“When was the last time…that someone tried?” I asked.
“Three years ago.”
“But you’re…you’re out of the business?” I asked.
“I’ve been out for more than ten years. I have good relationships with a few guys that I’ll help out once in a while if they need it.”
“Like who?”
“Director of the FBI. Head of the NSA…that’s on account of Everett.”
“So Everett knows about you?”
“He does. He’s helped get the word out as much as he can that I’m off limits. He also has enough contacts that he can help me out on occasion – like getting your house cleaned up without a lot of questions after we left that night. He also hooked me up with Ronan, who’s the one who asked me to take your case.”
“I thought Beck’s uncle was the one who asked you.”
Vincent shook his head. “Beck’s uncle and his father are friends with Ronan, but I didn’t know that going into all this. I ran into Dom by chance when I was meeting with Ronan and one of his men. Dom told me about Beck. He was the reason I agreed.”
“You didn’t initially want to do it?” I asked.
Vincent smiled. “Let’s just say I wasn’t your biggest fan when Ronan told me what you did for a living.”
I chuckled. “And now?”
Vincent’s expression turned serious as he held my gaze. “Definitely a fan,” he whispered, and then he was pulling me forward for a long, sweet kiss. When he tried to pull back, I followed until I was straddling his lap.
I grabbed his face to make sure he was focused on me when I said, “Thank you for telling me. Doesn’t change a thing,” I said softly. “But thank you for trusting me.”
Vincent nodded and then he was kissing me again. His hands drifted down my ass so he could grind our cocks together. It was a struggle to stop kissing him long enough for him to get my shirt off. It wasn’t until his hand snaked down my pants and gripped my cock that I tore my mouth from his and let out a guttural groan. He gave me several long strokes that had me bucking against his hand. My breath was coming in hard pants as I said, “Do you…do you have anything?”
I hoped like hell he knew what I was talking about, because I couldn’t get the damn thought out beyond those few words.
“Uh-huh,” he murmured against my mouth. “Pants off,” he ordered as he pulled his wallet out of his jeans and began rifling through it.
I stumbled to my feet and practically ripped my pants off. By the time I’d kicked them aside, he had his pants shoved down his hips and he was lubing up his dick. I waited for him to tell me what position he wanted me in, but when he snagged my wrist and dragged me back down onto his lap, I lost all train of thought. His slick dick rubbed up against mine and then his hand was there.
“Lift up a little,” he said. I used my knees to lift off him and let out a hoarse moan when his finger found my hole. I braced my hands on his shoulders as he pressed his finger inside of me in one swift move, and as he finger-fucked me, I tried grinding my erection against his body.
Then his dick was there and he was urging me back down. It wasn’t until his crown nudged up against my hole that I realized he was going to take me just like this – with me straddling him.
Riding him.
“Oh God,” I cried out as he began to sink inside of me. I dropped all my weight down onto him in my eagerness to get him fully inside of me.
“Slow, baby,” he whispered.
I shook my head. I didn’t want slow. I wanted fast and hard and hot.
The position gave me more control than I’d ever had before, which I eagerly took advantage of. Even as Vincent tried to grab my hips to slow me down, I let gravity work in my favor. The stretch bordered on painful as he bottomed out inside of me. I sat there, heart thudding inside my chest, breaths seesawing in and out of me as I tried to adjust to how full the new position made me feel. It wasn’t until Vincent murmured, “Your show, baby,” against my lips that I realized he was really going to let me have this.
He was going to let me control our pleasure.
I lifted up a little and dropped back down, but true to his word, Vincent’s hold on my hips was merely to steady me and not urge me on either way. I found the rhythm I wanted after just a couple of minutes. I could feel Vincent’s pants scraping my ass every time I lowered myself onto him, but the sensation just ratcheted my need higher.
I began to frantically ride him as I wrapped my arms around his neck. “So good, Vincent,” I growled as I chased my orgasm. “So close,” I told him, hoping he wasn’t far behind me.
“Take what you want, Nate. Wanna watch you come.”
It was the permission I needed. I lost all interest in where he was at and just used his body to my benefit. I was dimly aware of him urging me on with his voice and his hands, but I was too far gone to care. My one and only goal was to come.
I reached between our bodies and began desperately jerking myself off as the friction of his dick sliding in and out of me began to dictate how I moved.
“That’s it, baby. Shoot it all over me.”
