Chapter Eight #3
“Don’t fucking joke about this!”
This whole situation is fucked up. I wish we could go back to when we were in LA. In a way, knowing Aki intimately without still being able to call him mine is worse than thinking he was straight.
“Are you going to get mad at me now?” He’s still teasing.
“No, but strangling you is a tempting option,” I say without looking at him.
“If you kill me, my asshole will die too, you know?”
Damn it. He’s so maddening. “That’s an incredible argument you’ve got there.” I glare at his sly smirk.
A sudden knock on the window makes me look up. Yuki is outside…on the ledge…waving his hand in the air. I quickly unlock and slide the glass to let him come inside.
“Found you!” he declares.
“Twenty-five minutes.” Aki looks at the clock on the wall.
“I would have been here sooner, but it’s chilly outside.
I lost my grip a couple of times.” He wiggles his gloved fingers before pulling down the zipper of his jacket to take out a file.
But it’s the animal clinging to his sweater that catches my attention.
It has a long pink tail and the biggest balls I’ve ever seen on a rodent.
“Is that a rat?” Aki steals the words out of my mouth.
“Yes. This is Mr. Squishy Nuts.” He pets the rat’s head.
What. The. Fuck. “It’s official, being insane is part of this family,” I declare.
“I was infesting a building.”
“Why?” As soon as I ask, I regret it.
“A job. But as soon as I saw those long, yellow teeth I couldn’t let Mr. Squishy Nuts leave. I fell heels over head for him. So now he’s my pet.”
“You fell head over heels. Not heels over head,” Aki states.
“Our heads are always above our heels, unless we constantly walk on our hands, which would be quite impressive.”
Why does he even try to reason with him?
“Is Mr. Squishy Nuts also your sidekick?” Aki extends his hand to caress the vermin.
“Still in training. He’s strangely afraid of heights, though.” Aki snorts, hearing the absurdity of Yuki’s words.
“Can we talk about the file in your hand now?” I suggest, pointing at Aki’s hand.
He opens and starts reading it. “Is it what I think it is?”
Yuki nods, zipping up his jacket again. “Yes. Opening the safe in his office was child’s play.
I made copies. First are documents that prove his manufacturing company is using cheaper materials to make the products without declaring it and pocketing the difference.
I also found circumstantial evidence that suggests Ishida-san’s embezzlement with Shanghai Construction Company.
And least, but not last, some disturbing pictures of him wearing a crotchless superman costume. ”
“Fuck, I need to bleach my eyes.” Aki dramatically closes the file. “You earned double today, cuz.”
“Did you hear that, Mr. Squishy Nuts? More mealworms for you.”
“But you are still up for that other thing,” Aki reminds him.
What other thing?
“Got it.”
“Need me to open the window?” I taunt him.
“No, I want to browse a little.”
“You mean look at shit to steal,” Aki clarifies.
In the few seconds I spent talking to Aki, Yuki’s already climbed on the table and opened the vent grate on the ceiling. With a surprisingly high jump, he grips the edge of the vent and then smoothly pulls himself up like a circus artist until he disappears inside the narrow hole.
“Later!” he says before closing the grate.
Meeting Clover the thief always feels kind of surreal, even though I’m a mafia boss’s bodyguard. My life is already quite absurd at times.
“Let’s go.” Aki turns toward the door.
I look at the time on my phone. I need to meet Joel in an hour. I have just enough time to drop Aki and go get changed.
“What are you going to do with that file?” I ask him as I call the elevator.
“This is not enough. I need more proof that Ishida-san is working with the Chinese mafia before showing it to Kumicho and then crushing them all.”
We enter the lobby, and after I grab our coats, we walk outside the hotel. Yuna and Karin are there waiting and flank us as we keep moving. Soma left with Masa, but he texted me where he parked the car. It’s in the garage on the next block.
“Where should I drop you off?”
“Oh, right you have an ice cream date.” He uses an annoying, high-pitched voice.
“Home then,” I state, not wanting to start an argument.
“A date? Sweet!” Karin declares.
