36. Orion
Orion
I put Jacob and Caspian in a guest room, hoping they might kill each other before Vince decided what to do with them.
The priest was enough on his own, but I’d seen the way Vince was looking at Caspian when they walked into the house, before they realized anything was wrong.
Caspian was the stranger he’d told me about in the alley, the other man he said he wanted for his own.
I tapped my thumb against the pad of each of my fingers as I walked from the bedroom to Vince’s office, counting out the emotions that were quickly knotting themselves together at the base of my spine.
Jealousy of course, the most prevalent of them all, but there was also anxiety and nervousness.
Jacob and Caspian were unknown factors and they’d already proven themselves to be liars and threats.
How could I continue to keep Vince safe with the two of them lurking in the wings?
With that thought in mind, I knocked on the door to Vince’s office, not bothering to wait for him to invite me in.
I slipped in through the cracked door and closed it behind me, fingers twitching against the lock before deciding against it.
“Can I light you a fire?” I asked.
Vince paced behind his desk, hands joined together at the small of his back.
He didn’t stop when I walked in, but he nodded his consent.
I busied myself with the gas, leaning away once the flames kicked up toward the flue.
Rocking back onto my heels, I held my hands out, letting them warm up before turning to Vince, who was about to wear a hole into the floor for all his walking.
“You’re the only one I can trust,” he murmured, glancing up at me. In the shadows of the firelight, Vince looked older than his age, dark bags beneath his eyes and wrinkles around the corner of his mouth when he frowned.
“Do you?”
He shot me a glare, finally coming to a stop. “If I didn’t, you’d be dead.”
Sometimes, I thought I deserved that.
Nodding, I walked toward his desk, leaning against the edge with my hip. He came around to stand in front of me, exhaling deeply as he slowly straightened his posture. What a gift, I thought, to not only see him come apart, but to be able to watch him put himself back together.
“What do I do?” he asked, reaching between us and tearing my belt free of my pants. Angry fingers yanked down my zipper and reached into my underwear, taking my dick into a hold so punishing, my knees buckled .
I shook my head, bracing against the side of the desk so I didn’t fall. I couldn’t tell if he was asking for an answer or wanting to break the silence. He was going to bruise my cock with how hard he stroked me, and that only made me harder for him.
He crowded in close, turning our bodies so it was my ass against his desk and his body hot and broad between my spread legs. “You would throw them both out, wouldn’t you?”
Yes.
“Not if you want them,” I said instead.
“The priest is good for us,” he said, and something that felt like pride exploded in my chest. The priest is good for us , he’d said. Not for him and not for me, but us. It was him and me against them, against the world.
“He’s not a priest,” I managed to remind him, lashes fluttering as my shaft thickened in his punishing grip.
“Maybe better that way,” he said, licking his lips and spitting on the head of my cock. Hot saliva smeared through his fingers and around my erection as he continued to pump, faster and harder now that the spit had lubed away some of the friction.
“He’s a threat,” I rasped, head falling back.
“Then shouldn’t I keep him close?”
“The priest, yes.”
Vince dug his thumb into the underside of my shaft hard enough for me to see stars.
“He’s not a priest,” he said my own comment back to me, and I whimpered out an agreement. “Why him and not Caspian?”
“Don’t know Caspian.”
“You don’t know Jacob,” he reminded me.
“I know enough.”
With his other hand, Vince grabbed my balls and tugged them down so hard and fast I dry-heaved, buckling forward against his chest before falling all the way to my knees. He went with me, hands still hot and cruel around the most sensitive parts of my body.
“What do you know about him?” Vince whispered into my ear, nose dragging through the tears that sliding down my face without permission. “You know he likes pain the same way you do. That he wants me . You know how his tongue feels up your asshole.”
I definitely knew how his tongue felt inside of me, much like I knew the ravenous way he’d sucked Vince’s cum out of my ass. It pained me to admit I did like Jacob, at least for sex. I didn’t have an opinion of him personally, but if he was truly an heir to the Moore family, he was dangerous.
Maybe keeping him close wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world.
“You know he’ll bleed for me.” Vince was still speaking, almost incoherently as he focused all of his hurt and fear into his fingers, onto my cock and my sac.
My orgasm was a ferocious thing, building in the palm of his hand and threatening us both.
“He’ll bleed for us. He wants you too, you know that, right? ”
I shivered. “Sir.”
“He wants you almost as badly as I do.”
The thought of it was almost too much. My hands flailed out, scrabbling at Vince’s shirt, mindlessly tracing over the thick scar on his chest from when Caspian had tried to kill him in cold blood.
Vince was trying to turn the tables. He was trying to position me at his side and the two of them in front of us for the taking.
I didn’t deserve the honor, but once upon a time, he’d saved my life, and I didn’t have it in me to tell him no.
I would take anyone or anything if it meant in the end I had him.
I was seconds away from coming, a breath shy of my release…my revelation, when Vince took his hands off my body. The cry that fell out of my mouth was nearly unhuman, feral and desperate with need. I flung myself toward him, chasing after the friction that had hurt me to the point of pleasure.
“Good boy,” he whispered, falling onto his back and making quick work of his fly. Propped up on one bent arm, I watched him throw his head back and stroke his cock while I humped his leg like a fucking animal.
Vince groaned, pointing his dick toward me and shooting his load all over my face. Jet after jet of cum streaked out of the swollen purple tip of his cock, and I moaned, grinding down against his calf and coming with the taste of him on my tongue, the salt of him in my nose.
“Take it,” he whispered. “Take it, Orion.”
And I did.