When he’s behind the wheel, Menace doesn’t immediately start the car. We sit for a while and talk, mostly about my time in foster care.
“It wasn’t the worst,” I say. “I didn’t have it as bad as someone like Lucian, but it wasn’t a walk in the park. When I turned thirteen, I stopped being placed and was just raised in the group home. It was your standard fare—not enough food, clothes too small, and resources limited. But it was better than abuse. Lucian stopped going when he was fifteen, and we spent the last few years doing all kinds of odd jobs and filling out tons of scholarships so we could go to college and get away from our bullshit lives. We made it out. Not many do.”
Menace threads our fingers together, a soft smile pulled at his lips. “I’m glad you did. It’s nice that you two had each other. I didn’t have many friends growing up. The one I had, we lost touch when I started modeling. We occasionally fill each other in on our lives, but we moved in different directions.”
“Is he jealous of your success?”
He shakes his head. “No, the opposite. He’s glad I got out of the hellhole we were mired in. I helped him move out of the trailer park we were raised in as soon as I got my first check from a brand deal, and he’s living comfortably now that he doesn’t have to worry about being trapped in an alcohol-infested hovel.”
Turning so I can face him more fully, I ask, “Did he ever join you on outings or anything?”
“No. He likes his anonymity and I respect it. But from the way you describe your relationship with Lucian, I don’t think the two of us were as close as your friendship.”
“Did you kill together?” I ask with a grin.
“Not even close.” Menace grips my chin and pulls me closer, kissing me soundly.
I chase his mouth, deepening the kiss until I’m practically on his lap.
When I break the kiss, I ask, “How far to your place?” I lick along his cheek, tasting sweat and desire, making my cock throb in my pants.
“Twenty minutes,” he groans as I flex my fingers on his dick.
“I have plans for you that might take the entire twenty.” I murmur, grasping his cock through his pants.
“Make em count, little psycho.”
“I plan to.” I nose up his throat, then bite down at his flesh. Menace’s rumbling groan shakes the windows. I smile against him as I undo his pants.
My hand is greedy as I shove it inside, grabbing his steel hard cock. It feels like velvet in my hand, hot skin nestled in my palm.
“You feel good,” I whisper as I stroke him, “I’d rather taste you, though.”
“I’m not stopping you,” he quips.
“Drive,” I say as I pull him from his pants and adjust myself in my seat. “I wanna see if I can get you off before we get to your place.”
“Bet,” he says, putting the key in the ignition and starting the car. It wakes with a purr, the soft hum the perfect backdrop for what I plan to do.
When Menace shifts his car into drive, I wrap my lips around his crown, sucking softly. Precum leaks into my mouth and I tighten my suction to pull more out of him.
Menace curses and puts his hand on the back of my head, threading his fingers in my hair and yanking just a little. I mewl at the soft bite of pain, the sensation going straight to my balls, tightening them to my body.
Slowly, I sink down, swallowing as I suck in inch after inch of him until I’m brushing the top of his slacks. My mouth is stretched to bursting.
He tastes so fucking good, like warm skin, a hint of sweat and man, with a side of danger.
It’s a wonder Menace fools anyone around him. He looks, tastes, and smells like danger, like a man that will end a person’s existence and have tea after with blood still on his hands. MaybeI see it because he’s just like me. Maybe that’s why we clicked so easily, so quickly. Even without speaking, he knew who I was, just like I knew him.
The stare we shared the night of the charity gala spoke volumes. Even looking back at some of the photos taken that night, I could see the darkness radiating off him in waves. Especially at the images that showed him looking at me, a slight smirk on his face.
He’s like me—a killer that blends in, danger personified. It’s fucking intoxicating to be with someone I don’t have to hide from, someone that can see the real me and not shy away in fear. Someone thatknowswhat it’s like to take a life and how fucking arousing it is to have that much power.
Menace’s hard hand in my hair brings me back to what I’m doing, trying to drag me off his dick. Yeah, that’s not going to happen. I’m going to pull this orgasm from him if it’s the last thing I do.
I make a tsking sound around his shaft and Menace curses loudly as his dick twitches. More precum leaks into my mouth as I pick up the pace, making obscene noises as I take him into my throat. I swallow convulsively, letting the sensation ripple around his cockhead to drive him wild.
My free hand cups his balls through his pants, pressing down enough for him to know I’m there, for that small zing to send shivers down his spine.
