Chapter Xavier #2
When I undo his pants to slip my hand inside, he hesitates. It’s an unusual enough response from him that I do too. I slide my lips across his until I meet the corner of his mouth.
“You want this, Hunter,” I whisper harshly. “You need it as much as I do. Don’t lie to me and say you don’t.” He can lie to himself if he wants to, but he’s not leaving until he’s come all over my hand.
Hunter glances to the side, where Miles is standing guard. My most trusted employee makes no moves to give us any semblance of privacy. And he won’t. He’ll watch every second of it if only to ensure that I’m not in any danger. He takes his job seriously.
“Afraid of an audience, love?” I drag my lips along his jaw and down his neck. “Miles isn’t going anywhere, and you? I’m going to make you come all over my hand, with my name on your lips. And then I’m going to make you lick it off and clean me up.”
Hunter’s breath hitches. This time when I slide my hand into his pants to pull out his cock, he doesn’t stop me.
I wrap my hand around his thick, hard length and give it a slow jerk.
Our eyes meet, automatically searching for one another.
Electricity arcs between us, just like it did the very first moment I laid eyes on him.
I was wrong not to treat him like a precious jewel from the moment we met.
For real. He was never the pawn I made him.
I love the way his cock looks beneath my palm moving up and down his shaft.
Mouthwatering. Earth-shattering. The thick plain platinum band on my thumb glides easily over him, but he’ll feel every horizontal groove of the ring on my middle finger.
The white centre stone and black-onyx accent stone stand out, and I twist my wrist to make sure he gets the full effect.
As much as I enjoy watching myself exploring the length of him, I love more the expression on his face.
This is when he lets go, when those guarded walls crash down around him, and he has no defences against me.
Glazed eyes, flushed cheeks, mouth open with small, hitched gasps while I work him over.
“You’re beautiful like this,” I murmur, voice husky. His eyes darken at every word. “So eager and ready for me. You love this, don’t you?”
He doesn’t answer, but the way his eyes darken at every word tells me he’s not immune to any of it. I speed up, and he clutches at my forearm on a shuddered breath, nails digging into my suit jacket, wrinkling it.
Squeezing around him and adding pressure, I kiss his chin before licking his bottom lip, tasting those sweet sounds.
“You’re trembling for me, leaking for me.
” To prove the point, I thumb his head, spreading the thick precum over his silky skin.
“I want to hear you say it. Tell me how much you love it. How much you need it.”
His uneven breathing ghosts over me. “I—I need—Xavier, please.”
I lick the corner of his mouth. “Hearing you beg for me is a dream, Hunter, but it’s not what I asked for. Give me what I want, and I’ll give you what you want.”
His head turns, open mouth hot and wet against my cheek. “I love it,” he whispers hoarsely. “I need it. Make me come.”
Like music to my ears. Our mouths meet in a hungry clash of teeth and tongues. He moans, leaning hard into me, the movements of his tongue urgent and erratic. His hips snap forward, fucking himself into my hand.
The way he’s greedily soaking up every bit of my attention is my oxygen. It would be so easy to finish him now and send him over the edge. But I’m not quite done yet, and I enjoy making him wait for it.
“How do you feel about our audience now?” I ask, with a sly smile against his lips.
Back in the beginning, before ugly truths came to life and destroyed everything, Miles would never have breached my privacy like this.
There was no danger before, not from Hunter.
He didn’t know the truth. He didn’t hate me.
Now Miles won’t leave my side, not when Hunter or anyone even remotely hazardous to my health is in my vicinity.
Hunter falters, though his hips don’t stop moving against the hand I’m stroking him with, like they have minds of their own, too far gone to care about our surroundings. “Just finish this,” Hunter says, strained.
No, I don’t think so.
Hunter lets out a surprised cry when I abruptly turn him around, lining his back against my chest. My hand is back on his cock in an instant, my own erection snug against his ass.
“Keep your eyes open,” I order, lips pressed to his ear.
He can’t ignore that Miles is here, not when the man is standing right in front of his field of vision.
If it were anyone else, I wouldn’t allow this.
No one gets to see Hunter like this, not when I have a choice.
Miles isn’t just my right hand; he’s an extension of it.
The only person in the world I trust without question.
He gets this privilege.
I meet Miles’ impassive stare, looking to the world as though none of this affects him.
He’s too good at closing himself off to ever let anyone see what he doesn’t want them to.
I fist Hunter harder, faster. I can tell he’s close by how much easier it is to glide up and down his shaft. There’s no drag, only slick.
