“Good kitten,” I said, thrusting my hips and raising my knees slightly with him on them. “Suck it.”
Ezra wasted no time getting his mouth around my cock. He went deep almost immediately, gagging on my cock as he pressed at it with his tongue, pulsating it against the underside, all the way up to the tip where he awoke some of its sensitivity. His eyes on me, he looked for approval, looked for encouragement, and I gave both.
“Now sit on it,” I told him. “I want to see you bounce while you’re wearing my initial, and maybe I’ll get you something you can wear to show you’re mine.”
He nodded, biting his trembling bottom lip. “Yes, Sir.”
I didn’t know what to get him, but I knew I needed something to show anyone who looked that he was mine. A bite came to mind, a tattoo, but I didn’t want that to go with the line of accusations that I’d kidnapped and controlled him—both partially true.
His ass was ready, and with just a little squeezing and moaning on his part, I was deep inside him. Slow, gentle, he took control with the way he rode me, almost like he was spelling outthe alphabet with the way he was moving. I kept my hands on his hips, making sure my cock was deep in him at all times. The view of my name, my ownership over him, had me resisting the urge to come, to end the fun. I was fighting back the ultimate pleasure of an orgasm.
I’d give him anything, all he had to do was ask. All he had to do was keep riding me like it was his duty in life. All I had to do was keep myself controlled, composed, hands screwed on his skin, my property, as my hands in their gnarled knuckle grips moved around his naked body like I was assessing him.
Ezra came first, all across my chest. He leaned in, his chest against mine now, my knees rising to keep my cock buried deep in him, thrusting harder and faster, making sure to embrace the tightness of his hole in all his post-nut glory. It was ultimate pleasure, and it came at a cost. I came inside him moments later while he was rubbing his chest to mine—making sure all his cum was soaked into my chest hair.
Kissing my neck, he whispered, “Love you.” It was whispered amongst things I’d done to him. “Love it when you’re deep,” he said. “Love it when you fill me up.” I’d wrapped my arms around his back at this point and continued to pump my cock into him, even after coming. His lips, his tongue, his teeth, he knew just where to use them to get me off.
“Love you more,” I said, finally letting go of him, my cock popping out of his ass. He moaned. I pushed his head back and forced my tongue into his mouth.
After making out for a while, Ezra rolled off me. “What are we going to do while we wait?” he mumbled. “I love having sex with you, but I’m bored.”
Turning on my side, I tucked my finger under his chin, guiding his head to turn for me. “Kitten,” I whispered. “You can do anything you want after we’ve got through the other side of this.”
He nodded, but there was a sadness in his eyes. I didn’t like seeing the sadness. “Maybe we could go back to Sugar Bay.”
“Maybe,” I said. “My smoker is there, and I loved those cupcakes you bought.”
“See,” he said, swatting a hand at my chest. “It was perfect there. And maybe not with fake names. I kept forgetting my other name.”
I let out a chuckle. “It’s your middle name.”
“Oh my god, you’re right.” He snorted, then clutched his stomach. “I think you really might’ve destroyed me.”
“You go deal withthat,” I said, kissing him. “I’ll come join you when you turn the shower on.”
As I stared at the ceiling alone, I wondered how long we’d be here as well. With my government name all over the news, and my face in the papers, I would need a forger if we were to leave before this entire thing was sorted. I’d stopped communicating with Runa a couple of days ago, and the comms were in a faraday cage. It was more of a pouch, and it contained the mobile phones we weren’t allowed to turn on.
Currently, all communication came through letters one of the Bianchi men brought down—I would only deal with the three brothers. I trusted them, but I didn’t trust any of their soldiers. They had little skin in the game, and a lot of them were opportunists.
The moment I heard the shower turn on, I stopped thinking and headed to the bathroom. It was time for steamy cuddles and Ezra using my body as his personal loofah. I wouldn’t have it any other way.
18. EZRA
It had been weeks with no movement in the case, and I’d started to feel like we weren’t ever going to leave this place. I didn’t even care anymore about being caught, I just wanted it over with. My legal team had built something solid, something I could actually present, but now Victor had gone into hiding. He was probably doing the same as me, hiding underground, probably in a fancier place, surrounded by all types of hired guns to protect him.
Standing between two dumpsters in the icy morning air, I sucked in deep and let the cool settle on my skin. I stayed outside until my nose and cheeks became pink. It was easy enough to do considering I think being underground had made me lose skin pigment—or at least I joked it had. Making jokes was my new hobby, and I think through all of this, the main takeaway was finding my voice.
“Are you coming in?” Jacques asked from the doorway.
While he couldn’t see my face, I rolled my eyes and screwed up my face into a big frown. “Five more minutes,” I said.
“Okay, we’re getting a Christmas tree delivered later.”
“Fine,” I grumbled back.
I should’ve been happy—excited even. The idea of Christmas was always nostalgic to me. My mom liked a conservative tree with these tiny Korean dolls dressed in hanboks. My grandma on my dad’s side always liked a full tree with glitter baubles, tinsel, and colorful lights that flashed in a way I found hypnotizing.
Christmas meant we were going to be spending more time here, underground, out of the way, avoiding everyone. I’d only seen three other people, and they didn’t stick around longer than it took for them to hand over a recording or letter.
