Chapter 1 The Phone Call #3
Noah’s shoulders ached from his wrists being pinned, but there was no sharp pain, only the overwhelming press inside him. The handle slid deeper, the smooth metal gliding, pressing and dragging over delicate skin.
The design was cruelly perfect—four thick beads stacked, each one stretching him wider, each pop dragging a cry from his chest until the last pressed right against that electric bundle of nerves.
The flared base fit snug at his rim, the curve of the guard catching just right so there was no danger of the blade slipping further.
Adam pulled out slowly, then drove it back in, making Noah jolt and cry out as pleasure detonated low in his spine.
“F-fuck—”
Adam shifted slightly, and then Noah’s world narrowed to nothing but sensation, slick fingers closing around his cock, pumping him in time with every brutal thrust of the handle. The rhythm was obscene, mechanical, Adam using him like a machine made to be filled and stroked.
Drool pooled on the comforter beneath his open mouth as his eyes rolled back, body arching like a bow. Each thrust of the handle nailed that spot inside him, lighting up every nerve ending until his thighs trembled uncontrollably.
Tiny, desperate cries fell from him in broken rhythm with his ragged breaths. He couldn’t think, couldn’t form words, couldn’t do anything but take it.
“I’m not gonna last,” Noah gasped, voice high, wrecked.
“You don’t have to,” Adam said simply, like a sentence passed down.
It only took two more brutal strokes and Noah was spilling onto the mattress, his cum soaking into the comforter in thick, messy ropes.
His whole body shuddered violently, his cries muffled against the sheets.
Adam didn’t stop, not right away. He kept working the handle in and out, pushing him through the climax until Noah’s sharp moans cracked into raw whimpers, until every nerve ending screamed with overstimulation and the delicious burn tipped toward pain.
“Adam—” He hissed, jerking when the next thrust dragged too deep.
Only then did Adam relent, sliding the handle free in one slick, obscene sound. Noah winced at the sudden emptiness, his rim twitching, feeling stretched raw and gaping. For a second he just stayed there, trembling, forehead pressed to the mattress while his lungs fought for air.
As soon as Adam freed his wrists, Noah collapsed sideways, rolling onto his back with a graceless flop.
His chest was heaving, his cock soft but still sticky against his stomach.
He blinked up, dazed, just in time to see Adam standing over him, completely naked now, tattoos stark against sweat-slick skin, the Ghost Face mask still hiding his face.
“You’re such a freak,” Noah managed, laughter ragged in his throat.
“Right,” Adam drawled, climbing onto the bed with the slow, predatory grace that made Noah’s stomach swoop. He crawled over him until he hovered, his cock brushing hot against Noah’s thigh. “Because I’m the one who begged to be throat-fucked by Ghost Face.”
“Begging seems like an exaggeration,” Noah teased, though his voice was still wrecked and hoarse.
Adam didn’t bother arguing. Noah slid the mask off, noting his husband’s sweaty, mussed hair.
When he bent his knees and spread his thighs, Adam slid easily into the cradle of his body, settling there like he owned him.
He kissed him, slow and deliberate, almost puritanical considering what they’d just done.
His mouth was soft even though Noah could still taste himself and Adam’s cum clinging to his tongue.
“Are you okay?” Adam murmured, breaking the kiss just long enough to press his forehead to Noah’s.
Noah gave a breathless laugh, his chest still heaving. “Do I not seem okay?”
“Just checking in,” Adam said, his still-gloved palm heavy and possessive against Noah’s chest. “That’s my job.”
“If your job is to scare the shit out of me and then fuck me stupid,” Noah muttered, still half-laughing, half-shaking. “Then you’re really fucking good at your job.”
Adam’s mouth curved against his. “Good to know.”
They laid there just breathing each other in for a few moments before Noah finally asked, “Did you manage to get the costume situation handled or did you and the twins get distracted?”
Adam gave him an affronted look. “All costumes were picked up and delivered where they needed to go.”
“Did you manage to get a look at anyone else’s costumes?” Noah asked, hope bleeding into his voice.
Adam shook his head. “No. Everyone is being very elusive about their couples costumes.”
Noah deflated, face falling. “I’m surprised Thomas went with the Villains & Vigilantes theme. Seems a bit…on the nose, no?”
Adam shrugged, dead weight on top of Noah. “He does love a bit of irony.”
“How are we going to survive an entire weekend with fifty plus people?” Noah asked. “That’s a lot of peopling. You know it's going to get crazy.”
“Dad does this every year.”
