Chapter 2
CHAPTER TWO
Judas
My cock had never been harder in my entire fucking life.
What the fuck is it with big boy making me all gooey inside?
The warehouse floor and broken boards felt cold and scratchy on my back, but my view of Randall on top of me was the hell he’d stolen from me.
“Watch it, inmate. You idiot. What are you doing out here?”
Clearly, my intention was to kill myself and rid the world of my hella baggage. Both my brothers were cozied up to their girls, and Roe Roe even easy-baked his wife with more damn children.
Those weirdos were fucking bunny rabbits.
Kids. Blegh.
Me and rugrats were too similar in the head sometimes. Hell, the entire Asylum, my home away from home, was basically filled with fucking ‘children.’ Half the people at Hospital Thirteen needed their asses wiped and their mystery meat spoon-fed to them.
I wasn’t incapable of anything.
I was a god.
I had every voice known to man in my head. Sure, some were louder than others. And okay, maybe some could take control of my body and turn me into a mass murderer while my subconscious camped out like a stoner at a rave…buuuuut that was besides the point.
I knew it all.
Every whisper that happened in those walls was like it was going directly into my ear. The voices told me.
The voices always knew.
“You tried to end the noise, Judas,” They hissed. “So now we’ll scream louder”.
I cocked a brow at the cop on top of me, my thoughts brought back to my beautiful present. The tattered rope of my failed death noose swayed above Randall’s head. It was mocking me, coaxing me to try again.
Randall must have gotten his name because he sure was ‘randy.’ His thick cock twitched on mine, and a growl erupted from my raw throat. He tried to pull away, but I locked him onto my pelvis, grinding my hips against his plump little ass.
Fuck me, Randall King was a towering black cloud I wanted to fucking devour. Every demon in my blank ass head needed to dominate him. More so than anyone else.
I always wanted what I couldn’t have, but just like the toys I jacked from my brothers as kids, I always got what I wanted.
I wanted Randall fucking King.
“Besides the obvious? I dunno’ but finding out your verse? That was a fun surprise.”
The cop stiffened, more than his dick he couldn’t hide. He growled, smacking me in the face and getting to his feet.
“I’m not gay. You and your crazy ass brain have conjured that up all on your own, Masters.”
Snickering, I swiped the blood off my lip with my finger, my eyes falling on his cock before slipping the digit in my mouth and swirling it with my tongue. “Hmm, you may wanna ask your hard cock about that one, Randy Pandy.”
The beautiful muscle in his thick jaw twitched before he growled and narrowed his eyes.
“I’m not doing this with you, Judas Masters. Get up. You can’t kill yourself because of Xenia. I didn’t know her, but you think she wants your dumb ass death on her soul?”
My dick deflated like a balloon.
Fucking killjoy.
Nothing like ruining the mood by bringing up the niece you accidentally murdered from the demons in your head.
“Woooooow.” I coughed, rolling over to get to my unsteady feet. “Guess you got some bite after all.”
He just stared at me while I clapped.
I stood to my full height, and his molten chocolate eyes followed. I enjoyed having a few inches on him, and my own eyes darted to his dick again.
Your cock, the one you try to hide so hard from me, be comparable to mine?
Nah bigger. Hmm, I will still win in this “sword” fight.
His thick hands shot to his groin, and he growled at me, turning his body away from my gaze.
“Stop fucking doing that,” he barked.
Rolling my neck, I walked toward him. My muscles hurt like a bitch from the few seconds I was suspended. Asshole stole death from me.
Judie Judie Judie. You can’t even kill yourself right. Tsk Tsk.
I ignored the demon in my mind, spinning around to back Randall against one of the decrepit beams of the old, worn warehouse.
“Or what?” I challenged. “You gonna poke me with your little fun stick?”
A cock of that size didn’t warrant being called little, and my ass tightened in anticipation.
Being fucked by a police baton may be fun, but then again, I liked my hole destroyed…
not obliterated. I almost wanted him to try it regardless, just to feel some fear if I had any left in my warped mind.
