Chapter 18. #4
Exasperation clouds his face. “What are you talking abou—”
I capture his words with my lips, darting my tongue into his mouth like a starving man and he releases a gasp that travels straight to my erection.
He tastes absolutely sinful. His lips part for me and when I sweep my tongue across his, he shivers beneath me.
His blue eyes are bright up close, and each time I suck the tip of his tongue or tug on his lower lip, the lust in them intensifies like a blaze.
He lets me have my way, as if he doesn’t know how to match me, but every time I pull my tongue away, his reaches for mine.
There’s a pink blush to his skin and a hazy need in his eyes.
I pull away because I just love to see it. The colours of lust and need on him. The pleading look in his gorgeous blue eyes.
“Fuck, unravel for me,” I plead softly as I grind my erection against him.
He’s just as hard as I am, and the friction sends a jolt of pleasure through his entire body, because his head tilts back.
His chest rises and falls in deep, breathless motions and his usual stoic mask is shattered between us, because he’s watching me like he needs me.
I want to shatter it even more. I want to leave something even needier and wanton in its place.
I want to make you mine.
“Of all the things you could’ve shown me today,” I mutter, unable to pull my gaze away. I still think there’s a fair chance that I’m hallucinating… so I shove two of my fingers into his mouth and his lust spikes.
“Reuwen—”
“I’m making sure.” I cut him off and his hands push against my chest as I play with his tongue.
I grab both his hands to pull them over his head and hold him down by his wrists.
While one hand holds him there, the other dips back into his mouth to roll his tongue between my fingers.
The fire in my blood delights when he shivers beneath me.
His breaths are uneven, and lust has fully slipped into his eyes because he rubs his cock against me and each motion drives a low growl from my throat.
“You’ve wanted me for days, haven’t you?” For some reason, it both turns me on and pisses me off. I could’ve had you two nights ago against the door of your room but you fucking stalled this.
“We’re—” Reason flickers into his eyes for barely a moment as he squirms in my grip, “on a mission—”
“There’s a chance I might still be hallucinating.”
“You’re not,” he protests around my fingers with new exasperation. “We can’—do ‘is here.”
“I’d fuck you anywhere.” I correct him firmly. He doesn’t even realize he’s licking me all on his own.
Just how starved have you been? If you’d just told me, I wouldn’t have stopped until you were satisfied.
I remove my fingers from his mouth and pull his lower lip with my teeth one last time before sitting up.
“This’d be the best place to check, I think.” I pull the front of his pants below his cock in one swift movement and new alarm and shyness spikes around him immediately.
“Hey—!” He hisses but I’ve already slipped down his body to face his cock, which is hard and twitchy and fucking perfect.
I drag my tongue from his balls to the tip of his erection and a moan escapes him, both surprise and pleasure.
“Fuuck,” I moan. I can’t tell if the taste is sinful or divine anymore. I might have forgotten the difference. My cock is fucking leaking as I place a nip at his base, “I’m not hallucinating, huh?”
“Reuben—” Christian’s voice fractures into a whine—so needy it unravels the threads of my restraint. It’s the voice I heard in my head every time I jacked off to him, every time I fucked Cameron’s hole.
His fingers dive into my hair, tugging at my scalp but not pushing me away and I give his cock another lick, from his balls to his tip one more time, drawing another sexy moan from his lips.
It spreads a fever across my skin. Pre-cum leaks from him and I’m barely closing my lips around it when he yanks my head to one side forcefully.
“Wait.” The look on his face is just so damn sexy, “Don’t you—have someone?”
And how would you know that, baby?
I dislike the uncertainty tainting his pretty lust.
I lean into his hand to nuzzle my lips against the skin of his inner thigh, and I don’t break his gaze as I place a sharp bite there. “There isn’t anyone I want more than you.” I need him to see it in my eyes. I don’t want there to be any doubt.
He’s looking at me like he’s seeing me for the first time and it feels like I'm burning up beneath his gaze.
I hate that it took you this long.
“Kiss me.” His command is dyed with desperation and it’s what makes me realize how tightly he has me wrapped around his fingers. I never stood a chance. From the moment we met, something inside me surrendered. And you don’t ever have to give it back.
His arms wrap around my neck when I come up to kiss him. Our tongues tangle together. His eyes close blissfully and I can’t help but watch him. When I suck on his tongue his brows furrow together, and when I tug his bottom lip, he releases a sexy sound.
He’s a slut for my kisses.
And from the start, I’ve been a complete whore for him.
My fingers close around the rock-hard erection inside my pants, but he grabs my wrist in a weak attempt to stop me, “Not here.”
I hum, sliding down his neck to leave a trail of kisses and bites in my wake. “Right here, baby.” I pull my cock out into the open to thrust against his powerfully, and another shameless moan escapes him.
“I’m going to fuck you right here.” The promise is torn from my throat, breathlessly.
He grinds against my cock and it’s like a firework of pleasure up my spine that makes me lightheaded.
“Why—” There’s curiosity now mixed into his lust as he watches me through his haze, “Why are you suddenly calling me, baby?”
“Because you’re mine now,” I say softly.
You should’ve run away when you had the chance.
A door is opening somewhere in the house and both of us pause, but our lust has completely consumed us. Even knowing that we could be caught right now by the enemy makes us rub against each other again, once. Twice.
Fuck. Maybe I should just shoot Philip between the eyes so I can fuck Christian here on the floor of his house.
But then Xavier might actually kill me.
It takes all of my willpower to remove myself from the incubus underneath me.
