.
I suspected it would become an out of body experience.
Immediately, Dom pulled away, like my touch now repulsed him. His expression went from bliss to seething hatred. “I should make you lick that up.”
We both glanced at my cum on the floor. I rose to my feet, tucking my dick away. “You can try. Are you confident you would win that battle?”
He watched me swipe a stray tear from the corner of my eye. “Whatever. There’s paper towel in the back room. Clean it up.”
Since I wasn’t nasty enough to leave a puddle of my jizz behind to freeze on the church floor, I found the paper towel and quickly wiped it up. I’d toss it into one of the burning barrels outside on my way out.
“Did you get what you wanted?” I asked, eyeing him warily. I didn’t know what to expect from him, something I both liked and loathed. “Satisfy your need for power?”
Dom scoffed. “Something like that. You know there’s only one way this can end. I have to kill you.”
I nodded. “I guess it’s you or me then.”
“I guess so.”
Despite his claim, he made no move against me.
Instead, he stood there and watched as I walked out of the church.
I got the feeling that he experienced a similar internal struggle to my own.
Battling an attraction so deep and powerful that the only way to destroy it was to kill the one who caused it.
I could have killed him several times over by now. Yet, even though I’d been tasked with the job, I found myself unable to end this thing between us.
Soon. If I didn’t make my move, Dom would surely make his. As unfortunate as the circumstances were, only one of us would be left standing when all was said and done.