Chapter 12 #2
“It wasn’t the worst,” I say. “I didn’t have it as bad as someone like Lucian, but it wasn’t a walk in the park.
When I turned thirteen, I stopped being placed and was just raised in the group home.
It was your standard fare—not enough food, clothes too small, and resources limited.
But it was better than abuse. Lucian stopped going when he was fifteen, and we spent the last few years doing all kinds of odd jobs and filling out tons of scholarships so we could go to college and get away from our bullshit lives. We made it out. Not many do.”
Menace threads our fingers together, a soft smile pulled at his lips.
“I’m glad you did. It’s nice that you two had each other.
I didn’t have many friends growing up. The one I had, we lost touch when I started modeling.
We occasionally fill each other in on our lives, but we moved in different directions. ”
“Is he jealous of your success?”
He shakes his head. “No, the opposite. He’s glad I got out of the hellhole we were mired in.
I helped him move out of the trailer park we were raised in as soon as I got my first check from a brand deal, and he’s living comfortably now that he doesn’t have to worry about being trapped in an alcohol-infested hovel. ”
Turning so I can face him more fully, I ask, “Did he ever join you on outings or anything?”
“No. He likes his anonymity and I respect it. But from the way you describe your relationship with Lucian, I don’t think the two of us were as close as your friendship.”
“Did you kill together?” I ask with a grin.
“Not even close.” Menace grips my chin and pulls me closer, kissing me soundly.
I chase his mouth, deepening the kiss until I’m practically on his lap.
When I break the kiss, I ask, “How far to your place?” I lick along his cheek, tasting sweat and desire, making my cock throb in my pants.
“Twenty minutes,” he groans as I flex my fingers on his dick.
“I have plans for you that might take the entire twenty.” I murmur, grasping his cock through his pants.
“Make em count, little psycho.”
“I plan to.” I nose up his throat, then bite down at his flesh. Menace’s rumbling groan shakes the windows. I smile against him as I undo his pants.
My hand is greedy as I shove it inside, grabbing his steel hard cock. It feels like velvet in my hand, hot skin nestled in my palm.
“You feel good,” I whisper as I stroke him, “I’d rather taste you, though.”
“I’m not stopping you,” he quips.
“Drive,” I say as I pull him from his pants and adjust myself in my seat. “I wanna see if I can get you off before we get to your place.”
“Bet,” he says, putting the key in the ignition and starting the car. It wakes with a purr, the soft hum the perfect backdrop for what I plan to do.
When Menace shifts his car into drive, I wrap my lips around his crown, sucking softly. Precum leaks into my mouth and I tighten my suction to pull more out of him.
Menace curses and puts his hand on the back of my head, threading his fingers in my hair and yanking just a little. I mewl at the soft bite of pain, the sensation going straight to my balls, tightening them to my body.
Slowly, I sink down, swallowing as I suck in inch after inch of him until I’m brushing the top of his slacks. My mouth is stretched to bursting.
He tastes so fucking good, like warm skin, a hint of sweat and man, with a side of danger.
It’s a wonder Menace fools anyone around him.
He looks, tastes, and smells like danger, like a man that will end a person’s existence and have tea after with blood still on his hands.
Maybe I see it because he’s just like me.
Maybe that’s why we clicked so easily, so quickly.
Even without speaking, he knew who I was, just like I knew him.
The stare we shared the night of the charity gala spoke volumes. Even looking back at some of the photos taken that night, I could see the darkness radiating off him in waves. Especially at the images that showed him looking at me, a slight smirk on his face.
He’s like me—a killer that blends in, danger personified. It’s fucking intoxicating to be with someone I don’t have to hide from, someone that can see the real me and not shy away in fear. Someone that knows what it’s like to take a life and how fucking arousing it is to have that much power.
Menace’s hard hand in my hair brings me back to what I’m doing, trying to drag me off his dick. Yeah, that’s not going to happen. I’m going to pull this orgasm from him if it’s the last thing I do.
I make a tsking sound around his shaft and Menace curses loudly as his dick twitches. More precum leaks into my mouth as I pick up the pace, making obscene noises as I take him into my throat. I swallow convulsively, letting the sensation ripple around his cockhead to drive him wild.
My free hand cups his balls through his pants, pressing down enough for him to know I’m there, for that small zing to send shivers down his spine.
“Fucking hell,” he curses, his hips thrusting up as the car picks up speed. “Fuck, I’m not…I’m not gonna last ‘til we get home.” His hand leaves my hair and shoves down my pants, finding my hole.
I widen my legs and arch my back so he can play with me while I get him off.
He circles my rim before shoving inside up to the knuckle. It’s dry and the pain makes me hiss, but that doesn’t stop me from fucking back against the digit, wanting more.