I can hear Philip putting his keys down somewhere and walking deeper into the house, so I fix my dick and drag Christian to his feet by his shirt, pulling him into the closest room.
After surveying quickly, I pull us both into the closet—the only thing big enough for both of us—and when I close us in, I shake my head to try to clear the lust and replace it with reason.
Christian is sitting on a shelf that’s just up to my thighs and I’m tucked between his legs with my back to the closet door.
His energy’s practically begging me to fuck him…
and it’s doing nothing to help channel blood away from my dick.
His grip on my wrist is tight and I can’t help but like watching him from this angle between his legs.
Philip is on the phone, I can hear his voice coming closer as he walks up the stairs, and a scowl spreads over my face because I’m beyond furious at Xavier.
‘Book convention’ my ass.
I’m so busy cursing him in my head for ruining this fucking moment for me, that my entire body snaps to attention when I feel Christian’s lips on my neck.
“Ngh.” My dick twitches inside my pants.
He aims for the spots that sting painfully. He pinches them with his teeth and drags his tongue over them before moving to the next one, and it takes me a moment to realize he’s aiming for the marks Cameron left on me.
“You’re going to be the fucking death of me,” I whisper, but I wouldn’t stop him even if it meant a bullet between the eyes.
Philip’s voice finally reaches the top floor, “It was just a short outage. I’m here to check things out so don’t worry. Just focus on enjoying your convention, Warren.”
So the man walking through the house right now, isn’t Philip?
Christian’s hand slides into my pants to grip my cock and my head tilts back.
We’re fucked.
Xavier’s going to kill me.
I have to force every muscle in my body to stay still. To keep quiet. To maintain control.
“If we find anything out of the ordinary, the team and I will deal with it.” Fake Philip assures the real Philip, “You know that.”
Five years and we had an inkling. But now there isn’t a shadow of a doubt.
The Harvester really has a fucking backer.
Now who exactly is the snake that’d dare back this guy in our fucking city?
I can’t even formulate a proper violent thought, because Christian pulls my shirt down to reach the marks on my collarbone and further down my chest, while simultaneously stroking the skin of my dick.
Fuck, I just want to cum. Preferably while pummelling your hole. I wouldn’t wish this shit on my worst enemy. Could you not torture me?
It's like he can see the marks on me even in this dark space, because his teeth are closing around my skin with fierce precision. It’s so erotic, I’m seconds away from fumbling this entire mission just to bury my cock inside him. The heat beneath my skin is unbearable.
I hear the moment when the stranger opens the room with the photos and I’m practically counting the seconds until he leaves, because Christian’s fingers are exploring curiously.
He grips my cock tightly in his fingers.
Then loosely. He strokes the skin of my dick back and forth before going deeper in, to touch my balls…
Then he does it all over again.
My breaths have become soundless gasps for air.
When he pulls away from my neck and chest to hold my gaze, my pride is the only thing keeping me from begging.
Until his hand retreats.
Leaving me cold.
His eyes don't leave mine when he pulls out his own cock.
They don't leave mine when he strokes it once. Twice.
My knuckles are white from how tightly I’ve balled my fingers into fists but my gaze only hardens. Even my thoughts become quiet.
The stranger’s footsteps recede down the stairs, but I’ve filtered him out to fix my attention entirely on the erotic creature before me.
I don’t make a sound as I watch him jerk himself off.
I don’t break his gaze as I watch his lips part with sexy, soundless breaths—watch the lust in his eyes and energy climb higher and higher.
There’s the sound of jingling keys and a lewd huff escapes Christian’s lips just as he nears his orgasm. His energy peaks with him, a beautiful coalescence of lust, and he pulls the front of my pants down to expose my cock as his release barrels through him.
I clasp my hand around his mouth when he comes, cutting off his moans just as the front door closes behind the stranger, and his cum jets into my fucking pants. His cock rubs against mine as his cream spurts onto my body and slides down to my balls.
And my teeth grind together as I watch him come down from the high. Watch him dare me with his eyes and smile like he’s fucking pleased with himself.
Even this side of him is one I couldn’t have ever seen coming…
He’s a fucking brat.
And he has no idea what he’s just condemned himself to.
The heat inside me is an uncontrollable storm. Every muscle in my body is taut as I remove my hand from his mouth and breathe in his scent. I use my finger to collect the cum he’s painted across my skin, and I don’t break his gaze as I smear it on his lips.
“I’m going to enjoy breaking you in, baby.” My voice is barely a whisper, but even after coming, his cock still twitches between us.
When I kiss him again, his cum is mixed in with the taste of him and I’m completely drunk on it. His lower lip is so lush between my teeth I’m sure I could kiss him forever and it only takes seconds for him to melt in my hands.
He really is a slut for my kisses.
It’s not nearly enough for him when I pull away, because his mouth remains parted for me and his tongue darts out for mine again.
I step back from the erotic sight only because it's the beginning of what he deserves.
“Downstairs.” The command vibrates in my throat, but I don’t wait for him or look back as I leave the closet and head back the way we came.
Anticipation sings in my blood as we leave through the kitchen window. A fever that hasn’t yet settled beneath my skin as we scale the fence.
The moment we cross the road to where Wesley has parked, everything I kept bottled inside breaks loose.
I grab Christian by his shirt and throw him into the backseat of the jeep. He’s sprawled across the seats as he watches me with wide eyes and I wonder if he sees exactly what he’s trapped himself in here with.
“Wesley.” I shut the door behind me, and for the first time in a long time—
It feels so good to be out.
“Drive.”