Chapter 12 Rafe
RAFE
My cock was so hard I thought it might split the seams of my pants. I did want this. I wanted Gerald Gino Gardner. I wanted him to fuck me, which probably meant I’d lost my mind.
What if he really could help me find Ivanov? I wanted my family to believe I was a grown-ass man who could do serious work like the rest of them. Nothing would do that like finding Ivanov and delivering him to my family to torment. We all wanted to take a piece out of him.
But working with a government agent, letting him see behind the curtain? That was crazy. It was wrong, and if it went south, Remington would possibly kill me and certainly exile me. I wouldn’t see my brothers anymore. I shouldn’t do this. “I was trying to be good.”
I realized I’d said the words out loud when G’s smile grew wider.
“Why bother? You were made to be bad.”
“So you’re not trying to reform me?”
He raised his brows. “Is that what you want?”
“Fuck if I know.”
He pushed his chest into the barrel of my gun, forcing me to bend my arm more.
I should shove him away or shoot him, but I wasn’t going to do either.
I didn’t need a dead government agent on my hands, not that I doubted my family could disappear his body.
But I didn’t want him dead. I didn’t even want him to leave.
He put his hand over mine, and I let him have the gun. He laid it aside on a table and walked me back against the wall.
He was taking charge, and my body screamed for me to let him. But I had to have some agency in this, so I grabbed his face and pulled him in for the kiss I’d been dying for since the last time.
And fuck if it wasn’t even better. His lips parted, and he let me fuck him with my tongue. He tasted warm, minty, delicious. He grabbed my ass, pulling me into him, and I felt his cock against mine. He was as hard as I was.
“Is this why you really came after me?” I asked. “You couldn’t wait any longer? You’ve been ready to fuck me since the moment you walked into my office.”
He laughed. “Like you haven’t been salivating over me. I saw the way you watched me, the way your eyes focused on my lips.”
I wrapped a hand around his throat and squeezed. All he did was groan. “Goddamn, why are you so fucking hot?”
He laughed, then circled my wrist with his hand.
“Admit it. You’re desperate for me.”
“Never.” He gasped out the word as I choked him, and then he gripped my chin, squeezing hard, tilting my head up, and I eased my grip on him. “You want to submit to me. I can feel it.”
“I can play the submissive bottom, but sometimes I need to be in charge.”
“Do you? I think that’s bullshit. You were born to be dominated. You’re begging for it.”
I’d enjoyed taking charge in the past, but I’ve never been with anyone who really understood I needed to be taken roughly, put on my knees, humiliated.
Who was I going to trust to do that? It shouldn’t be the nameless undercover agent I should’ve banned from my casino the first time I saw him, but I wasn’t sure I could say no to him.
“You’ve been fantasizing about this,” G said, his mouth right by my ear. When he sank his teeth into the lobe, I groaned and leaned into him, making it clear I wanted more.
He used his teeth on my neck, nibbling his way down to my collarbone, then biting into my shoulder muscle hard.
“Fuck yes,” I cried.
“You like that? You like to hurt?”
I shoved at his chest, trying to push him away, but he laughed and pinned me against the wall. If I fought him, I could get free. I might break his arm, but he’d deserve it. What right did he have to hold me down? But I didn’t fight because my fucking filthy self loved his attempt at control.
“It’s okay to admit what you want,” he said. “This isn’t about the case or who you are or who I am. This is just about us.”
“Which is exactly what you would say if you intended to fuck me, then torture me to extract secrets about my family.”
“So in your postorgasmic haze, you’d let me tie you up and torment you. You wouldn’t fight me?”
“Of course I’d fucking fight you, but…” I wasn’t even sure what I was saying anymore.
He grinned down at me. “This is your last chance to say no.”
“Are you challenging me? You think I can’t take what you want to give me?”
“Maybe.”
“Fuck that. I can handle anything you want to do.”
“Then get on your knees.”
He glared at me like he hated me. That should not turn me on. Everyone loved me. I knew exactly how to charm them. It was easy, and I always got what I wanted. Or at least I pretended I did. Maybe G was the only one who really knew my secret cravings.
“Kneel, Rafael.”
I dropped to my knees, unable to deny him what he wanted.
I hated the self-satisfied smile on his face when I hit the floor, but I reached for the fastenings of his pants anyway.
I was going to do this, and I was going to fucking love it, but no way in hell would I be completely passive. I didn’t have that in me.
I popped the button and lowered the zipper. Zach kept his expression neutral, but I felt him shudder when I reached my hand into his boxers and brushed my fingers against his cock.
“You like that?”
He shrugged. “Maybe.”
“Fuck you.” No way would I let him play unaffected like that.
I fisted his cock tightly and gave him a long, slow stroke.
I could feel the tension in him. He was fighting to hold still.
I pushed his boxers down more and ran my tongue up the underside of his shaft.
He sucked in his breath, and I smiled. “You do like it.”
“I fantasized about this the other night.”
“Of course you did.” I’d known he wanted me as badly as I’d wanted him.
I didn’t think he’d confess anything else, but he kept talking as I dipped my tongue in his slit and tasted his precum. “I imagined you on your knees, lips stretched around me, choking on my cock.”
“Fuck.” I wasn’t sure I could take this as slowly as I’d planned.
