Fuck. Kit bit his lip. Darius just said he didn’t want to be serious. And this was such an insane, juvenile conversation when mere hours ago, Darius shot a man.
“Hey.” Darius traced Kit’s lower lip, his dark eyes intent. This close, every pore in his glossy dark skin was visible. The faint scar on his jaw. The stubble shadowing his cheeks. “As long as I’m what?”
If Kit was going to scare Darius off, he may as well do it properly. “As long as you’re mine.”
Instead of recoiling, Darius grinned. “I don’t mind that label at all. As long as it’s a fair trade.” He traced Kit’s lower lipagain as his other hand teased beneath Kit’s waistband. “You’re already mine though, aren’t you?”
“Yeah,” Kit breathed. Suddenly this felt far more serious than either of them wanted to admit. That was okay. Kit wasn’t like James either. He was patient, and he was fully willing to get back to distracting everyone with sex. “Speaking of fair trades, you kill for money, right? And you killed someone for me today.”
“That’s true,” Darius said. “Don’t tell James, but my bullet definitely hit first.”
“I won’t say a word. But the problem is, I don’t have enough money to afford your services.” Kit murmured into Darius’s ear, “Is there any other way I can repay you?”
Darius groaned and pulled Kit back by the hair. Gently, yet clearly taking charge. “I can think of a few ways.”
He pushed two fingers against Kit’s lips. Kit obediently opened his mouth, buzzing with anticipation. Fighting his natural instinct, Kit didn’t do anything after that. Just held Darius’s fingers in his mouth, waiting for the next order.
“Good boy.” Darius’s praise and smile were the best reward. “Can you suck on them for me?”
Darius’s fingers were large, tasting mostly like the leather steering wheel. Kit worked them properly with his tongue, sucking them until all he tasted was Darius himself. The task was difficult with the way Darius kept exploring. He touched the roof of Kit’s mouth, slid next to his tongue. Kit choked once, when Darius rubbed the very back of his tongue. Then Darius did it again, and Kit’s cock strained against his jeans.
“You look obscene like this,” Darius commented, his voice low. “So fucking gorgeous.”
More heat rushed down Kit’s veins, and he moaned around Darius’s fingers. Spit dampened the stretched corners of his lips.
“Such a pretty little slut. You like that, don’t you?” Whatever Darius saw in Kit’s lust-dazed eyes must have been confirmation, because he grinned hungrily. “You can keep your secrets, but you can’t hide this, can you?”
Kit just moaned again and hollowed his cheeks, sucking Darius’s fingers even harder. Not enough. He leaned forward as Darius withdrew from his lips, trying to catch them again. But Darius held him in place with that same hand, smearing saliva on Kit’s cheek.
“Would you mind getting out of the car?” Darius asked.
Kit nuzzled into Darius’s grip. “Why?”
“Because I don’t like my odds of getting your jeans down in this position.”
Okay, yeah. That was fair. They stumbled from the car, and the cool night air shocked Kit’s heated body until Darius pressed him face-first against the door. Then all Kit felt was heat again.
Kit braced his forearms against the glass. Gravel shifted beneath their feet. They were in James’s driveway, surrounded by rustling trees, no neighbors in sight. The car went dark, and the house lights barely reached them.
Darius’s arms looped around Kit. He kissed the back of Kit’s neck as he snapped open the fly of Kit’s skinny jeans.
“Wait,” Kit said, with the last shred of awareness he had left. “James has security cameras.”
Darius paused, his breath hot in Kit’s ear. “I don’t mind giving James a show. But we can stop if you want.”
Any other night, Kit would have said to stop. But to his own silent shock, he was okay with this. He trusted James and Darius to kill Smith for him. He could trust them with simple camera footage.
Kit’s breath hitched. “I don’t mind either.”
“Good,” Darius said, and wrapped a hand around Kit’s cock.
34
“I don’t want you to think.”
Kit whimpered with each rough, perfect pull. Darius’s hand was slick with Kit’s own saliva, and his body molded against Kit’s. The feel of Darius’s cock burning against his ass was almost better than the hand stroking him.
They didn’t have lube. Darius didn’t unfasten the fly of his slacks. He wasn’t even moving against Kit, just covering him, holding Kit in place between his body and the car. Somehow, it was just as intimate as if Darius was truly buried inside Kit’s hole.
