“Is that why you’re here? Did you break into my home to threaten violence against any man who touches me?”
“No,” he says softly.
“Why are you here then?”
He looks a little bewildered. Like perhaps he’s not altogether clear why he’s here either. “I came to…to say happy birthday.”
I laugh out loud. I can’t help it. Surely, he must hear himself. Surely, he must know how ridiculous that sounds.
“Mm, if that’s why you came, did you bring me a present? ‘Cause that’s what people do when it’s someone’s birthday. I know I’ve spoken to you at length about social norms in the past.”
“No, but I thought about getting you one.” He looks surprised to hear himself say it. “You already have everything. I didn’t know what you’d want.”
“You know what I want. You know exactly what I want. I want you to suck my cock.” I’m more surprised than he is to hear myself speak like this. His eyes widen and then darken in a flash. I know lust when I see it. It spurs me on. “Get on your knees. Open your mouth. Don’t be a bitch about it. I know you want it.”
To my amazement, he does as I say. He follows my orders word for word. Letter for letter. He looks up as I unbuckle. I know he must be able to see how hard my hands are shaking, but I don’t care. I all but rip the zipper and shove my pants and underwear down past my hips. He reaches up and pulls them down. He does it hard. He pulls them all the way down to my ankles. I have a weird moment of indecision about my jacket. I can’t decide if I should keep it on or take it off.
Turns out, it doesn’t matter. He swallows my cock, and the second he does it, I’m rendered completely unable to think of anything else. All I can think of is how soft and warm his mouth is. How good his big hands feel as they grope my ass cheeks. They grope it hard. Fingers harpooning my flesh. Digging in. All I can see is how beautiful he looks on his knees. How goddamn amazing my cock looks sliding into his mouth. It’s red and glistening with his saliva. It's so hard, the veins are bulging. As good as it looks, it feels even better.
My hips scream at me to thrust. They scream at me to grab the back of his head and fuck his face hard. I almost do it. I reach out to take hold of him, but I can’t. I can’t because there’s something about him that I’ve never seen. He’s different tonight. He’s different, too. Maybe, he’s different like I’m different.
God, I hope so.
He’s not just sucking me off. He’s not just going through the motions, bobbing his head up and down to get me off. What he’s doing is different. He’s moving fast, but time’s going slow. He’s moving his lips and his tongue. The pleasure is acute. Extreme. Agony, almost. It’s almost agony right up until the second I realize he’s not just blowing me; he’s kissing my dick.
He laps at the tip. He does it gently. He flicks his tongue up and down my slit. Touching, teasing. He’s using his hand, too. He’s moving faster and faster. The long, grating sound I’ve been making is sliced into quarters as my hips start to spasm. I come so hard, my knees buckle and I almost double over. I feel like I’m falling or flying, I can’t tell which. Waves of pleasure hit me. Over and over again. He sucks until I’m positive he’s sucked my brain, or my soul, clean out of my cock. He holds me steady. He runs his hands up and down my legs until I come down. He circles my ankles tightly. It feels reassuring, like I’m anchored, somehow.
He gets up off his knees, wiping the corner of his mouth with his thumb and thoughtfully tasting the last of what I gave him. “Your security’s shit,” he says as he heads towards the door. “Your whole team should be fired.”
My guts coil, cramping at the sight of him walking away. “Saint, get back here!”
I try to follow. I take a big step and immediately falter. I stumble, cursing loudly. The fucker has knotted my belt around my ankles.
“Stop looking for me,” he says as he disappears into the shadows. “I don’t want to be found.”
Chapter 22
Demon
I’mawakeallnight.I don’t sleep a wink. I toss and turn until finally, when it starts getting light, I call Allan.
“I have two absolute variables for you."
“Okay, shoot.” He sounds like he’s either been up for hours, or he’s one of those freaks who wakes up cheerful and fullycompos mentis.
“His name is Saint.” I’ve been thinking about it for hours. His head turned when I called him last night. The same thing happened at the lake house as he was leaving. His shoulder stiffened and he looked back involuntarily. Possibly reflexively. If he was telling the truth about his name being Saint, he was telling the truth about it being his mother’s name, too. “Saint is his last name.”
“And the other variable?”
“Me.” I’m going out on a limb, but I have to do something. I have to find him, and our process of elimination has led to nothing. “I’m the other variable. Check the bank records of every man in the age and height range, named Saint, against mine. There’ll be a cross-over somewhere. A time and a date when both of us spent money in the same place.”
“Bank records are tricky. It’s one thing to look into one or two, but looking into hundreds, or even thousands…” His voice trails off. “It’s going to take time and it’s going to be expensive.”
“You know the number you gave me when I offered you this job?”
“I do.”
“Double it.”