Menace removes his fingers, spits, then pushes it back in, going all the way to the hilt. I pull off his dick and mewl, rolling my hips to take him further.
“Fuck this,” Menace says and jerks the wheel to the right. He makes another turn, then puts the car in park. Before I have time to do anything but look at him in surprise, he has his pants around his ankles and pulls me into his lap.
I chuckle at the absolute feral look on his face, how his eyes flash with lust and his lips part as he pants. He looks fucking undone and it’s because of me. I’ll never get tired of seeing someone so completely debauched because of my mouth or my hands or my ass.
“Pants off, now,” he growls and I struggle to get my legs out without leaving his lap.
Menace growls in frustration and reaches into his center console and pulls out a switchblade. He pops it open quickly and cuts my pants off down the back, nicking a piece of my exposed flesh. I hiss, but not in pain. The small cut hurts so good, blood trickling down my ass cheek.
Gripping the sides of my pants, Menace pulls, freeing me from the tight confines.
With lube he got from god knows where, he drizzles some on his fingers and stuffs two inside me.
I arch and gasp at the sharp intrusion, but that doesn’t stop my hips from rocking, from meeting the thrusts of his hand.
He watches me, eyes half lidded. I meet his gaze, showing him exactly how good he’s making me feel. This isn’t about getting to know each other or learning the other’s body. This is about getting what we both wanted the moment I took his cock into my mouth.
This is about satisfaction on a primal level.
I reach back and remove Menace’s fingers, done with prep.
Lining his dick up with my throbbing hole, I sink down, taking in his hot, hard dick one deliberate inch at a time.
Menace bites his bottom lip, the plump flesh pulled tight between his teeth as I slowly lower myself. God, he’s fucking thick. His crown alone is practically splitting me open, but I’m not a fucking quitter.
Gripping his shoulders, I sink down quickly on the last few inches, breath exploding out of my body when he’s fully seated within me.
“Fucking Christ,” Menace rasps, his hand going around my back, landing on the fresh cut he gave me. “The fucking stranglehold you have on my dick.”
I breathe a laugh, trying to catch my breath. “Would you rather I didn’t?”
“Nah, I want it. So fucking bad. I…goddamn!” I roll my hips experimentally, feeling the drag of his cock against my walls in the most delicious way.
A smile blooms over my face as I ride him slowly, allowing my body time to adjust to his monster cock. It’s almost not fair for him to be good looking, fit as fuck, a model, and have a big dick.
Menace holds my hips tight as he thrusts up, following my lead. He’s not a man that will do this very often, so I’m going to take advantage of it.
I ride him slowly for a bit longer, then that familiar feeling swirls in my belly. The feeling of my orgasm rushing through me and pushing me to chase it, to get to that finish line.
Almost as if they have a mind of their own, my hips move faster, rolling as I ride Menace like a fucking pony. Our moans fill the car as I watch fucking bliss bloom over his features.
I can’t help but slam my mouth down on his, kissing him hard and deep as I fuck him the same way. Menace’s hands tighten on my waist, almost bruising, and I moan in his mouth, loving the pain, loving how he’s making me feel.
Breaking the kiss, Menace brings his hand to my face, leaving wetness on my cheeks. He smiles as he rubs over the spot, a glint creeping into his eyes. “You look good with blood on you,” he drawls, then stuffs his fingers into his mouth.
Holy fuck, why is that so fucking hot? Why is—
Menace pulls me down to his mouth and the moment my coppery taste hits my tongue, I’m fucking done.
My hips stutter as my orgasm shoots out of me, wetting his front.
He pulls his mouth away and bites my bottom lip hard enough to draw blood, then he laps it up, pushing it back into my mouth. My orgasm is never fucking ending.
When I’m wrung dry, Menace lets out a grunt that blasts through me and his hand on my hip is so tight, he might leave fingerprints behind.
Swallowing roughly, I lean my head against his shoulder and fight to catch my breath. That was the hottest fucking experience of my life, second only to Menace jerking me off next to Todd’s corpse. Our first time was good, but nothing like this.
He’s so fucking perfect and so fucking mine.
Menace tips my head up so I can meet his eyes. They bounce between my gaze and my bleeding mouth, a flash of desire creeping back into them. “We didn’t make it home.”
I grin and lick my lips, loving how he tracks the movement. “You up for round two?”
His grin is fucking predatory and my cock gives a hearty twitch. “Can your ass handle that? The first time I had you repeatedly in one night, you were walking like a baby calf.”
I lower my mouth to his, kissing him slowly, tangling my tongue with his. Menace thrusts into me shallowly, his half hard cock still hitting that spot inside me.
“I can take it,” I pant, resting my forehead against his. “Stretch me out on your bed and make me scream your name.”
“Challenge fucking accepted.”