Chapter 4
Kota looked up at Walker with big saucer eyes that made him look like an adorable cartoon rodent.
He was still clinging to Walker’s shirt, lower lip slightly pooched out.
Was he…pouting? Was he trying to seduce him?
Walker would have said he was immune to such antics had anyone asked him ten minutes ago, but now, he wasn’t so sure.
The more fragile Kota seemed, the more this almost animalistic need to possess him stirred within Walker. He didn’t know if he wanted to fuck him or protect him. Or both. What was it about this kid that had Walker’s brain scrambled in such a short amount of time?
Maybe it was the way Kota looked at him like he was something worth trusting. Maybe it was the way he kept reaching for Walker despite knowing exactly what he was.
Walker’s hand floated to Kota’s cheek, cupping it, his blood starting to heat up. “You need to stop looking up at me like that, squirrel,” he warned. “You’re gonna trigger instincts I’ve worked very, very hard to keep in check.”
If he thought this confession would scare Kota, he was wrong.
The boy’s pupils blew wide, lips parting as his breath quickened. “You said you weren’t gonna kill me,” he reminded, tone somewhere between teasing and hopeful.
Walker shoved him against the cool tile walls, propping an arm over Kota’s head, crowding into his space.
He closed the distance until they were close enough to share breath.
The bathroom suddenly felt too small, the air thick with humidity and anticipation.
“I also told you that the concern wasn’t killing you…
” He let the word linger for a moment. “It was eating you.”
He made sure Kota understood the connotation. He watched his throat bob as he swallowed audibly.
“You said consume, actually…consume me,” he countered breathlessly. “And I’m…not opposed to that option.”
The admission came out shaky, but there was no hesitation behind it.
God, he was expressive. Every thought, every feeling seemed to flicker across his face before he could hide it.
Walker gripped his chin, tipping it upwards, searching his face. Kota stared up at him, lips parting again, pretty pink tongue darting out to wet his slightly chapped lower lip.
Walker chased the motion, licking slowly across the seam of his lips, before retreating just a bit. “You taste like maple syrup,” he murmured, savoring the sticky sweetness clinging to his skin.
Kota’s whine went straight to Walker’s dick. He pushed up onto his toes, capturing Walker’s bottom lip between his own and sucking it for just a second, like he was retaliating. “And you taste like burnt coffee.”
Walker smirked at him. “Is that a fact?”
Kota nodded slowly, maintaining eye contact. “Yup.”
He took an exaggerated step back. “Well, then I guess I shouldn’t—”
Kota fisted his shirt, yanking him back into his space. “No, no, no, no. Don’t leave me.”
The desperation in the response hit Walker like a shot of adrenaline.
He chuckled, finally connecting their mouths in a kiss that had Kota whimpering. He gripped the boy’s wrists, pinning them over his head, as he fucked his tongue deeper.
Kota’s head clunked against the wall, tongue timid as it moved over his. The little sounds of surprise he made encouraged Walker to keep kissing him.
“For someone who claimed he wasn’t innocent, you sure kiss like a nervous virgin,” Walker murmured, pressing his thigh between Kota’s parted legs. Something clenched in his gut when Kota ground against him.
“To be fair, I’ve never kissed a killer before,” he said as he pulled Walker back in.
His attempt at humor was ruined by how breathless he sounded.
Each kiss lingered a little longer, went a little deeper, a little dirtier, Kota needily rutting against his leg like a puppy. Walker could feel the tension bleeding out with every passing second, Kota slowly melting beneath his hands.
“I’ll go nice and slow,” Walker said, sliding his hands down to his ass, squeezing firmly to help him find a rhythm.
The promise seemed to relax Kota more than anything else had all night. Walker wasn’t lying either; he forced Kota’s hips into a slow roll, addicted to the tiny gasps of pleasure that escaped each time the pressure got to be too much.
“How—How long are we allowed to be here?” Kota asked.
His voice came out shaky, breathless from kissing, his chest rising and falling a little too fast.
“Long enough for me to get you off and still let you shower,” Walker promised, biting at his lips until they were raw and swollen.
Kota gave him a look that seemed equal parts anticipation and nerves.
“Oh…” Kota managed, biting his lip as Walker dropped to his knees.
He looked shocked, like the sight of Walker lowering himself in front of him sent a rush of disbelief through him.
Walker made short work of Kota’s button and zipper, then dragged his jeans and underwear down to his ankles.
He was fully hard, his cock flushed a deep red and straining, already wet at the tip.
