Finley rested his head on Kage’s inner thigh and did as told. Kage’s dick was soft and small enough for him to play around with his tongue. His brain was still loud with their discussion and more things they should tell each other.
Kage stroked Finley’s upper back where his shoulders were still tense. “There’s something still bothering you.”
Finley shook his head. He’d love to tell Kage about the deal he had with Don Murphy. That he was waiting for information about his son’s killers and didn’t know what he’d expect from Finley in return. He didn’t think he could kill someone, but if he came face-to-face with the person who had murdered his son, and put in a position where he’d be protected by the Don, hismoral compass may be flexible. But knowing when to keep his mouth shut was what had helped him stay alive and thrive for seventeen years. He wasn’t about to risk that when waiting for the last thing that could give him closure over his son’s death. Only months before, that long-awaited moment would have marked his end too. Now, however, he saw going through the club’s doors and meeting Kage as taking a new lease on life. He should let himself enjoy it.
Finley let go of Kage’s cock to speak. “No, I’m just relaxing.”
Kage’s fingers found Finley’s hair, stroking gently, sending shivers down Finley’s back. “Good Toy. There’s one thing that I need you to promise me.”
“What is it?”Anything.
“That you won’t leave without telling me. You won’t—”
“I’m not going anywhere, Kage. I promise.”Not anymore.“I’ll just sit here and wait for your come.”
Kage released a long breath. “Thank you.”
Finley sucked Kage’s cock into his mouth and held it there. A new sense of relief washed over him and tension left his shoulders. Kage didn’t expect him to perform an elaborate blowjob, talk, or do anything he could fail at. He was only supposed to sit and enjoy the feel of his cock in his mouth.
Soon his head lolled to rest on Kage’s thigh, and his mind drifted off toAll Along the Watchtowerby Jimi Hendrix playing from the speakers. He hummed the familiar melody as Kage stroked his hair. Maybe it was an hour, maybe two. But the music stopped, and the flat had been quiet for a long time when Kage shuddered and flooded Finley’s mouth with come.
Chapter Nineteen
Finley
“Asex swing?” Finley eyed the contraption firmly attached to the ceiling above the bed, and several implements and toys on the table. The heavy iron device strapped where pillows should be looked ominous but Finley was sure it could do some kinky things when in Kage’s hands.
He’d followed the instructions Kage had left for him and dressed in a bright red latex jockstrap. He’d douched, shaved his crack and face, then lubed the black silicone plug before he pushed it up his ass. The preparation process put him in the mindset and amped his anticipation for what Kage had in store for him.
The door clicked and Finley turned around.
“You’re already hard.” Kage’s voice was low as his gaze raked over Finley like a passionate caress. He looked as sexy as always in leathers, boots, and a see-through black shirt that showcased his pierced nipples.
The urge to drop to his knees and beg for cock was strong in Finley, but instead, he straightened his posture, waiting for Kage’s instructions. “I know that brilliant mind of yours came up with something interesting for tonight.”
Kage’s low chuckle was straight-up movie villain-esque, but his smile reached his eyes. He shrugged off his shirt, then tossed it to the chair with flair. He approached Finley in a fluid stride and kissed him breathless. The faint smell of his cologne and desperate twist of his tongue in Finley’s mouth sent Finley’s heart hammering.
“Sit on the bed and spread your legs.”
Finley obeyed, licking his lips to catch any flavour of Kage still lingering. Kage stood between Finley’s parted knees and ran a hand down his own chest to the bulge in his leathers. “I can’t wait to get you set up for the night, but I see how you’ve been eyeing my nipples. You need some relaxing suckling.”
Finley bit the inside of his cheek so as not to grin. “Then can I suck your cock?”
Without a reply, Kage gripped Finley by the hair and guided him to suck one nipple then the other. Finley rolled his tongue over the piercing, tasting warm steel, revelling in the rumble in Kage’s chest. Closing his eyes, he focused on the sensations, and his mind cleared of the chaos of the outside world.
“Kneel with your hands behind your back.” Kage yanked Finley off by the hair, the pull at his nape sending a shiver down his spine. He’d probably never be a pain slut, but the way Kage made him hurt added to the pleasure and he was looking forward to experiencing more of it in tiny increments. Kage’sdecisive movements put Finley in a mindset to obey and throw away decision-making.
Finley dropped to his knees on the wooden floor, clasping his hands at the small of his back. Not touching Kage was hard, but following instructions was sure to get him well taken care of. Saliva pooled in his mouth when Kage released his cock from his leathers and fed it to Finley in slow thrusts.
“That’s my good Toy.” Kage groaned, and the sound along with the praise went straight to Finley’s hard-on.
Finley sucked, getting drunk on Kage’s approving moans, but as Kage’s movements grew quicker and deeper, he gagged and his eyes filled with tears.
“I’ll train you to take my cock into your throat until you beg me to fuck your mouth every day.” Kage held Finley to his groin by the hair until Finley could only take shallow breaths through his nose, then he let go.
Finley gulped air then chased Kage’s dick, needing his nose back in those short pubes.
Kage chuckled, petting Finley’s hair, fucking into his throat gently. “Don’t swallow. Keep it in your mouth,” he said and his thighs quivered just as he shot onto Finley’s tongue.
