Chapter 16 #2
“What’s your full name?” With one phone call to Nik, I’d know. But I didn’t want Tav’s name from Nik’s lips.
Tav jerked in my hand, and his arms flexed around my thighs. He swallowed, then said in that low breathy voice. “Tavin.”
I loosened my grip, held my cock out, and fed it to him. He opened his mouth, his eyes falling closed as he sucked on the tip. His tongue swirled underneath the head, into the slit, and he moaned.
He angled his head to take me deeper, down his throat, when I pulled the tip out of his mouth and held his head again with that strong grip on his chin.
He stared up at me, eyes glazed, lips red and wet already.
“What’s your last name?”
He bowed his head, and I let him. “Please just let me…” His whispered voice trailed off.
I rubbed his lower lip with my thumb. “Tell me your last name, Tavin.”
“Ridley.” The name sounded like he’d walked over hot coals barefoot to deliver it to me.
“Tavin Ridley.”
He nodded, head still bowed.
I let go of his chin, and I ran my fingers through his hair. Gripping slightly, I pulled his head up and slipped my cock between his lips again.
He descended on it like he was starving. This wasn’t gentle, not like the first night he sucked me. This was deep and hard, Tav putting his all into this.
I ran my hands over his face, into his hair, over his shoulders and down his back, everywhere I could reach.
The heat of his mouth around my cock melted my spine, and I sank into the mattress as my balls boiled with the need to come.
I thought maybe if I died like this it would be worth it, the sight of Tav’s powerful body between my legs, my cock fucking into that mouth as he took me into his throat, swallowing around the head.
I came with a low groan, muscles loose and floppy as Tav drank my release, moaning as he did. My hand shook where it rested in his hair.
I let my head fall back against the headboard with a thunk as Tav’s tongue went to work, never stopping, cleaning my shaft and my balls and lapping around my groin.
He pressed a kiss to my inner thigh and then rested his head on my leg, looking at me, his hands clenching and unclenching on my thighs, almost like he was a cat, kneading my skin.
When I looked at him, those two-toned eyes were half-closed. “Thank you,” he murmured.
He was like dead weight when I rolled him over onto his back. His hands flopped on either side of his head, palms up. He didn’t move, but his eyes followed me as I reached over to the nightstand and grabbed lube.
I brushed my lips against his as I opened the cap and squeezed some slick onto my fingers. “Keep your hands there,” I said.
I didn’t wait for an answer. I slid quickly down his body and swallowed his cock until my lips rested against his skin. He shouted, something that sounded like a curse.
I didn’t waste time, sucking hard, circling his hole with my other fingers. I kept one hand on his stomach to prevent him from thrusting into my mouth as I plunged two fingers inside of him.
He made a choked sound, and this time I swore it was my name. I crooked my fingers, easily finding his prostate and then I was relentless, pumping in time with my lips bobbing on his cock until he came with a strangled cry, shooting his release into my mouth.
I took care of him after that, like he’d done for me. I licked him clean, then wiped him down with a damp cloth while he lay just as I left him, his hands beside his head, eyes only slits.
I kissed his lips. “Sleep more. When you wake up, we’ll eat again.”
He closed his eyes.
I was in my office when I heard Tav emerge from the bedroom. I listened for him to call my name, but when his footsteps traveled down the hallway and stopped, I left my office to go look for him.
The door of the spare bedroom was open, and I leaned against the doorway while Tav stood near the desk, rummaging through a box.
He wore only a pair of sweatpants that he must have grabbed from his clothes box.
He glanced up at me, and I could immediately see that I had a much different Tav on my hands than the one this morning who’d woken me up with a blowjob and who’d bantered about movies.
His nostrils flared, and his eyes were more alert and less concuss-y. “Where’s my phone?”
It was in my office. I’d turned it off. From my own phone, I had texted Lary, but he wasn’t resting until he heard from Tav himself. Which would have to wait. “Why do you need it?”
His eyes bulged. “Are you serious?”
“Yeah, I’m serious.”
Tav turned slowly, and he had that coiled tension in his body that I recognized and didn’t like.
“I might like you to dominate me when we fuck, Con. But I do not want this.” He pointed to the few boxes that held his possessions.
“I don’t want you withholding my phone and moving my shit without asking. ”
I matched his intensity as I straightened from my casual doorway lean and took one step inside the bedroom.