Walker watched as the cool air against the boy’s overheated skin made him shiver.
His fingers found Walker’s shoulders absently—not to push him away, but like he needed something solid to hold on to.
Walker glanced up briefly, meeting his gaze, a low growl escaping at what he saw. Kota was panting, staring down at him with wide eyes and spit-slicked lips. How could anyone look so innocent with their dick out?
Walker wrapped his hand around him, the skin scorching.
Kota made the sexiest little noise when the older man stroked him slowly.
The flustered look on his face made Walker feel like a monster, like a wolf taking advantage of a bunny.
It seemed wrong for someone with as many sins as Walker to be able to touch someone as sweet and trusting as Kota.
Somehow, that made it more of a turn on for him.
Walker wasn’t a good guy. He didn’t even try to be.
He’d spent most of his life taking what he wanted, consequences be damned.
And he’d take Kota, too. He’d take him and use him over and over until Kota knew nothing but Walker, wanted nobody else but him.
He’d make himself Kota’s protector, his keeper, the only one who could satisfy him in every conceivable way.
In exchange, Kota just had to give him everything. Trust him. Love him. Worship him.
Was that too much to ask?
Walker tipped his head up, locking eyes with Kota before running his tongue over the length of him, tongue teasing at his slit, tasting the bitterness there before he swallowed him down. Kota gasped, knocking Walker’s hat to the floor to grip his hair with both hands, holding tight.
Walker bobbed his head, groaning around the younger man each time Kota tugged on his hair hard enough to hurt.
He wasn’t overly large, not compared to Walker, but whenever his cock hit the back of Walker’s throat, he would cough, dragging sweet little cries from Kota, who seemed lost to the sensations he was experiencing.
Kota lost all decorum quickly, pulling Walker closer as he thrust deep enough to make him gag, the wet sound reverberating off the tiles. Walker let him fuck his mouth before pinning his hips to the wall. He pulled off to look up at him, his expression stern.
“Hold still,” he warned.
“I’m trying,” Kota whined. “It just feels so good. Don’t stop.”
Walker hated how much his whining turned him on. “Is that how you ask for something, squirrel?”
Kota released a shaky little sob that went straight to Walker’s own neglected dick. “I’m sorry. Please. Please, don’t stop. It feels so good…too good. I love it so much.”
Walker’s nostrils flared as Kota’s unfiltered thoughts escaped. “Yeah?”
Kota nodded emphatically, his hips still trying to work his cock back into Walker’s mouth.
“Behave yourself,” Walker said, rubbing his thumb over Kota’s leaking tip, digging his blunt nail into the slit until he cried out.
“I’m trying,” Kota said, “but you’re taking too long. Do you know how long it’s been since someone’s touched me like this?”
The idea of someone else touching Kota knocked loose an almost animalistic growl. “How long?”
Kota’s cheeks flushed, eyes widening at Walker’s clear displeasure. “Too long. Never mind. Just stop stopping. Please. Please. Please.”
Amusement and jealousy warred within Walker, but finally, he said, “Okay, squirrel. Show me how fast you can come.”
Walker took him back into his mouth, hollowing his cheeks as he worked over him.
Kota was almost dead weight, slumped against the wall, only Walker’s hand on his hip keeping him upright.
His low moans punched straight through Walker’s restraint, making him want to spin Kota around and fuck him against the wall.
Would he cry? Would he beg like he had a minute ago?
Would he let Walker do whatever he wanted with him?
Fuck.
Kota was unraveling, his hands clenching and unclenching in Walker’s hair, his hips desperately trying to thrust deeper into the warm suction of Walker’s mouth. After his fourth or fifth frustrated whine, Walker stopped restraining him, letting him fuck into his mouth with abandon.
There was no finesse, no concern for Walker’s comfort. Kota chased his own orgasm, sexy little sobs and cries escaping every time he hit the back of Walker’s throat.
Walker groaned, then hummed around him, grabbing Kota’s bare ass and helping him use his mouth roughly.
“Oh, oh, God. I’m… Walker… Oh, my God…please…please…” he babbled. “I’m so close. I’m so—I’m so… Oh, fuck, coming—”
That was the only warning he had before Kota flooded his mouth. Walker swallowed it all, savoring it like it was something sacred. When he sat back, Kota looked down at him from beneath heavy lids.
Walker picked up his hat and stood. “Enjoy your shower. I’m gonna get you some clothes from the truck.”
Kota just blinked at him for a long minute before he nodded, chest heaving. He blinked at him owlishly for a moment before saying, “Yeah, okay.”