“Watch him.” They both obey the command, Miles’ dark eyes flitting to Hunter at the same time Hunter’s head shifts imperceptibly. “He’s watching you come apart in my arms. He can see how greedy you are for it, how eagerly you fuck my hand.”
Hunter reaches back, grasping my shirt. The sound he makes goes straight to my dick as does the way he pulses in my hand. So needy, so fucking perfect.
“You like it, don’t you?” I tug his earlobe between my teeth. He isn’t just tolerating this because I told him to—though I know he would. He’s getting off on it. I want to be inside him so badly, fuck him over this desk and make him come a few more times.
I know he won’t allow it, and I should make the most of having him in my arms. And how unbelievably good he smells. A soft mix of vanilla and sandalwood, sweetness lingering in the air. He knows exactly what I like, and he teases me with it.
“He can see your hard dick and how good I’m working you over.” I bite down on the curve of Hunter’s neck, sucking and bringing blood rushing to the surface. Hunter gasps and rocks back, pushing his ass harder against me. He doesn’t look away from Miles, obeying my order so beautifully.
“Come for me, love. Let me make you feel good.” Let me love you.
His fists twist my shirt, tightening it over my stomach. His cock throbs in my hand. So very close to orgasm, I can almost taste the desperate need.
“Now, Hunter, with your name on my lips.”
He immediately spills over my hand, his passionate cry filling the room. The sound of it will keep me company until I can touch him again.
He collapses fully against me, head against my shoulder. The weight of him is a comfort I wish I had every night. Memories can only keep me so warm, and I only have myself to blame for the loss.
“I believe I told you what happens next.” He grasps my wrist, halting me when I lift it. Will he stop me?
He knows that the second he says no, this all ends. I’ll spend the rest of my life showing him that he can trust me.
Will he give in anyway?
My heart leaps into my throat like a hammering beat when he brings my hand closer and slides his tongue up my thumb, cleaning the line of cum trickling down it.
He laps up the rest of it, going as far as tracing around my rings.
Thorough. Erotic. Enough to almost make me come in my pants, completely untouched, with all semblance of control gone.
I twist his head to get my mouth over his, hungrily kissing him, a brutal demand for surrender that he reciprocates. We swap the taste of him between us until there’s nothing left.
Trailing the tips of my fingers down his cheek, I linger, revelling in the softness of him. A sweetness I know he won’t allow long, ever eager to put distance between us. I can see it already in his green eyes as he takes a step back, hastily tucking himself back into his pants.
Back to our corners, then.
His breathing is still harsh, loud in the quiet room. It doesn’t stop him from speaking as if nothing out of the ordinary occurred. “I want it back.”
“Orgasms don’t work like that,” I say, knowing full well what he’s talking about.
Hunter ignores the sarcasm and holds out a hand to Miles. “The finger.”
I don’t miss the way he won’t meet Miles’ eyes and the tinge of red spread over his cheeks. Embarrassed now, is he? Bit late for that.
“No,” Miles answers, no inflection in his voice.
“This no longer concerns either of you.”
Bracing my hands on the edge of the desk, I lean back. “We’ll let you know when we turn up information on the unfortunate owner.”
“If you didn’t send it, then it has nothing to do with you,” Hunter insists. “Jericho and I will handle it.”
I’m sure they’re perfectly capable. But that’s not how this is going to work.
“With our assistance,” I say smoothly. If he thinks that I’m going to stay out of this, clearly his brains are still down in his dick.
“Non-negotiable. You either cooperate with us, or we’ll deal with it on our own. It no longer concerns you.”
Whoever was sick enough to send such a gift to Hunter will be disposed of my way. There will be no authorities involved in this one. No room for morals, not when it involves Hunter’s safety.
The man in question scowls at me, like he wishes he could eviscerate me with his gaze alone. “You’re a real piece of work.”
It’s not a compliment. I say, “Thank you,” anyway because in my line of work, it certainly is.
“Stay out of this,” Hunter snarls, stalking towards the door. At my nod, Miles steps out of the way, allowing him to pass and leave the room.
“Should I escort him out?”
I glance at my monitor, where I can see Hunter already waiting for the elevator, his back stiff. Guards well and truly back up. I hate the sight of it.
“No, he can find his way out.” My cock still throbs, aching for the feel of him. A kind of pain that never really eases. “Miles.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Watch him. Protect him like you would me. If you see someone following him or taking any untoward interest in him?” I meet his dangerous dark gaze, one willing to follow any order that I give him. “Kill them.”