Chapter Thirty-Seven
Kris
“Ah!” Kris gasped as he felt the warm, wet muscle stroke his length. He turned his head from side to side. He felt Ishmael shift, then the sound of a zip as Ishmael freed himself before going back down onto all fours.The tip of Ishmael’s cock brushed the side of Kris’ mouth.
He reacted without thinking, opening his mouth and sucking the tip inside.
“Cover your teeth,” Ishmael murmured. “If all you can manage is the tip, that’s fine for now.” Hot breath ghosted his prick just before a wet heat sucked him inside.
Kris bucked his hips involuntarily at the sensation, his cock filling in response to the stimulation. A drop of bitter fluid leaked from the tip in his own mouth. Kris decided to not question himself, giving in to his instincts and suckling the head, his mittened hands coming up to encircle Ishmael’s waist. Ishmael rocked gently back and forth and as he lavished attention onto Kris’ cock. It was over within moment’s, the stimulation too much. Kris opened his mouth in a guttural cry, Ishmael’s cock slipping free even as Kris shot his load down his master’s throat.
Ishmael swallowed his load down then licked him clean.
“I didn’t say you could stop,” he admonished Kris.
He turned and knelt up.
“Um, boss, this car doesn’t have tinted windows,” Ollie said, clearing his throat. “You, uh, might attract some undue attention on a traffic cam or from a passing car.”
Ishmael cursed but scooted back down.
“Fine, I’ll wait until we’re on the plane.”
Kris inwardly let out a sigh of relief as he relief as it registered that he didn’t have to attempt a full-on blow job just now. Then the meaning of what had been said fully sank in.
“Plane?” Kris repeated.
“Yes, don’t worry your pretty head about a thing. Just a little trip to check out a house I bought.” Ishmael patted Kris’ thigh in reassurance.
“Everything’s all set. Dad said to tell you that your contact at the Home Office says you owe him for the personal attention and walkthrough.”
Ishmael grunted. “That’s nothing new.”
“It’s with the rest of the papers, in a folder. Dad’s at the airport waiting with it all and the plane is ready to go with the pilot sitting there on standby.”
“Excellent.”
Kris tried to make sense of what he was hearing. Why would the Home Office have anything to do with a house purchase? And just where was it, that they needed to fly to get there? Or was this to help get Victor off of their trail? At the thought of returning to Victor, Kris began to weep. Within moments he began to hyperventilate, gasping for air. His earlier teas had excited his sinuses, and now they flowed, the mucous immediately blocking his breathing tubes. Panicked, he forgot he could breathe through his mouth.
Ishmael cursed. “Easy, baby! You can breathe through your mouth. Take a long, slow, breath.”
Kris fought to do as Ishmael told him, his mind understanding but his body refusing to respond. Then he felt hands tugging at his own, pulling them away from his neck while someone else pressed something against his neck.
“Don’t move, whatever you do.” Kris recognised Ezra’s voice. He stilled in wonder. Where had Ezra come from? He didn’t recall his presence in the car with them. That was when he noticed the car was no longer moving and he was outside, grass tickling his chest through the harness straps.
“Good boy,” Ishmael whispered to him. “No, be still. Ezra is going to cut the lock from your neck, and he doesn’t wish to cut you.”
Kris swallowed. Bolt cutters, big ones from the heft he could feel. “Okay,” he whispered back.” A split second later he heard a snick, then the hood was being pulled from his face.
The light from the headlamps blinded him, his eyes now used to complete darkness. He made a sound of distress and closed his eyes, turning his head away.
“No, no, I need to see your face, get those out of your nose,” Ishmael said.
Kris obliged, keeping his eyes screwed shut. When the tubes came free, he gave a frustrated gasp.
“Yes, well, you still have a runny nose,” Ishmael said.
A soft cloth pinched his nose gently, like a mother holding a tissue for her toddler to blow into. Kris blew and immediately felt better.