“It’s with his brother,” Yuna explains, raising the shearling collar of her black leather motorcycle jacket. I don’t know how she does that, but she always seems to know more than she should.
“That’s nice too,” Karin counters with a gentle smile. Her knitted hat has a big red flower on top.
“Where’s my throne of doom when I need it?” I hear Aki saying as we reach the car. I open his door and wait for him to get in before closing it.
I turn to the girls. “Follow us and stay with him until I return.”
They bow their heads and head toward their motorcycle.
When I take the driver’s seat, Aki has his arms crossed and his head turned toward the window. The silent treatment is part of his usual tantrum, but it never lasts for long.
“I feel like takoyaki tonight,” he states. One minute and four seconds, hardly a record. “When you’re done having fun without me, bring me some.”
“Hai.”
His arm moves to the car door; his fingernails start tapping on the plastic panel. What is he planning now?
“Are you really not taking me with you?” he asks after another long pause.
“No,” I simply say, earning a huff from him.
I know how egocentric Aki is, everything usually revolves around him.
But not this time. He helped me with my brother in the past. He encouraged me, gave me advice.
But now, I need to see Joel to get reacquainted with him.
And I have to do it alone. The chances of Aki understanding that are slim.
“How about I give you something of mine to take with you?”
I frown at the windshield. What is he talking about?
“Like what?”
“I have something in mind. You just keep your eyes on the road.” His voice has turned smooth and alluring, the kind that draws people in.
His hand moves to my lap; with deft fingers, he unbuttons my jeans and pulls down the zipper.
“Akira!” His name ends with a growl as his palm wraps around my dick, immediately making it half hard.
“What, bunny? What do you want? Tell me,” he murmurs, leaning toward me while jerking me with slow, aching pumps.
When I don’t reply, he adds, “I’ll give you something you won’t forget.
” Then he bites at my neck, leaving a mark with his teeth.
And fuck, instead of feeling irritated since I know he’s doing all this in retaliation, I want to cover those lips with my cum.
I growl again, unable to help it, barely reining in my impulses as I force myself to keep my attention on driving.
As soon as my cock grows fully hard, Aki moans, stopping his hand. “God, you have a perfect specimen down here.” His fingers brush over the sticky head, spreading my precum over my length. It’s fucking torture.
“We can…get into an accident,” I try to reason with him, but it’s more to remind my brain why I should focus on the road.
He snorts. “Like I fucking care when I have your thick, long, meaty, bumpy cock hard as fuck in front of me.”
I almost spend then and there. The next moment, he bends down, and his teeth nip the tip of that well-described part of me.
“Fuck!” I jolt at the slight pain and grab a handful of his hair, pulling his head up. “You’re a…mad dog!”
He licks his lips, giving me a wolfish grin. And while his hand slides inside my boxers to grab my balls, he voices, “Try to remember it when you are out without me.”
He’s impossibly insane! I want to give him a piece of my mind, but the sound of his mellifluous voice along with his sweet scent make me forget what I was about to say and create an uncontrollable need to see him sucking my dick.
I loosen the grip on his hair, and he quickly goes back down between my legs, eyes devouring me and hot mouth about to do the same.
It’s enough to have me on the edge of madness.
Then half of my throbbing dick is quickly enveloped by hot, wet, tight suction.
Damn, he’s on my cock like a starved man.
That I like him blowing me shouldn’t be a revelation.
I like blowjobs. Always have. But there’s something incredibly different about how Aki takes me apart with his lips.
Maybe it’s the inexperienced but eager way he tries so hard to get more cock inside his mouth, or the deep moan he lets out every time I leak precum on his tongue.
Or the way his long fingers massage my balls.
Whatever it is, I’m committing every slurping sound and wet touch to memory.
Every single second of it. I’m not gonna last long, it’s too goddamn good.
A harsh noise falls out of my lips as Aki scrapes his teeth along my shaft again. My fingers tighten around his hair. Why do I like this wild part of him?
“If you are going to gobble up my cock, better make sure you swallow it all,” I snarl, driving toward a parking lot I know at this hour will be empty.
