Chapter 28 - Ryker #2
Liam watches my bloody hands, and he reaches out so he can stroke them. “This is amazing,” he says in a hushed voice. “I’ve been missing out.”
But we both know he’s not capable of cleaning up a crime scene like this.
Not alone.
I grab Liam and pull him against my chest. My erection—of course I’m hard—pushes against his stomach as I kiss him.
“You’re so fucking lucky, you little brat,” I whisper against his lips.
“I am,” he agrees, kissing me hungrily. “So lucky.” He pulls back, sobering slightly. “He wouldn’t have been able to take me in as beaten up as I am. He had to know that.”
“You’d be surprised what the cops get away with,” I murmur. I look up at Redding, who is openly crying now. The muffled cries are only punctuated by faraway car horns. “Or the FBI.”
This is so fucking dangerous.
This is the opposite of laying low.
But Liam gets onto his knees in front of me, his jeans landing in a puddle of blood, and all my misgivings evaporate.
He nuzzles his face against my groin, and his hands go to the fastenings of my pants. “No evidence if I drink it all down,” he purrs, though he looks at me as though waiting for permission.
“Do it,” I hiss, grabbing his hair with my bloody hand and shoving him against my crotch.
He groans, and he undoes my pants and tugs them down enough to reveal my cock. He’s on it in a split second, swallowing it down all at once with a hunger only he can display. He starts to bob his head, taking me in and out until he’s gagging on it and only drawing back enough to catch his breath.
Fuck, it’s good. All those years of holding back, of being careful, of making sure there’d never be any evidence to link me to my murders, and this brat undoes me.
The danger only amps up my pleasure. I’m harder than I’ve ever been before, my balls already tight just from Liam’s warm mouth. I thrust into him harder, torn between being fast and drawing it all out.
If this is the only time I do this, I want it to last forever.
But I don’t want it to be the only time.
I want to have Liam at my feet, obedient and worshipping me again and again and again, covered in blood and desperate for every scrap of attention I give him.
Liam moans around my cock, and even though I know he must be aching, he doesn’t reach for his own.
The power that I have over him is intoxicating, going straight to my head and my balls all at once, and my orgasm gets closer and closer, just within reach.
I grip his hair more tightly, using it to hold him in place as I fuck his mouth, and he presses more eagerly against me as he holds me in his throat.
“You hard, brat?” I ask in a low voice.
He moans around my cock and gives a small nod. I grin and push my foot against his erection.
Liam makes another strangled sound, thrusting his hips against my foot even as he goes back to licking and sucking. He drags his tongue along the underside of my cock on the way out and the way back in as he swallows around me again and again.
I roll my head back and glance up at Redding, my mouth widening into a grin as I see his body hanging there, the blood still trickling out of the gaping wound.
“You all right there, buddy?” I ask him, but he doesn’t make a sound.
Dead already? That feels a bit early. He’s probably passed out from the pain.
There’s no saving him anymore, at any rate.
I laugh and grip Liam’s hair tighter so I can thrust into him faster. The pleasure builds into a beautiful, fleeting crescendo, one that I know I’ll want to repeat.
I hold his head against me while I spill into him, listening to his beautiful whimpers as he swallows around my cock.
He keeps humping against my foot, desperation coming off of him in waves.
I imagine he’s close to orgasm, which only makes me want to come that much more quickly, before he has time to tumble over the edge.
I pull my foot away from him. It’s cruel, but his next climax will be all the more explosive for it.
Liam lets out a loud whine as he pulls off of my cock to protest, “What? No!”
I crouch down, my fingers still curled tightly around his hair. “We can’t stay here forever, brat. It’s time to start clean-up.”
Liam’s eyes are wide with desperation—and tears well up in the corners of them. I lean forward and kiss his bloody cheek. “Don’t worry. You’ll get your reward. Eventually.”
“Such. A. Dick.” Liam pouts at me. “Okay. Fine. How the fuck do we clean up a mess like this?”
I go over to the beam with the rope and untie it so I can lower Redding onto the tarp with all his blood. He lands on top of his entrails.
This is going to smell awful pretty fast.
Good thing I have an extra large tarp to contain him in.
“Help me roll the tarp around him. We want to make sure nothing spills out,” I say.
It’s easier with a second pair of hands, and Liam follows all of my instructions. After removing Redding’s phone, wallet, and badge, we get Redding all rolled up, and the clean parts of the rope tie everything together.
I pull the battery, memory, and sim card off the phone. I break the sim card, but I don’t feel comfortable dropping all of these items here. We’ll have to dispose of them elsewhere.
It’s a good thing I’d taken all my stuff with me when I’d left the motel. I towel myself off with the other towel in my pack, then have Liam wait while I pull the car up as close as I can to the building.
I don’t spot anyone in the area.
Are we going to be unlucky, and it turns out there’s a homeless man happy to snitch on one of the upper floors?
I guess it’s too late to worry about that now.
I spread bleach around the floor to destroy the blood evidence. Liam helpfully shines his phone light around so we find as much of it as we can.
Once we’ve got Redding in the back of my trunk and we’ve both changed into new clothes—Liam looks damn good in my shirt, even if the jeans are too loose on him—we get in, and I start driving.
The car dash says it’s past midnight now.
Liam is surprisingly quiet for a few minutes, but when I glance at him, I see that his expression is blissed out. He catches my glance and smiles at me. “That was amazing,” he says. “Even if you didn’t let me orgasm, you asshole.”
I smile back at him. “If I gave you everything you wanted, you’d have left already. A spoiled brat like you needs somebody to impose limits.”
He considers that. “Mm, maybe,” he acknowledges. “I also needed someone to teach me how to do things.” He hums. “What the fuck are we going to do with the body, anyway?”
“I know a few backroads that go through the woods. We’ll park out of sight somewhere and bury the body out there.” I reach out so I can stretch my arm across his shoulders. “From there? Who knows.”
Liam licks his lips. “I…” His voice is more serious as he says quietly, “Thank you for coming. For saving me.”
I could tell him it was all self-interest. I only did it because I couldn’t afford the risk of Liam telling anyone about me.
But what did he even know? A man who offered him a ride talked vaguely about maybe murdering people. Liam had known nothing.
He knows a lot more now.
“I don’t like other people touching what’s mine,” I say, rubbing my thumb over the back of his neck.
Liam shivers. “I like being yours,” he says. “Except for your kink for orgasm denial. That shit sucks.”
“It’ll be worth the wait,” I promise him with a smirk. “For me, anyway.”
Liam scowls. “Yeah, yeah,” he grumbles.
With that, we fall into a comfortable silence.
We still have a hell of a lot of cleanup left to do.
But as it turns out, having someone else to help really does lighten the load.