“Answer me and I will.”
“Me and Lucian…we planned this kill…Fuck, Menace. Oh god, you feel so fucking good.” More of his precum leaks onto my finger and my mouth waters with the need to taste him. Pure pleasure dances across his face in the dim glow of the streetlamp. “You don’t know how fucking hot it is that you saw me kill him.”
I smile wider, watching him come undone.
I bend to kiss him again, but the sirens are getting louder. Fuck, I want to make him come, but I don’t want to go to prison.
Needing to speed this along, I stroke in earnest. It’s risky, since he could leave biological evidence behind, but I’ll make sure that doesn’t happen.
As I tug on his cock, Hill glances at the dead body and his dick hardens even more, twitching in my hand. Fuck, he’s goddamn perfect. What other man likes to think about dead things while fucking?
Killing gives me such a rush, and it seems to do the same thing for Hill.
I press closer, my hard cock brushing against me. “I can’t wait to fuck you again, Hill. Can’t wait to wreck your hole so you can’t think of anyone but me. I’ll be the only thing on your mind while you’re emptying your balls.”
“Jesus,” he whimpers, and my cock throbs, my own balls heavy and full.
He bites his bottom lip, looking up at me as I stare back at him. “Come on, little psycho,” I whisper. “Come for me. I want to taste you.”
I tighten my hand around his dick and jerk him at an almost frantic pace. His body vibrates, strung so tight with his need to come that I can feel it. He’s close…almost there…almost…
The sirens are closer, less than a mile away if I had to guess. Hill’s eyes snap open and his mouth drops and I see it. The wild, heady look in his eyes at almost getting caught, at the cops beingright therewhile he’s getting a hand job.
Fuck, he’s fucking hot. I’ve never met anyone that has me this keyed up without even touching me. I’m so used to people fawning over me, trying to touch and kiss and fuck me, that I forgot how heady it is to have someone’s pleasure in my hands. The ability to push him over the edge with just my hand, with the situation we’re in…fuck, I need more.
If Hill thought he was going to get away from me, he’s sadly fucking mistaken.
Leaning forward, I bend to his neck and bite the soft skin there, licking the sweat that coats him. The makeup mars the taste but fuck it.
With a wild scream, he comes hard, his back arching as he pushes his pulsing cock into my grip.
“That’s it,” I whisper, jerking him through his release.
When he sags against the wall, I bring my messy hand to my mouth and lick his off his cum, humming at the salty taste. Absolutely fucking perfect.
“Taste just as good as you did the other night,” I whisper, then I kiss him, pushing my tongue into his mouth so can get a taste too. He threads his free arm around my neck, rubbing his naked dick over my clothed shaft. He still holds the knife to my belly, though he’s not pressing it in as much as he did before.
Fuck, he’s a good kisser. Demanding, but patient, giving and taking in equal measures. We might battle for who’s in control, but I win in the end, gripping his chin to hold him steady.
“We’re meant to be together, little psycho,” I breathe against his lips before dropping back down for me. “You’re my perfect match.”
He whimpers and tries to chase my mouth. I give in and place another kiss on his soft lips.
“We gotta go, little psycho,” I murmur against his mouth, before diving back in, nipping at his bottom lip before stroking my tongue over his. He moans into the kiss, and I curse, wanting, no,needingmore.
Before I can get more into the kiss and lose myself in him, I snatch away and tuck his shaft back into his pants. He looks dazed, his lips kiss swollen, his eyes taking on a dreamy quality. While I would love to stare at his pretty face like this for hours, our freedom depends on us getting the fuck out of here.
“Time to go, Hill.” The sound of the sirens seems to pull him from his sex haze, his eyes clearing as he looks at the body onemore time. He nods and flicks his knife shut, stuffing it into his pocket.
I grab his hand and pull. Without delay, we take off running, rounding the corner of the alley quickly.
As soon as we turn the corner, screeching tires fill the air.
He lets loose an errant laugh and I glance over at him, never seeing anything so beautiful in my life.
We stop running when we get closer to the club, where people are congregated on the sidewalk, wondering aloud what’s going on a few blocks over.
Hill and I blend in with the crowd, and I’m sure to keep my head down so no one recognizes me.
