Chapter 4 Ryker #3
I adjust the cap on my head. “Yeah, I know NB has facial recognition and cameras. I also know that it would take way too many man hours to figure out who the guy in the cap is, that Markus won’t remember more except for ‘white guy with a tourist cap delivering pizza,’ and that if you try to get me pulled in for anything, there’s going to be a nice little tip about what might have happened to Tim Pollard. ”
Liam licks his lips. “Untie me,” he demands. “I’m not a good enough liar to come up with an excuse about why I ended up zip tied and left for dead.”
“Left for dead?” I chuckle softly. “Left for dead would be if somebody tied a rope around your neck, waited until you were completely out of air, and then wrapped some fucking toilet paper around it.”
“Dying of boredom is a thing,” Liam retorts. “But seriously, Rider. How the hell am I supposed to get out of these? I’d need some kind of excuse. Come onnn.”
“Call one of your friends,” I suggest. “You can tell them the hookup went very wrong. You were hard throughout all of it anyway.”
He rolls his eyes. “So you expect me to grab my phone with my hands behind my back, blindly figure out how to navigate to my contacts, call someone, wait for them to get past the front desk to try to come in through my front door and free me?” he lists out.
“Or do you want Markus to ask questions, when I already pretty much told him I was being held hostage? If he’s not too dumb to figure out the code, anyway. ”
“You told him I was being held hostage,” I answer with a smirk. “And when I go down there, I’ll tell him you’re a fucking pain in the ass who doesn’t take no for an answer, which he’ll agree with.”
Liam scoffs. “Untie me,” he orders again, standing up. “Or at least re-tie me with my hands in front of me. For fuck’s sake, Ryker. You’re already a pain in the ass, and not in the fun way. Don’t ruin my day completely.”
I burst out laughing. “I’m the pain in the ass?” I set the pizza down, then get closer to him again. Before he has time to react, I sweep his legs out from underneath him.
He lands with a hard grunt onto his knees. “Fuck!”
I grip his hair and shake him. “You really think you can get everything you want? That the world will rearrange itself for you? That’s another reason why you’ll end up getting caught.”
“Then teach me!” he says, looking up at me. His expression has gone from haughty to desperate. “I need to learn, right? So teach me.”
“There’s nothing I can—” Before I finish my sentence, Liam leans forward and nuzzles my crotch.
I inhale sharply.
He mouths along the seam of my jeans. “Come on,” he says breathlessly. “I’m good for it.”
I loosen my hold on his hair, and he kisses the inside of my thigh. He keeps going down, awkward though it is, until he’s kissing my shoes.
Fuck.
He looks amazing down there.
Liam raises his head and looks at me with his dark eyes. “Please, Ryker. Teach me. I’ll do anything.”
“Anything’s a fucking stupid thing to promise,” I say, but I also feel myself giving in.
It’s been a while since I fucked somebody.
Most of the time, I jerk off in hotel rooms while fantasizing about my recent kills.
“So? We already know I’m stupid,” he says, nuzzling against one of my ankles. “What’s one more stupid thing for the day? Please. Let me suck you. Let me show you the best blowjob of your fucking life.”
I take a breath.
“Yeah, fine,” I grumble. I grab Liam’s arm and drag him back to the couch. I sit down on the couch and undo my belt and zipper so I can pull my cock out. “This had better be good, brat.”
“Oh, it will be,” he assures me as he gets settled in front of me. He nudges my cock with his face, licking a long line along it. “This would be even better if I had my hands…”
“No,” I say flatly. “If you’re good, I’ll cut the ties before I leave.”
Liam shrugs, then leans down again, rubbing his face against it and breathing in deeply. “Perfect,” he murmurs, licking again before shifting so he can take the tip of my cock into his mouth and suck it in deeper.
I groan at the sudden heat and warmth.
It’s different from my hand, so much more immediate.
So much more surprising, too, with how he uses his tongue to push against the vein, or how he runs it along the foreskin as I begin to harden.
“Guess there’s one thing your mouth is good for,” I say, twisting my fingers in his hair and forcing his mouth farther down my length.
He takes it without complaint.
I doubt I’m the first person to want to shut him up with a cock in his mouth, and I’m obviously far from the first person he’s taken this way.
Even when the head of my cock bumps against the back of his throat, he doesn’t pull away. If anything, he chases the feeling. As my cock thickens in his mouth, he has to work harder to lick along the underside, but he increases the suction to compensate for it.
“I really should murder you,” I mumble as I hold him down. “I wonder what the news would say about you. Choked to death on cock.”
Liam groans, but he only pushes harder until my cock penetrates his throat and he gags.
Of course the brat would get off on the idea of being choked like this.
I let him sit there, his throat constricting beautifully around the head of my cock, for a few seconds before I grab his hair and pull him back.
Liam inhales loudly, wetly, his entire face red and a few tears leaking from his eyes.
“Fucking idiot,” I mutter, but my voice is softer.
“That’s me,” he agrees, peering up at me. “Why’d you stop me? I was just starting to get into it.”
“Because if you actually choked and died, I’d have a hell of a time with clean-up,” I answer. “Now get back to work. I’m coming down your fucking throat, you brat.”
Liam laughs, breathless, and lowers his head again. This time, he ends up with a wet cheek from saliva and precum running against his cheek, but he finally gets my slick cock into his mouth.
