Chapter 24 #2
I paused. In truth, I wasn’t sure if the men I’d shot coming into the room died from their injuries. But the man Ghost shot in the head definitely didn’t survive. “Men died.”
His stare dropped to my hands, no doubt trying to imagine them taking a life. I held them up so he could see them, wondering if they looked different now that he knew their capabilities.
“What was so personal that you had to leave in the middle of the night? Leave me alone in bed?”
“Your safety.”
His head whipped up. “W-w-what?”
I grabbed his chin, squeezing a little too hard but unwilling to loosen my grip. I let him see the resolution in my eyes. “The men trying to kill you will see the error of their ways.”
“You would kill for me?”
“There are far worse things than killing. I would do those things for you too.”
Swallowing, he let his eyes drift behind me to the shower. “The water will get cold.”
My hands slid under his arms and lifted. Surprisingly, his legs locked around my waist, and I carried him back to the counter. “Sit here and wait for me.”
“And if I don’t?” This was not a playful, bratty question even if he tried to make it sound like one. The air was too heavy, my confession too jarring for it to be anything but serious.
Bracing my palms on each side of his hips, I invaded his personal space. “There’s more you need to know. About the men trying to kill you. At least let me tell you everything.” I took a breath. Say it, Kieran. “After you’ve heard everything, if you want to leave, I won’t stop you.”
I’ll just follow you.
“That’s not all I need to know.”
My eyebrow arched. “Why people want you dead is need-to-know.”
“You can’t just tell me you’re a hitman and not give me details.”
“Details,” I repeated. If he thought I was going to taint him with the heinous things I’d done and seen, he was in for a very big disappointment.
“Yeah, like what’s your kill count? Where’d you get all those weapons?
Does Ghost work with you? What about Doc?
He seems too nice to be a killer. How’d you even get this job?
I don’t think this is something you apply for on LinkedIn.
Do you apply on the dark web? Oh, and what do you do with the bodies after?
Have you ever dissolved one in lye? Does that really work? ”
What in the ever-loving fuck?
“How have you managed to not get caught? Is this why you’re so rich?” His eyes widened, and he leaned forward. “Has anyone famous ever hired you?”
“Stop.” The harsh tone cut off his extensive list of utterly ridiculous questions.
He fell silent, but I could practically hear his mind going a mile a minute.
“Aren’t you afraid of me?” I asked.
“Should I be?”
“Yes!” I roared.
He made a face. “Well, I’m not.”
“Why?” I demanded. Most men pissed their pants when they saw me coming.
“Because you’re mine.”
Oh my damn. Did he just claim me? No one had ever claimed me before.
“No. You’re mine,” I argued, leaning in until I was sure he would feel the promise in my words gust over his face as I spoke. “And even if you leave, you’ll still be mine. It doesn’t matter where you go. Here is where you will always belong.”
He whined and reached between us to push his palm down on the dick tenting his shirt. “Stop being so hot.”
My stare dropped to his erection and the way it strained against the fabric. Lifting my eyes, I said, “It doesn’t bother you I’m a hitman?”
“To be honest, it kinda turns me on.”
“Get your cock out,” I demanded.
Haz yanked up the shirt and did as he was told.
“Good doll,” I praised. Holding his stare, I spit on his dick, and I knew exactly when it slid over his head because of the way his pupils dilated.
“More,” he demanded.
I gave him a look.
“Please.”
I spit on him again.
“Stroke yourself while I’m in the shower,” I said, leaving him with his spit-roasted dick and stepping under the warm spray. My muscles relaxed almost instantly beneath the warm pressure, and I moaned low.
Dropping my head, I let the water saturate my hair and drip over my face before falling to the drain. I hadn’t realized what a heavy weight it was to lie to Haz about my real profession. The secrecy never bothered me before.
I’d been worried. I could admit it now that relief flowed through my limbs. I thought he’d denounce me. Turn against me. Worse yet: look at me like a monster.
I mean, I was a monster. But I didn’t want to be that to him.
Exhaling, I laid my palm flat on the tiles and leaned in farther, watching the water run to the drain while using my free hand to rub over my chest and arm.
A low whimper had me turning my head, peering over my bicep to where Hazard was sitting on the counter.
What a sight he made.
Thighs parted, balls heavy between them as he reclined against the mirror with his hand wrapped around his length. His arm pumped rapidly, his hand gliding effortlessly with the slick I’d provided.
Straightening off the wall, I turned to face him through the glass doors. “Rub it in, baby doll. Make sure I’m coating you everywhere.”
His hand moved a little quicker, and his legs shook.
His tip was nearly purple, and his face was flushed.
I’d never met anyone who could come multiple times like him.
Sure, his load was half the size of mine, but I came once and then needed a short refractory period.
He came and was ready to again just a minute later.
What a fucking rush.
Fisting my own dick, I began stroking it. Haz sat forward, completely enthralled with what I was doing.
“You like that, baby?” I asked.
He nodded eagerly.
I stroked myself again. “Take your shirt off.”
