16. Caspian
Caspian
V ince Angelini stormed out of Saint Mary’s like he’d set the place on fire, cursing under his breath as he skipped every other step on his way down.
I wasn’t quick enough to find my way back to the shadows before he reached the sidewalk, and his gun was pointed at my face before I could even announce myself.
“Who the fuck are you?” he asked, aim steady, even in the dark.
“Caspian Andersen,” I answered, holding up my hands so he knew I wasn’t armed.
“Why are you lurking outside of a church in the middle of the night?”
I swallowed hard. “I wasn’t lurking. Just walking.”
He narrowed his eyes, dark pools of judgement.
The last time I saw him, he was bleeding out on the street, no more than five feet from where we currently stood.
The tables had turned, but when all I’d felt that first night was nerves and uncertainty, Vince looked like he’d never been more sure of anything in his life.
He would have put a bullet between my eyes and not lost a second of sleep over it.
I shivered, and he lowered his gun, returning it to a holster at the small of his back.
“Alright,” he conceded, nodding and heading past me.
I wanted to reach out and grab him, but that might really have ended with me getting shot, so I opted to call after him instead. Jogging down the block to catch up, I fell into step half a pace behind him.
“What are y ou doing outside a church in the middle of the night?” I asked.
He threw an annoyed glance over his shoulder at me. “Teaching someone a lesson.”
I tried to imagine who, then I tried to imagine what.
I wondered if he knew the priest was the one who’d ridden with him to the hospital, the one who’d ended up taking credit for saving his life when it was my lap he’d bled out on, my arms he’d gone limp in.
It was unfair for someone else to get the credit.
I’d waited so long for Vince to pay me any sort of attention at all, and that priest had stolen the chance right out from under me.
He should have stayed in his little apartment, in the confines of his confessional…
anywhere except the steps of his church to witness my sin and my retribution.
I’d have to try another tactic to get close .
“That sounds ominous,” I said, laughing softly. “Did you come for penance?”
“Men like me don’t ask for forgiveness, Caspian.”
The way he said my name made me hard, the vowels thick in his throat, like they’d clawed their way up from the ocean floor through miles of sand and grit to form on the tip of his tongue.
A gift…just for me.
“Right,” I rasped.
We walked to the end of the block and stopped on the corner, Vince turning toward me and crossing his arms in front of his chest. “Why are you following me?” he asked, tracing his tongue across the underside of his teeth.
“I already have one dog who needs to be housebroken again. I’m not interested in another. ”
“I…what?”
“Nothing.”
“I wasn’t following you,” I lied. “I was just heading this way.”
“You weren’t lurking,” he said. “You were just walking. Just heading the same way I’m heading?”
“Not everything is a conspiracy, Vince.”
He moved quickly, somehow grasping me by the collar of my shirt and reaching for his gun at the same time.
My shoulders hit the sidewalk hard enough to splinter, and he used my body to deflect his knees from hitting the ground.
He shoved the gun under my chin, his eyes far from his earlier judgement. He’d made up his mind.
“How the fuck do you know my name? ”
I laughed nervously and tried to fold my hands together on my chest, but ended up grazing his thighs on accident. He shifted away from me, lowering himself down my body until my erect cock poked his ass, and then we both went still.
“Everyone knows who you are,” I whispered.
“And still you lurk and follow?”
“Just walking,” I reminded him.
“Just cruising,” he corrected.
My lashes fluttered and I tried my best to shrug, but his weight on top of me made it difficult, the gun under my chin still a very real threat.
“What were you after?” he asked next, shifting up and off my cock, onto his feet. He didn’t help me up, and it wasn’t a big stretch of the imagination to guess Vince preferred men on their knees. I rolled onto my side, to all fours, then I looked up at him before rocking back onto my heels.
This was the opportunity I’d been waiting my whole life for.
From the first time I’d seen Vince Angelini, I’d wanted him, and one failed assassination attempt later, I was closer than ever to having him.
“I wasn’t being too discerning, to be honest.”
Vince made his decision, jerking his head toward the alley behind him. I scrambled to my feet, sinking back to my knees as soon as we were both safe from the streetlights. He kept his gun in his hand, watching me warily.
“Keep your hands where I can see them,” he said .
I showed them to him, slowly reaching for his belt.
He nodded, and I made quick work of it and his fly, whimpering when his cock sprang free in front of my face.
He was huge, long and thick, a pulsing vein wrapping around his shaft and I was desperate to lick it, so I did.
Curling my fingers around his thighs, I took the tip of him into my mouth, sealing my lips around the flared crown and sucking him into the back of my throat.
He tasted like salt, like blood, like dreams coming true.
Spit pooled in the corners of my mouth, and I relaxed my jaw with a groan, taking him as deep into my mouth as I could manage.
I was desperate to touch myself while I sucked him, but Vince had sounded very serious about keeping my hands in view, so I bore through the pain between my legs and my jaw with my hands around his thighs.
Vince came quickly, pulling out and shooting his load across my mouth and my chin.
With his head thrown back, he looked like a fucking angel above me, dark hair framed by the stretching rays of light that didn’t quite reach us.
After he finished, the only sound in the alley was his rough and labored exhales, louder than the rapid beating of my heart in my ears.
I blinked up at him, slowly peeling my hand off his leg and scooping his cum into my mouth.
I made a show of licking my fingers and swallowing his spend, then it was my breath that came hard, like a battle I was barely winning.
I’d wanted him for so long and now I just wanted him to leave so I could come .
“You have a dangerous mouth, Caspian,” he murmured, tracing my cheekbone with the tip of his gun before returning it to the holster. He fastened his pants, gave me one last look that I didn’t have time to read, then he left me on my knees in the alley.