“You like that?”
“Yeah.” I couldn’t lie, even though I hated how satisfied he sounded.
“Open your mouth. Suck me like the slut you are.”
I gasped. How did he know I loved that kind of filthy talk? “I am a slut. I guess you’ve done your homework. I’ll fuck anyone or several people at once.”
“Right now, there’s only me, and you better make me happy.”
Was he serious? I didn’t think so, but I couldn’t be sure, and that only made me hotter.
He used his thumb against my chin, pressing it down and forcing me to open up. I looked up at him and then stuck out my tongue, wiggling it invitingly.
G growled as he pulled me to him, hands sliding into my hair.
I fought to swallow around him as he thrust into my mouth. He clearly had no intention of being gentle, which was exactly how I wanted it. Apparently, all I had to do was make him angry, and he’d give me my fantasy.
He worked his cock in and out, and I gripped his ass as I drew his length deep into my throat. He tried so hard to be quiet, but he couldn’t hold back all those needy sounds. He was fucking loving this.
When he pulled me to him, forcing me to take every inch of him, I gagged around him fighting for air, but I didn’t pull away. I could do this. He wanted me to fight. He wanted me to struggle, and I wasn’t going to give him that kind of satisfaction.
He wouldn’t let me go. How much longer could I do this? I couldn’t fucking breathe. I wasn’t going to let him kill me with his fucking cock. I gave in, shoving against his thighs, pushing him back. He growled and yanked my hair, pulling my head back and forcing me to look up at him.
“Take it,” he demanded, forcing me to open my mouth. I let spit run down my chin, knowing I had to look depraved. He smiled as he drove into me again and held me against him, cutting off my air again.
I remained still. I could survive this. He wasn’t really going to kill me. Finally, he let me go. I fell forward onto my hands, gasping for air, the room spinning around me.
“You said you’d do anything,” he taunted.
I sat back on my heels and looked up at him, grinning. “Bring it.”
His expression softened. “You’re fucking incredible.”
I smiled at him. “I know.”
He reached for my hand, pulled me to my feet, and kissed me again. I knew he could taste himself in my mouth; his precum had been leaking like crazy, and I’d sucked it down, loving every drop.
He pushed me back into the wall. “Up,” he demanded as his hands came under my thighs. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he fumbled with my pants, seemingly desperate to get a hold of my cock.
When he wrapped his hand around it, my head fell back against the wall. “More,” I begged, no longer caring if he knew how badly I needed him.
He laughed as he wrapped his hand around both our cocks. After a few strokes, he let go and held his hand up to my mouth. “Get it wet.”
I spit in his hand, and he rubbed the moisture over us both. “Hold on.”
I did, letting him stroke us, lifting my hips as much as I could. I gripped his shoulders, squeezing tight, hoping I’d bruise him. He fucking deserved it.
His cock felt so good against mine, so fucking hard and thick. My throat ached, and my lips stung after the way he punished me. I fucking loved it.
“Damn, you really are a slut, aren’t you? You would do anything with me?”
“I already told you that.” I could barely make the words come out. I was breathing so fucking hard, and I was close to coming. “Don’t stop.”
“You need this? You need to come?”
“Fuck yes, I do.”
“You got this turned on from me fucking your mouth?”
“Yeah, that’s part of being a slut, right?”
He worked his hand furiously, gripping us so tightly I thought I might die from the pleasure. “Show me how much you need this. Show me how good I made you feel treating you like I own you.”
I cried out as heat raced through me. Cum shot from my cock, and his hand worked us even faster. I wanted to push it away. It was too much, the touch too harsh now, but then he was coming too.
I clung to him as he thrust his hips against me. When he was done, I looked down. We’d made a filthy mess. He slid his hand up and down our cocks one more time, then lifted it to my mouth.
“Clean me up,” he ordered.
I wrapped my hand around his wrist, holding him steady as I licked his palm, carefully cleaning him and loving the taste of our mingled cum.
He shuddered when I drew his thumb into my mouth, taking my time to suck on it, then on each of his fingers.
When I swirled my tongue around his pinky, he tried to pull his hand away, but I wouldn’t let him.
I held his wrist so tight he’d have to fucking break it to get free.
I ran my tongue over the back of his hand before finally letting go. “All clean.”
“Damn, you’re something else.”
I looked away, suddenly overwhelmed by the intensity in his eyes. I lowered my feet to the ground, hoping my legs would hold me up. I could feel G giving me a slow once-over. “I need to see you naked. Your body is perfection.”
“Thank you. I’ve worked hard for it.”
We stared at each other for a moment, and then I couldn’t help myself. I started to laugh. He stared at me like I’d lost my mind, and then he started to laugh too. We both ended up seated on the floor, pants still open, looking like we’d both been thoroughly used.
“This can’t be real,” he said.
“No. No way did this just happen.” As my near hysterical laughter faded, panic started to settle in. I was fucking everything up. G was a government agent. “Oh my God, it’s G for G-man.”
He smiled. My mind was racing. I needed him gone.
I need space to think. Was I willing to keep this going, or was I going to end things now?
I had no idea what was right. “You should go, but if you’re serious about working with me, come to my office at noon tomorrow.
I’ll decide then if I should kill you or work with you. ”