He let go of his angry dick and undid the shirt, flinging it half in the sink, and grabbed his cock again.
“Spread your legs more. Let me see you.”
He did, and my dick spasmed.
“Touch your nipples,” I instructed.
He reached up, but I stopped him. “Lick your fingers first.”
He licked them enthusiastically, then rubbed them on his pink pebble.
“Pinch it.”
He gasped as he did as he was told.
“Harder, baby doll. Make it hurt.”
His back arched when he did as directed, and his other hand wrapped around his cock.
“Pinch the tip just like your nipple.”
He didn’t even pause, just pinched his head right over the slit.
His moan echoed around the bathroom, and I started fapping my dick a little more aggressively.
“Now you,” he said. “You touch your nipples.”
I did, pinching them hard so they would sting. Pricks of desire shot down my torso and into my balls like lightning.
“Grab your sack,” Haz said, voice low. “Squeeze it.”
“Grab yours too, baby. Tug it down,” I said, watching him fidget while he worked his shaft and sack. “Twist it a little.”
He gasped. “K-Kieran.”
My heart was pounding, breathing ragged. “Put on a show for me, doll. Suck those fingers and then play with your hole.”
He stared straight at me as he slid two fingers deep into his mouth and hollowed his cheeks around them. One of his feet came up to lie flat on the counter, and his ass slid forward to put his entrance on display.
The sound of my hand working my cock echoed in the shower enclosure, and I kept a tight grip on my sack to keep myself from spilling early.
“The glass is foggy,” he complained around his fingers.
I opened the shower door, for once not caring about the water getting everywhere and the cold air swirling inside the steamy space. When it hit my cock, I grunted, the mix of hot and cold only making me harder.
Bracing my palm on the doorframe overhead, I spread my thighs and went back to jerking my rod. “Use those fingers.”
His two slick fingers circled his rim, making it flex as he teased and prodded it.
“Now, baby doll. Right now,” I said, voice tight.
He pushed them both in, crying out at the intrusion.
“Keep going,” I demanded, unable to tear my eyes off the sight of him fucking himself. “Scissor them open.”
Haz spread his fingers, rotating his wrist and pumping them at the same time.
The sight he made was utterly irresistible, spread out like a goddamn offering, crying out with my spit coating his cock. All the bottles on the shelf fell over when I blindly reached out for the one I wanted.
Haz paused and looked up.
“Don’t stop,” I ordered. “Push those fingers deeper.”
He shoved until they disappeared, and his back bowed off the counter.
I flipped the lid on the lube and poured it all over my dick.
Tossing it aside, I left the shower, water sluicing from me and all over the floor.
I grabbed him by the thighs, and he lifted his head, seeing me there, dripping and feral.
“Yes,” he called. “Please, yes.”
I pulled his fingers from his hole and pressed my crown against it. Gripping his waist, I pulled him down, driving my dick into his channel. We both groaned, and my head fell back at the feeling of his tight walls squeezing me.
I took a moment to look at him spread out on the counter under me, his dick damp and leaking. His nipples were still hard from when I’d made him play with them, and looking at them made my mouth water.
Leaning over him, I drew one into my mouth, sucking hard and deep. His guttural moan told me he was coming before I felt the sticky release splatter my chest. I bit down on the nipple, and he spasmed again before collapsing against the marble.
Releasing his newly bruised nipple, I lapped at the release on his chest and then picked him up, impaling him completely on my dick.
“Ohh,” he moaned, body flexing around mine.
I pinned him against the wall and then went hard, driving his body up the wall with every thrust. My insides were on fire, the tension in me so tight I vibrated. I wanted to come, to fill up his body and stake my claim, but I denied myself, not wanting this to be over quite yet.
“Harder,” Haz encouraged. “Deeper.”
I obliged, thrusting so deep he made a strangled sound, and wetness coated my stomach for a second time. I looked down, surprised, not even realizing he’d gotten hard again.
As I watched his dick spasm again, I grabbed it, milking every last drop he could provide.
“That’s a good doll,” I murmured, leaving his dick to cup his cheek. “Tell me who you belong to.”
“You. Only you.”
I drove into him one last time, straining on my tiptoes and feeling my thigh muscles quake. The orgasm was so strong that I collapsed against him, burying my face in his neck as I jerked and unloaded, sparks of pleasure lighting my insides.
As the aftershocks faded, my toes started cramping, and I lowered to my heels.
“Stay inside me,” Haz pleaded, wrapping his arms around my neck and wiggling down on my half-hard dick. “Please.”
I pulled him off the wall, shut off the shower, and carried him to bed where we lay with me still buried deep in his ass.
“Thirty-five,” I said after a while.
“Hmm?”
“That’s my kill count. Thirty-five. The weapons are part of my job. Ghost does the same thing I do. And I’ve never dissolved a body in lye. That’s disgusting.”
Haz wiggled, my dick slipped out, and he rolled so we were face to face. His eyes were earnest when they looked into mine, and his hand gently rubbed against my beard. “I don’t want to leave. Tell me more.”
So I told him everything.