I wonder how much better it would feel with his hands in play, too.
I’m not letting Liam have his hands free while we’re in this position, though. He’d definitely have to earn that.
…Earn it, like this is more than a one-time thing.
Liam increases the suction, and I moan, sinking deeper into his mouth. The sounds he’s making are impossibly loud, like he’s trying to broadcast this all the way down to the lobby for Markus to overhear.
The pleasure races through me, and I tighten my hold on his hair and thrust in and out, brutally fucking his face and not giving a single shit if he can breathe at this point. His teeth graze my cock, but even that doesn’t do anything to detract from the pleasure.
I swallow a cry as orgasm overtakes me. I pull out just enough that he can breathe again, but he’s forced to swallow quickly as I shoot cum down his throat.
He keeps sucking until I’m too oversensitive to handle more, and I shove him away.
“Aww, I wasn’t done,” he says with a pout, his voice rasping.
I take a few heavy breaths, then reach down to tuck myself away. My eyes land on Liam’s crotch, where I can see the obvious tenting.
“I should leave you like that,” I say, pointing.
He lets out a quiet whine. “No. No, you shouldn’t. That’s just cruel and unusual punishment. I want to masturbate with the taste of your cum on my tongue, while you’re here to watch.” He gives me a lazy once-over. “Would you like that?”
That would involve cutting him free, but it also means I’m not the one touching him.
Maybe he has a few cells in his brain after all.
I roll my eyes and haul him up to the couch, forcing him face down over my lap. Liam gasps and raises his ass up.
He also grinds his erection against my thigh.
“You’re like a dog,” I say as I yank his wrists higher.
He groans, still rutting against me. “I could come this way, too,” he tells me. “Would you like that? Knowing you made me come in my pants because I was just too horny for you?”
“I’m going to forget about this as soon as I’m out the door,” I say glibly. I reach into my trouser pocket and pull out my utility knife.
It’s not one of the knives I’ve ever used to cut anyone up. It’s there for exactly what its name implies: utility. That’s cutting ropes, packages, tape, or maybe zip ties.
“Hold still if you don’t want me to slit your wrists,” I say as I lay the blade against the plastic ties.
“I don’t think you will,” Liam replies. Somewhat to my surprise, he complies and goes still.
So he can follow instructions after all. I cut the plastic apart. His pale skin has red lines on it already from his writhing around.
“You’d look hot all pale and with more red marks,” I say, pushing down against the lines.
“Yeah?” he asks, his hips moving again as he rubs against my lap. “What kind of marks? You want to cut me ‘til I bleed? Tie me up tighter?” He laughs, the sound high and wild. “Do it. Do all of it.”
I bite down another smile, then haul him upright again. Liam turns his head to try to kiss me, but I shove him back onto the couch.
“You said you were going to jerk off. Do it,” I hiss.
Liam shudders, hurrying to obey. He has his jeans and underwear down in record time, and his hand grips his cock.
I note the details—the neatly-trimmed pubic hair, the way his circumcised cock strains in his hand—and he groans as he starts to fuck his hand.
“You’re totally gonna remember me,” he says, breathless but certain. “And you’re gonna come back, too.”
I snort and shake my head. “No. Getting close to you means I’d come under scrutiny, Liam Cohen. You have public social media accounts. With tens of thousands of followers.”
“It’s true,” he pants. “I do. And you would. But wouldn’t that make it even more exciting?
People whispering about the new man at my side, wanting to know all about you?
While you think about what they might look like when the life leaves their eyes…
” He groans again, his eyes fluttering closed.
“I always thought it was just a saying. But it’s so much better than that. ”
“You’d murder one of your hangers-on? Yeah, you’re an idiot.” I reach out and grip his jaw tightly, forcing him to look me in the eyes. “You’re going to get yourself arrested. You get that?”
“You keep saying that,” Liam mumbles, his body tensing as he tilts his head so he can lock eyes with me. Arousal makes the brilliant blue color even more vibrant. “Maybe I am an idiot. But that’s why I need a teacher. That’s why I need you.”
“Come,” I order, pushing into his cheeks to force his mouth open.
He doesn’t quite come on command, but his breathing gets more labored, and his frantic jerking off gets more desperate. Then he’s coming all over his hand and shirt with a cry, leaving a mess behind.
I let go of him. My thumb left a dark bruise on his jaw, and I wonder how he’s going to explain that away to anyone.
“I’d better not hear about you again,” I say as I get up. “Especially not in a trash podcast like Cereals & Serials. Christ.”
He laughs, the sound drunken and giddy. “Visit me again, and you won’t.”
“We’ll see how I feel next time I’m in New Bristol.” I glance around until I see the keys hanging on the hooks near the door. I take the full set and stuff them into my pocket. “Don’t change your locks.”
“You assume I have spare keys and won’t have to,” Liam says, collapsing back against the couch.
“One regular key, one electronic key? Yeah, there’s a spare somewhere.” I wave. “Enjoy the pizza.”
“Wait! What’s your full name though?” Liam asks.
“Ryker,” I answer. “Now go shower. You’re fucking filthy.” I step out of the door and shut it behind me. I wait several seconds, wondering if he’ll attempt to follow.
Nothing.
Maybe for once in his life, he’s being obedient.
I go to the elevator, and I can’t stop myself from grinning.
This might have been a better diversion than the art gallery.