I nod and take a seat next to him, handing him the bowl of popcorn.
“The best use of this space. I come here sometimes just to think.”
Ansel takes a bite of the popcorn and moans around it. “Fuck, that’s nice.”
I watch him chew and swallow, giving him a water bottle to wash it down with. He pulls the cap off and takes a swig, a droplet of water lingering on his lips.
Leaning over, I swipe it away with my tongue.
It turns into more, quickly. His head tilts and his mouth opens. I push inside, tasting, feeling, justbeing.He moans, his hands not on me, but mine are on him. In his hair, around his neck.
“Fuck,” he groans when my lips trail around his ear. “I’m going to drop the Colombian popcorn.”
“Don’t drop it.”
He moans as my teeth graze his earlobe. His body starts to tremble, the breath coming out of his lungs frantic. The projector that he managed to turn on is illuminating stars across his skin, making him almost glow.
A perfect jewel in the midnight sky.
“You look so fucking perfect. Glowing,” I say as I nip my way down his neck to his collarbone. He arches into my touch, and I take the bowl of popcorn from his hand and place it gently on the floor.
I want to get on my knees for you,” I moan as I tug on the button of his pants. He lifts his hips up, and I drag his pants down. “I want to watch you shine as you come.”
My mouth finds his dick, the stars and lights flittering across it. It looks heavenly, the thing I most want. I lower my mouth and swallowhim down, wet and sloppy. But he loves it. His fingers wrap around my strands of hair, and he thrusts his hips up and down, pistoning into me over and over. Just like when he fucked me.
My cock aches. I pull it out, stroking it with each inhale, each choke, each groan.
My eyes drift up his heaving chest to his hooded eyes, watching the way the galaxy swims across his pale skin.
He’s an angel. A perfect specimen. And he’s all mine. All fucking mine.
The thought, the sight, it makes my release barrel through me. It bursts onto my palm, some hitting the floor.
His hands tighten against my scalp, and I moan around his shaft. His entire body starts to shake, and on a low, almost desperate moan, he releases into my mouth. I swallow as much of it as I can, wanting him inside of me. Some, however, trickles down my chin.
When I sit up, Ansel is looking more ethereal than before.
“God, that won’t ever get old, will it?”
I swipe at my chin and lick my lips. “No, butterfly. It sure as fuck won’t.”
21
ANSEL
Cade’s behavior over the next week proves that Neo is full of shit. Or at least mostly. I could forgive a friend for his worry if it didn’t make me question everything about Cade and me.
But as the week moves on, I notice that not only does he sleep curled up against me, but he takes me out every day too. Alone. When I hesitantly questioned him about whether he needed guards, he just laughed.
“Butterfly, you’re the only person who’s ever successfully kidnapped me…and that was only successful because I let you.”
Turns out that Cade has a lot of free time because he doesn’t work a “regular” job, The Firm apparently keeping him busy enough. Officially, he’s an “investor,” but unofficially, he’s doing shady shit that no one knows about.
Including me. For someone who’s open about every thought he’s having, Cade is surprisingly tight-lipped about what has him slipping from the house at random hours of the day and night.
I try not to let it bother me. It’s not like I’ve told him everything.
He still doesn’t know about the Umbra Syndicate…and I have no plans to change that.