“I know but this year it's not just the family. There’s Jericho’s boys and the guys from Elite coming. The whole Conti family will be there. A bunch of Dad’s government cronies will be there, as well as people from The Watch. That’s…a lot of people guarding a lot of secrets.”
“No, that’s a lot of people guarding one giant secret that we’re all in on.
It's a lot of moving parts but Elite knows about the Watch. They hired the teachers. The government knows what we do. Jericho’s kids know what we do, we know what they do, they know what the government does.
The only wild cards are the Conti’s and there’s enough mutually assured destruction to ensure everyone keeps their mouths shut. ”
Noah nodded, absently playing with Adam’s hair. “And dad knows we’re bringing the dogs this year?”
Adam laughed. “Yeah. Freckles is even bringing Boots.”
“He’s bringing his cat?” Noah asked, incredulous.
Adam snickered. “Yeah, crazy right?”
Noah shook his head. “You know this is going to just devolve into chaos.”
“Would it be a Mulvaney event if it didn’t?”
“There is one wild card we haven’t considered,” Noah said after a minute.
Adam frowned. “Who?”
“Matty.”
“Who?” Adam said again.
Noah rolled his eyes. “What are you? An owl? Aiden’s baby brother. He’s invited too.”
“Oh, yeah. Him. I forgot about him.”
Noah rolled his eyes. “He’s never met any of these people outside the immediate family and he still doesn’t know everything we do. Just…some of it. I’m sure Thomas didn’t sit down and draw him a diagram of the entire criminal enterprise we’re running. What if someone slips up?”
Adam’s hand dragged idly up and down Noah’s side, the leather sticky. “When Aiden first brought him up, didn’t he say Matty knew about the Watch and implied he even knew about us. The kid’s not going to rat us out. He likes August’s fancy private school too much.”
Noah huffed, then wrapped his arms and legs around his husband like a koala. “Let’s take a bath. I feel gross.”
Adam arched his brow. “Is this your way of telling me I’m carrying you there?”
“You’re so smart,” Noah marveled, cheek pressed to his chest.
Adam rolled his eyes but rose anyway, forcing Noah to cling tighter until he was on his feet. His gloved palms settled on Noah’s ass automatically, squeezing. The feel of leather and body fluids against Noah's bare skin was creepy, but it made his belly hot thinking about what they'd just done.
“Wanna order takeout and watch scary movies?” Noah asked as Adam started toward the bathroom.
Adam’s mouth quirked. “Scream marathon?”
“Sure,” Noah said, “but I don’t know if I’m ever going to be able to watch those movies again without getting inappropriately turned on.”
Adam’s laugh was dark and low, his grip tightening just a little. “That’s okay. I’ll just take care of you again. I bought the costume outright just in case we damaged it.”
Noah grinned. “But I won’t be able to watch if you’re getting me off.”
Adam snorted. “Sure you will. I’ll just bend you over the back of the sofa so you can see the screen while I rail you into oblivion.”
Noah sighed, the sound dreamy, wicked, and still a little hoarse. “And people say you’re inconsiderate.”
“I know, right?” Adam drawled, looking like he was already imagining it. The heat in his eyes made Noah’s stomach flip.
It wasn’t until he settled him on his feet that he noted the blood trail on the white tile. “What the fuck?”
His gaze darted everywhere, assessing himself and Adam, trying to figure out the source of the bleeding.
He gasped when he saw the blood on Adam’s glove and the slit in the leather.
He yanked the glove off, gawking at the jagged raw cut in his husband’s palm.
“ Jesus, Adam. You’re gonna need stitches.
Are you fucking crazy? You didn’t put the knife back in the cover thingie—”
“Sheath.”
“So, not the point,” Noah cried, eyes wide. "You just held the blade while you...Oh, my God."
Noah gripped his palm, staring down at the wound.
“There wasn’t time. Besides, it was totally worth it. You should have seen how hot you looked, back arched and whining as I fucked that handle into your needy little hole.”
Noah gave him an exasperated look. “Are you-Are you getting turned on right now? While you’re bleeding all over our floors.”
"What? Should I apologize for finding my husband hot?" Adam asked, sounding genuinely baffled by Noah's tone.
He looked over his shoulder at his reflection, noting the smears of blood on his own skin, mentally inventorying all the linens they’d just ruined on the bed.
“Relax. You can superglue it shut after we shower and we’ll change the sheets together. It’s not that big a deal," Adam said like he could read Noah's mind.
Noah stared at him wide-eyed. “You’re such a goddamn lunatic.”
Adam’s slow grin made Noah’s cock twitch, especially when he leaned down to whisper, “And you fucking love it, you little freak.”
He did. God help him. He really fucking did.