“I’m not trying to fuck you. I’m trying to get away,” he snapped. As I kept holding him down, he looked at the watch Orson had given him. The hours were counting down minute by minute as we sped towards the airport. Baz was good at hiding his anxiety. It was subtle—the checking, the relentless need to keep trying to reach the door even though he knew that’d never work.
He was desperate to run away, and if I let him, we’d never see him again. He’d always think he’d kill us, even without proof. And if he wasn’t by my side, Damien would get him. I just knew it. The man had been relentlessly on us, going to extremes just to guarantee the outcome he wanted. Which was to get Baz. Fuck that.
If Baz stayed through the change, then he’d realize he didn’t need to run. He was already half-changed, and we were fine. Couldn’t he see that? We could assess the damage of his changes and make a plan. Can’t touch again? That’s fine, we build tolerances again. Why was he hell-bent on the idea of killing us? It was psychological.
“You need a distraction.” The words fell from my mouth before I thought them through. I grit my teeth and told myself to stop. I didn’t want a desperate last-minute fuck before he changed. Had it always been this hot in here? And his scent… Iwasn’t even inhaling him, and I felt dizzy. Why was I going into a rut?
“A distraction won’t help,” Baz huffed.
“This will.” I couldn’t resist him. Maybe it was because finally he’d said I could fuck him. Maybe it’s because for a moment last night I thought I might. Or maybe it was something else. The way he’d run his split tongue up my finger. How our bodies had been touching for an hour now in the back of this dark little space. How he kept forcing me to tackle him. Or how his smell was everywhere and making me dizzy, and his snake-like pupils slowly expanded each time he focused on me, like an excited predator getting ready to strike. His skin was hot, and the longer I stayed pressed against him, the more I started to glisten with sweat and feel delirious.
I slipped my fingers into my mouth, getting them wet before sliding them down the back of his pants. My mind drifted back to the motel room, remembering him trapped under me as I fucked Bree and the way he’d come when my fingers slid into him.
“You’re going to finger me in the back of a moving van?” Baz laughed. He clenched up tight when wet fingertips brushed his hole.
“Relax.” I pressed my nose to his nape and inhaled, growing lightheaded. The ache low in my stomach built. Had his smell always had this effect? It was hard to remember in the heat of it. My teeth ached. The need to mark him was overwhelming. I pulled my hand out of his pants, grabbed the waist of his pants, and tugged.
“You broke the button,” Baz commented with a sigh. Wasting no time, I pressed my teeth to the swell of Baz’s ass. He’d lose his shit if his blood was out in the open, so I didn’t break the skin. I dragged my tongue across the indented bite mark in one rough lick. Baz relaxed, his breath growing heavy. He always liked my tongue.
I licked over the bite mark and then began to move my mouth closer to the crease in a long, wet lick. I gripped his ass, spread him open, and leaned in.
“Jesus,” Baz snapped. He was going to have to be slowly seduced into this. Wait, intowhat? I wasn’t supposed to fuck him. Not yet. I groaned, pulling away. He rolled on his back and gave me a pointed look. My eyes slid down, seeing his exposed cock. I had no self-control. I’d admit that.
“Shit,” I sighed, disappointed in myself. Didn’t stop me, though. I bent over and swallowed his cock.
Baz lost all his fight. He groaned, hips pressing up so he could feed more cock between my lips.
“Okay, I don’t mind a distraction,” he rasped. I watched as his gloved hand hovered over my head, hesitating to touch me. Finally, he pulled his hand away and grabbed the edge of the mattress instead. If his touch was going to kill me, surely the long cock I let slide into my throat would be what did it, not a gloved hand on my head.
Baz groaned as I relaxed my throat and swallowed him entirely. My fingers dug into his pants, tugging them further down as I sucked him off. I’d been a mouth for Baz to fuck plenty of times, had sex with Baz just as many, but we were going to new territories soon. And we both knew it wasn’t just a physical thing. We’d danced around the depths of our emotions for a long time. And even though we were used to being physical, there was always an excuse for why it was impersonal. Whether that was Bree between us, or an extension of fighting.
But I wanted more. I wanted him to give in to us. And I hungered to bury my cock in him. The ache low in my belly and in my teeth was overwhelming. His long cock filled my mouth, a groan rumbling through the back of the van. It was time this was more.
I was burning up against him. I pulled off his cock and ripped off my shirt. His red and green eyes noted the slick sweat coating me.
“You’re hotter than before,” I said.
“Oh?” A sly smile spread over his face. I didn’t try to correct the double meaning. Instead, I bent Baz in half and licked a line from his asshole to his balls.
“Ah—” his shock cut off in a groan as I licked him ass to balls again. My grip tightened on his thighs as I went to do it again, but I dug my tongue into his ass instead. Baz jerked, a choked sound coming from him.
“Like it?” I mumbled as I pushed my tongue in further.
“Don’t talk with your mouth on my ass,” he rasped. My head swam, my body felt heavy, and my cock ached.
“Wait, are you trying to fuck menow? In the back of a kidnapping van going down the highway?”
“I’m not going to fuck you,” I murmured. I was totally going to fuck him. My fingers found his ass, and he tensed. Then he blew out a breath and relaxed. When my finger slid in, he hissed.
It went to my head like an injection of adrenaline. I imagined what sound he’d make when my cock slid in. I wrapped my mouth around his cock and sucked.
“Shit,” he rasped. Then a choked, “fuck,” as I pushed another finger in his ass, stretching him out. I wanted him to come, and I didn’t want to draw it out.
“Slow down,” he groaned. I pushed my fingers deep and up, and he jerked, his back bowing. I could tell by the pitch of his noises that he was close. I wrapped my mouth around the tip of his cock while my fist worked him fast. The taste of his cum hit my tongue in an instant, burning.
“Don’t swallow,” he rasped. “Venom.” I hadn’t planned to swallow. I rolled him belly-down on the mattress and pressed my mouth to his ass. As I dug my tongue in, his cum leaked out.
He gave a strangled choking noise. “I’m not in a good place emotionally to unpack coming in my own ass.”
