But then Xavier might actually kill me.
It takes all of my willpower to remove myself from the incubus underneath me. I can hear Philip putting his keys down somewhere and walking deeper into the house, so I fix my dick and drag Christian to his feet by his shirt, pulling him into the closest room. After surveying quickly, I pull us both into the closet—the only thing big enough for both of us—and when I close us in, I shake my head to try to clear the lust and replace it with reason.
Christian is sitting on a shelf that’s just up to my thighs and I’m tucked between his legs with my back to the closet door. His energy’s practically begging me to fuck him… and it’s doing nothing to help channel blood away from my dick. His grip on my wrist is tight and I can’t help but like watching him from this angle between his legs.
Philip is on the phone, I can hear his voice coming closer as he walks up the stairs, and a scowl spreads over my face because I’m beyond furious at Xavier.
‘Book convention’ my ass.
I’m so busy cursing him in my head for ruining this fucking moment for me, that my entire body snaps to attention when I feel Christian’s lips on my neck.
“Ngh.” My dick twitches inside my pants.
He aims for the spots that sting painfully. He pinches them with his teethand drags his tongue over them before moving to the next one, and it takes me a moment to realize he’s aiming for the marks Cameron left on me.
“You’re going to be the fucking death of me,”I whisper, but I wouldn’t stop him even if it meant a bullet between the eyes.
Philip’s voice finally reaches the top floor, “It was just a short outage. I’m here to check things out so don’t worry. Just focus on enjoying your convention, Warren.”
So the man walking through the house right now, isn’t Philip?
Christian’s hand slides into my pants to grip my cock and my head tilts back.
We’re fucked.
Xavier’s going to kill me.
I have to force every muscle in my body to stay still. To keep quiet. To maintain control.
“If we find anything out of the ordinary, the team and I will deal with it.” Fake Philip assures the real Philip, “You know that.”
Five years and we had an inkling. But now there isn’t a shadow of a doubt.
The Harvester really has a fucking backer.
Now who exactly is the snake that’d dare back this guy in ourfuckingcity?
I can’t even formulate a proper violent thought, because Christian pulls my shirt down to reach the marks on my collarbone and further down my chest, while simultaneously stroking the skin of my dick.
Fuck, I just want to cum. Preferably while pummelling your hole. I wouldn’t wish this shit on my worst enemy. Could you not torture me?
It's like he can see the marks on me even in this dark space, because his teeth are closing around my skin with fierce precision. It’s so erotic, I’m seconds away from fumbling this entire mission just to bury my cock inside him. The heat beneath my skin is unbearable.
I hear the moment when the stranger opens the room with the photos andI’m practically counting the seconds until he leaves, because Christian’s fingers are exploring curiously. He grips my cock tightly in his fingers. Then loosely. He strokes the skin of my dick back and forth before going deeper in, to touch my balls…
Then he does it all over again.
My breaths have become soundless gasps for air.
When he pulls away from my neck and chest to hold my gaze, my pride is the only thing keeping me from begging.
Until his hand retreats.
Leaving me cold.
His eyes don't leave mine when he pulls out his own cock.
They don't leave mine when he strokes it once. Twice.