Maybe a baton would shut them the fuck up for good.
It was too quiet, but so damn loud at the same time.
“I’m warning you, inmate,” he said, a grin creeping over his full lips. “You know you’re too weak to take me on. Don’t give me the satisfaction of subduing you.”
A smile curled on my lips, and his fell beautifully. “Awe. How cute. You want me to submit for you.”
“You’re going back to the Asylum, Judas. Playtime is over.”
I feigned a mock pout and pressed him further into the beam, my body so close I knew he could feel my cock pressing into him.
“Actually. Playtime has just begun.”
He didn’t see my hand. His focus was too dialed in on my eyes. The hazel glass bore into him, keeping him tracked like the delicious fucking snack he was. I had him pinned, and now his gun was in my hand.
“What—”
I shoved the metal barrel into his lips, cutting off the outburst, and chucking that meaty baton across the room. “Shhhhh. Listen. You hear that?”
I allowed the voices to swirl around me, muted in their usual frenzy, but no less powerful and persistent.
“I’m going to fuckin’ kill you, Judas. You know that?” He hissed behind the gun’s metal, trying to reach for me before I danced away to my own song.
I laughed, the sound as lyrical as the loop in my mind.
“That would require a weapon, Liebling, which, unless your cock is being used for mass destruction, looks like you’re fresh out of that.”
I fucking loved the deep rumble of his growls. So low in his throat, it made my skin tingle, like the reverberation of quavering metal.
“Mmm. There’s my good boy. I love it when you growl at me, Baby. Let’s me know exactly how fucking loud you’ll be when I fuck your tight little ass.”
His sounds quieted to my dismay, but I didn’t have time to pout. His big, muscled body was plowing into me—and not in the fun way.
Despite my height, I went down to the damn ground like a sack of potatoes, dust and debris flying up from the impact to float around our faces.
He was fast. I didn’t know how long he had been in the police force, but he clearly paid attention in class during takedowns.
My throat burned, and the pain made me as hard as a fucking rod.
“Mmmm.” I moaned. “If you wanted to top, you only had to ask. You keep trying your best to get me under you. I love destroying a tight little ass, but I’m not opposed to feeling what your cock can do to mine, Baby Boy.”
The words were a spark to a fragile frame.
He smashed into me harder. We fought like two jacked lions tangled in each other.
He didn’t hold back punches, and the weakness he so lovingly mentioned was creeping up on me.
In my defense, I had legitimately just died, so sue me for being a little off my game.
“I’m. Not. A. Fucking. Boy.”
That’s the word you hang onto? Interesting.
The gun was still in my grip, and despite his tough little love taps, I kept it above his head. He was adorable. ‘Kitten Keep Away’ was my favorite game, and Randall was the bitch black cat you chucked in the bathtub.
“You are going back to the asylum,” he said again, grabbing my wrist with the gun, using both of his hands to force my arm to lower.
I wasn’t as muscular as my brothers. Goliath was a fucking tank, and Roe had a suburban dad bod that rivaled his lawn-mowing neighbors.
Their homes made me fucking itch. So perfectly placed and out of a Stepford Wives Catalog. Both of them were nothing but soft pussy whipped little bitches prepared to bark when the females demanded it. I would never be like that. I’d die before I…loved someone.
Maybe it was because Randall was my favorite play toy, or maybe because I had so much pent-up aggression, I was bouncing on my heels with each dancing step.
The interest in our game was fading. Randall wouldn’t tire until he got the upper hand, and as exhausted as my ass was, it wouldn’t be long.
I needed something to charge my battery.
I slipped my foot out, catching my cop’s leg and feeling the floorboards bitch under his intense load of muscle as he fell to his knees. His surprise was all over his face, and I grinned. My breath was ragged, and our bickering lasted longer than my physical state probably should have allowed.
“What the fuck?”
I tsked again, stepping on the back of his legs and keeping him immobile, the gun upright by his pretty brown eyes. His defiance and need to keep fighting were admirable, reminding me of myself, which was a gold star for you, Randy Pandy.