“Mm. I want it, want more, sir,” he moans, between long licks over my beads.
He wants it. Taken by the urge to dominate him, I tilt his head back, which makes his lips and throat tighten around my dick.
Fuck, yes! His contorted face. His glaring eyes.
That rabbit pendant cuff earring dangling down.
It all makes me crave him. I groan out as he continues to suck, his tongue doing something that feels fucking amazing.
My head is going stupid from the immeasurable pleasure.
That sexy whimpering thing he does creates vibrations around my cock, making it drip with more precum. A storm of pleasure threatens to overwhelm me when his mouth takes my whole shaft completely down his throat, squeezing the head, fiery heat clutching my length.
I stop the car in the parking lot on autopilot, letting out a deep groan of relief and bliss.
“You sound so fucking hot when you choke on it.” I look down at the obscene sight of his head bobbing up and down, those slutty, slurping noises are setting my balls on fire. “All the cum you want, I’ll give it to you soon. Swallow it down like a good boy.”
I set a hand on the wheel as I finally start thrusting up into his eager mouth.
I spit on the other hand and slide it inside his pants, over his ass, kneading one cheek.
I let a slick finger brush his hole and then spear inside until I find his sweet spot.
His helpless cry is muffled by my face-fucking dick.
His inner muscles squeeze around my finger, and his mouth turns into a vacuum as he starts sucking me with all he’s got.
I add another digit and keep at it, remembering how good it felt to have his tightness strangling my cock.
I want to grab his hair to guide him, but I don’t want him to turn feral and bite my cock off. Not when I’m about to unload inside his dirty mouth. So I keep ramming his throat from below as he takes it like the most skilled whore.
The scent of sex fills the car, almost overpowering my senses.
His nails suddenly find their way inside my Henley and to my chest, sinking into my flesh, clawing at it.
Goddammit, this savage side of him. I grab it and press it to the wheel, lacing our fingers together. They are warm and slightly shaking.
My blood is pumping, breath catching, I’m so close to coming.
My hips are pistoning up and down frantically now, and I pump my fingers faster and rougher inside him.
When I hear Aki’s loud orgasm booming inside the cabin, I release with a curse and a hoarse shout.
He milks my climax, not stopping even when I squeeze his fingers.
The pleasure and pain so intense that my knees shake.
He lets my cock go, and grinning, he straightens, but I keep my fingers inside his ass, grinding them.
He wiggles his hips trying to push them deeper, his smile is filthy as hell.
I stare at his parted, cum-slick lips for the briefest of moments before I grab his head, and we exchange a dirty kiss, all tongues and desire.
It tastes delicious inside his mouth. Cinnamon, Aki and me.
When I let him go, he wraps those lush lips right back around my cock, and my entire body flares to life.
“Jesus Christ, Aki.” It’s too sensitive after I came, but my length is in warm, wet heaven once again. So I can’t fucking complain. Is he trying to squeeze out more cum? My head hits the head rest.
“Want me to shoot more hot ropes down your throat?” I growl, caressing his hair. He gets so fucking submissive when we fool around—as submissive as Aki can get.
“Mm,” he moans, focusing his tongue on the beads on the sides. He’s a horny little thing. Who would have thought?
“Keep licking it clean, and when I come see you later, I’ll make the wait worth it.”
I feel him shivering. “Sounds intriguing. Does it involve two tons of matcha ice cream, a box of crayons, and a tennis ball?”
For a moment, I try to imagine how we could use those items in a sexual setting, but I quickly give up. “I have something different in mind.” Something I never thought I’d do with him.
“Alright.” His eyes turn wicked. “Seeing you lost to pleasure when you are always so composed, it's such a turn-on, baby bunny.”
I huff. “Do you want my cock to shrivel and die? Stop calling me that!”
He hums around the tip and then pushes back into his seat. I let him go and we start fixing our clothes.
“So, will you think of me while you are away?” he asks in a teasing tone.
I feel my hands squeezing the wheel.
I always do. How can I not? He’s life and breath to me.