I pinned him against the wall and then went hard, driving his body up the wall with every thrust. My insides were on fire, the tension in me so tight I vibrated. I wanted to come, to fill up his body and stake my claim, but I denied myself, not wanting this to be over quite yet.
“Harder,” Haz encouraged. “Deeper.”
I obliged, thrusting so deep he made a strangled sound, and wetness coated my stomach for a second time. I looked down, surprised, not even realizing he’d gotten hard again.
As I watched his dick spasm again, I grabbed it, milking every last drop he could provide.
“That’s a good doll,” I murmured, leaving his dick to cup his cheek. “Tell me who you belong to.”
“You. Only you.”
I drove into him one last time, straining on my tiptoes and feeling my thigh muscles quake. The orgasm was so strong that I collapsed against him, burying my face in his neck as I jerked and unloaded, sparks of pleasure lighting my insides.
As the aftershocks faded, my toes started cramping, and I lowered to my heels.
“Stay inside me,” Haz pleaded, wrapping his arms around my neck and wiggling down on my half-hard dick. “Please.”
I pulled him off the wall, shut off the shower, and carried him to bed where we lay with me still buried deep in his ass.
“Thirty-five,” I said after a while.
“Hmm?”
“That’s my kill count. Thirty-five. The weapons are part of my job. Ghost does the same thing I do. And I’ve never dissolved a body in lye. That’s disgusting.”
Haz wiggled, my dick slipped out, and he rolled so we were face to face. His eyes were earnest when they looked into mine, and his hand gently rubbed against my beard. “I don’t want to leave. Tell me more.”
So I told him everything.
CHAPTER
TWENTY-FIVE
Haz
“Has anyone famous ever hired you? You know, to off another famous person?” I asked, wiggling a little closer to Kieran and sliding my bare toes between his calves.
He jerked as if I’d prodded him with a hot poker. “Your feet are like ice,” he criticized. “Why don’t you ever have any body heat?”
I pulled my foot back, but he caught my ankle and pushed it between his warm legs again. “And I tell you I’m a hitman, and this is the stuff you want to know? Celebrity gossip.”
“Don’t boyfriends gossip?” I wondered, swiftly realizing what I’d said. “I mean, w-w-well, urmm…” Pressing my lips together, I attempted to stop the stuttering. When I peeked up at him, he was watching me with steady blue eyes. Peeling my lips apart, I went for it. “Are we boyfriends?”
“Do you want to be?”
“You ask a lot of questions for someone who is supposed to be giving answers.”
His hand curled around my waist and pressed against my lower back to pull me right against his naked form. My stomachcrackled and popped, and I rubbed my fingers over his beard to soothe my nerves.
“Yes. We are boyfriends.”
My heart somersaulted. “I’ve never had a boyfriend before.”
“Well, I’m the only one you’re gonna have. Got it?” he said, gruff but not unkind.
“What about you? How many boyfriends have you had before?”
A look crossed his face, and his jaw tensed under my fingers. “One.”