“Ya know you use that mouth so often to bark orders,” I said, trying to catch my breath as he watched me hesitantly, avoiding sudden movements, not knowing if I’d pull the trigger or not.
Can someone live with a bullet in the eyeball?
“You are goin’ back to the asylum, inmate,” I mocked, imitating the cop’s deep, stick-up-the-ass accent.
“Welp, Baby Boo,” I popped him lightly on the nose with the gun’s tip with each word. “Judie. Don’t. Want. To.”
I popped him lightly on the nose with the gun’s tip with each word.
Randall clenched his jaw, and I wanted to fucking lick that pulsing tick. I leaned down next to his face. “You know what I do want, Baby Boy?”
That wicked mouth spat blood in my direction. “I don’t fucking care what you want.”
I stayed perfectly still, letting it fall on my face so I could lick it off. His heated gaze followed each swipe of my tongue. Our breathing was so heavy and ragged in the silence of the space now.
Entranced by my trap as efficiently as I wanted and knew he would be. He didn’t realize he was leaning forward, and I cut the distance, keeping my steps soft. It was like we both didn’t want to break the spell that the quiet had awarded.
“Your mouth, Randy Pandy.” I breathed on his busted, bloody lips. “I want your fucking mouth.”
Just like before, the reboot in his brain took too long to figure out my actions before it was too late. I had my cock out of my pants in second, the zipper brushing the underside of my dick, and in the next, it was firmly shoved deep in his warm fucking throat.
“Oh fuuuck.” I grunted, already feeling his jaw tighten around me. “I don’t advise that silly head. I’ll blow out your brains and still fuck your mouth anyway. You may as well enjoy this, too.”
His jaw froze as the gun dug into his temple, his body stilling from the fight, my hands linked in his kinky black hair. On his knees before me, my cock bulging in his throat.
God, you fucking lightweight. Don’t blow your forbidden mayo yet.
“Mmphhrr…”
I giggled, tapping his jaw with the gun. “I mean. Mothers, Fathers. I don’t care who I fuck, Randy. It’s all a hole. But you? God, your fucking mouth doesn’t feel like a virgin. How many times have you sucked dick before, naughty boy?”
He ignored me, and I pushed harder into his throat, feeling his airway close, unable to do anything but swallow around my dick. He felt too good. Holy fuck…I was too weak for this, my throat already raw from the abrasion.
Speaking of…
His dark, tanned face reddened, a beautiful blush coating his cheeks and his neck.
I gripped him by the throat, squeezing those thick ropes of muscle until a whimper escaped his lips.
“Fuck,” he said, his mouth so fucking full.
My hips were connecting with his forehead, and even then, I kept pushing, desperate to feel him farther down on my cock. I was throbbing, and the pulsing had a mind of its fucking own.
The demons and the angels in my head sang, and I moaned the tune, Randall’s struggles becoming stiller, more stifled as he kept trying to pull off of me.
“Fuck you.” He choked on my cock, and I laughed, gripping his dark hair and yanking his face up to face me.
“Faster, Liebling. Let me feel you shake. I want your groans vibrating my fucking balls. You have hands. Use them.”
He didn’t move until I clicked the safety off his gun, shoving it inside his mouth alongside my cock before it slipped out with a stream of drool.
Guess I can’t fit two cocks in that mouth. At least not mine.
The bite of the metal was cold, but the heat of his tongue was hotter than even the hell I was born from.
“Your—” he choked, pushing on my stomach to get even a few breaths through his nose. “The fucking devil.”
My tongue hung out of my open mouth, allowing the saliva to drip from the fleshy muscle onto Randall’s lips. “Duh. Although I’m surprised you haven’t seen Heaven’s bells yet, Baby Boy.”
I pulled out of his throat when his red face began to turn blue, his big body fading ever so slightly. His shoulder sagged into my pelvis as I watched the light enter back into his fiery eyes, his expression murderous.