“Yessss. Fill me up. I’m yours.”
He makes another guttural noise, his body twitching as he releases inside me. My own cock throbs, trapped between us, but I don’t even care if I get off. Somehow, this was enough.
Vanian doesn’t miss anything though. He pulls out of me, making me whimper, and scoops up some of his cum from between my legs, using it to jack me. I throw my head back, lost in the sensation and the sticky slickness of his hand. He attacks my mouth again, biting my bottom lip and whispering, “Come for me, Bends. I want to taste you again. I wanna taste us.”
“Fuck.” I shiver as the first wave hits, moaning so loudly I’d swear the walls shake.
“That’s it, gorgeous.” Vanian slows his strokes. “You look fucking magnificent.”
His hot mouth finds my cock as he slides down, licking and gently sucking the tip, and I force my eyes open just to be able to capture the moment. I never want to forget what Van looks like with my cock in his mouth.
“Mercy,” I mumble as another shiver moves through me.
Van lets me go, rolling onto his back beside me. I can’t imagine what we look like right now—thoroughly fucked and covered in dirt, lying next to a dead body—and I don’t care.
We lie in complete silence, except for our heavy breathing, for several minutes.
“We should clean up,” Vanian finally says.
“Yeah.”
“Be right back.”
I get to my feet while Van goes out to the car. As I pull my pants back into place and brush off some of the dirt, my eyes catch on Fetterman, lying in a sizable pool of blood. I should feel something besides a sense of relief that this guy won’t hurt anyone ever again, and I get how Vanian ended up doing what he does now. You feel like a goddamn hero even if no one else will ever know.
Vanian returns with a small bag he packed with a few towels and wet wipes. We clean up the scene, making sure we’ve left nothing behind, but even if we did, it would be nearly impossible to find anything in the dirt.
Something moves in the corner, and I gasp as Vanian aims his phone light towards it. Focusing on it, I relax when I see what it is.
“Rats.”
“Perfect,” Vanian says. “They’ll do a lot of the work for us. By the time anyone finds his body, any evidence will be long gone.” He grabs a small container from the floor. “But just in case.”
“What’s that?”
“Gasoline.”
I watch as Vanian drags Alex’s body farther away from where we just fucked. When he walks back, he’s smiling. He pours a bit of gas on the ground and uses a lighter to ignite it. It’s not big enough to spread, but it’s enough to burn away any lingering saliva or cum we might have left behind. Gotta hand it to him, he knows what he’s doing.
“We could burn the body,” I suggest.
Vanian shakes his head. “We want him to be identified. We want his victims to know he’s gone.”
“Oh, right. Should we take his phone? He contacted you on it.”
“Nah. I already deleted the profile on the app where we messaged.”
“You think of everything.”
“I watched a lot of true crime documentaries and learned about the ways the killers were caught. It was helpful.”
“Huh. I never would’ve thought of that.”
After the fire dies out and we stomp on the dirt to be sure, Vanian looks around. “Ready to get out of here?”
“Yeah. Are you?” I grab his hand. “I mean, are you really ready?”
He looks back at the body for a moment before exhaling slowly. “I’m ready.”