I was ready to have this out. “I have zero interest in dominating you outside sex, but I have a very vested interest in protecting you, keeping you safe, and seeing you fucking happy and cooking eggs in my kitchen.”
His jaw worked. “You have no idea what you’re dealing with.
” He let out a harsh bark of laughter that turned my stomach.
“You probably think, what, that you can throw some money around and that’ll be enough to make all my problems go away?
So that I stop having to fight? Well fuck off, Con, because money can’t fix this.
” He pointed at his chest. “I have to fix this, and this is already…” he flapped his arms helplessly before dropping them to his hips and staring up at the ceiling.
“This is already too much. I need to leave before I cause you more problems than I probably already had.” His nose wrinkled, like he tasted something bad.
“You got that Nik, guy, right? You should probably have him stick close for a while.”
Even now, he was thinking about my safety. “I don’t know what I’m dealing with?”
“No,” he spat.
I had more at my disposal than money. A lot more.
He didn’t know it yet, but that warehouse would be burned to the ground tonight.
I was confident I could deal with whatever situation he was in, but I needed the details.
Then I’d give him that last part of me that I didn’t give anyone. “Then tell me.”
He shook his head, throwing up his hands like I was crazy. I had to get him out of this room and out of this mindset. He’d been forthcoming when he’d been between my legs hungry for cock, so I wasn’t above using his body to get him to confess his secrets.
“Come with me.” I turned and walked down the hall into my bedroom and then into my attached bathroom.
I turned on the faucet for the tub, checked my watch, and waited.
Almost five minutes passed before he stormed in, ready to battle, but softened a little when he saw the rapidly filing whirlpool tub with steaming water.
I gestured for him to get in, and even though he rolled his eyes and snorted out his nose, he shucked his pants and slipped inside, biting his lip to hide a groan as his battered body sank below the surface.
“What do you remember from last night?” I asked as I undressed.
He watched me and didn’t bother to hide the wariness in his eyes. “I remember fighting.”
“After that?”
He gripped the side of the tub. “It’s hazy. Your voice. A few others. A car ride. Why the hell were you there?”
“We’ll get to that later. You don’t remember me talking to your handler, Chen?”
Tav frowned. “You talked to Chen? Was Lary there?”
I stepped into the tub and sat opposite from Tav. “Yeah.”
“I don’t…” his brow furrowed. “I’m not sure.”
“So you fight for Devlin Walsh.” I lathered up a cloth with soap and began to rub Tav’s chest gently, mindful of the bruises.
Tav’s body jerked. “How do you know who Devlin is?”
“Why do you fight for Devlin?” I asked.
His eyes stayed on my face, and he didn’t answer. That wariness had bloomed to full-blown alarm in his gaze.
“Does it have something to do with your sister?”
He didn’t move. He kept his breath even, his face carefully blank. He had no tell, not one.
I dropped the cloth into the water and eased closer, gripping the back of Tav’s neck. “Do you trust me?”
Tav swallowed but kept his lips pressed tight.
That was a no. He didn’t trust me about this.
This was bigger than me, bigger than how hard I made him come.
This was everything that made up Tav, and he wasn’t going to give it to me unless I carved it out of him.
Which I would. Because until that was out of him, I couldn’t put him back together.
The annoyance simmered in my blood, but I didn’t let it show. I wasn’t annoyed at him, I was annoyed at the situation. I was furious at whoever was responsible for Tav being distrustful. Which was likely Devlin.
“I won’t tie you up anymore, but I want you to reach behind you and grip the towel bar over your head.”
He stared at me before tilting his head just enough to get a glimpse of the bar behind him.
There was a pause. Then Tav raised his hands out of the water, wrists together.
The drip of the water from his fists was the only sound in the bathroom.
I waited as he lifted them until his fingers gripped the bar.
I ran my fingers across the underside of his arms, over his elbows, and down his triceps. He watched me with his two-toned eyes. I reached under the water and gripped his hard shaft. “You trust me with this. Your body. Your pleasure.”
His hips flexing into my grip was my answer, and his eyes lost some of that alarm as they softened with arousal.
I stroked him once. “But you don’t trust me to know about Husk?”
“Isn’t it enough you have Tav?” he said through gritted teeth. His arms tensed, but he didn’t let go of the bar.
“Do I have Tav?” My hand drifted down to roll Tav’s balls under the water.