Vincent’s voice broke through the haze of pleasure, and I looked down to see my hand furiously stroking my dick over the hard muscles of Vincent’s abdomen. Our bodies were slick with sweat, and I used my free hand to clasp his neck as the orgasm raced up my spine. I came hard and fast, but luckily, I managed to keep my eyes open long enough to see a jet of cum splatter across Vincent’s open lips. Another shot of semen grazed his cheek. I was so turned on by the sight that I kept riding Vincent as I leaned over and ran my tongue up his cheek to collect the fluid. His chin was next, and then I was kissing him and sharing my taste with him. He eagerly lapped at my mouth as he took everything I gave him. I felt his dick pulsing inside of me, signaling the end. He shouted into our next kiss as he came, and I hung onto his shoulders as he jerked his hips upwards so he could press himself as deep inside of me as he could get.
When it was all over, we hung there in blissful silence as we both came down.
Reality intruded, and I realized that tonight very well could be one of my last nights with him.
And for the first time since I’d been attacked in my own home, I wasn’t eager to find the assailant.
How fucked up was that?
Chapter 24
Vincent
“Everybody clear?” I asked as I took one last look at the map laid out on the table.
The men around the table nodded, and then they were leaving the room. The long-haired one, Jace, patted me on the shoulder. “We’ve got your back, Vincent. Nothing will happen to him.”
I wasn’t sure what surprised me more - the physical contact or the realization that Jace had figured out what Nathan meant to me, despite the fact I’d only known the operative for a short time.
As caught off guard as I was by the reassurance, it was still oddly comforting. I’d literally met these guys an hour ago, and yet I was putting Nathan’s life in their hands. Ronan had sent me background on each man, so I knew they were the best of the best. Jace, for his part, was considered one of the best snipers in the world.
A skill that would come in handy when he was perched on top of one of the buildings surrounding the park where the rally was being held. He’d be able to keep eyes on Nathan through his scope and take out anyone the rest of us couldn’t reach on foot as we worked the crowd while Nathan was giving his speech.
“Thanks,” I murmured as I watched him leave. Two of the men would sit outside the house overnight and a third would be staying inside the house with me and Nathan to keep watch while we slept. That same man would keep the house secure the following day while the rest accompanied us to and from the rally.
Even though Ronan’s guys would be enough for the job, I’d decided to take it a step further and cash in my chips with the head of the NSA. The man had agreed to send some of his agents to cover the rally in place of the standard security guards. They’d also look the other way when it c
ame to me and my men being armed on the premises. So, between the men I was bringing with me and the Secret Service agents, Nathan would be one of the most well-protected men in America tomorrow.
I glanced up at the repaired picture window and shuddered at the memory of Nathan’s assailant standing behind him with a knife.
Too fucking close.
I switched off the lights and did a quick check of the first floor to make sure everything was locked up before heading upstairs.
Things had gotten a little awkward when we’d arrived at the house. Nathan had seemed uncomfortable as he’d babbled on about me using a guest room if I wanted, or sharing his room. I’d attributed the whole thing to a mix of nerves about tomorrow, as well as us no longer being in the privacy of my own home, but in truth, I was a little on edge about the whole thing. I’d ended up agreeing to a guest room just to put him at ease, but there was no way in hell I had any intention of actually sleeping in it.
Not after having spent the last several nights with Nathan snuggled up against my side.
In theory, I should have welcomed the opportunity to get some distance from him, but between the danger tomorrow would bring, and the realization that tonight could very well be my last night with him if tomorrow went our way, I sure as hell wasn’t spending the night apart from him.
I snagged my bag off the bed in the guest room and went to Nathan’s room. The door was closed, but I didn’t bother knocking. He wasn’t in the room, but I could see a plume of steam coming from the open bathroom door. I dropped my bag on the floor and reached into it to search out my shaving kit and toothbrush.
As I neared the bathroom, I saw Nathan standing in front of the vanity, his eyes on his reflection in the huge mirror. His hair was damp and he had a towel wrapped around his hips. His eyes met mine in the reflection and held them as I stepped up behind him and put my shaving kit and toothbrush down on the counter.
Neither of us spoke as we watched each other.
We didn’t have to.
I knew exactly what he was thinking, and I suspected it was the same for him.
I let my hand skim over his beautiful back as I dropped my lips to his shoulder. His skin was warm and damp. I lifted my other hand to clasp his waist as I trailed my lips up his neck. When my mouth found his, he straightened and his hand reached behind him to tangle in my hair. The kiss was raw and carnal, with each of us trying to gain control of it.
I won, but only because I chose that moment to release his towel. As he gasped, I took ownership of his mouth and then the rest of him. My hands roamed all over his body as I began pumping my hips against his. When I finally reached his dick, Nathan whispered my name.
“What, baby?” I asked as I began giving him short, jerky strokes that wouldn’t give him the satisfaction he was seeking.
“Fuck me,” he begged as he thrust his ass against me. The fabric of my jeans did nothing to hide my erection.
“Look in the mirror,” I ordered. It took him a moment to follow through on the command. He pressed both hands on the counter to support himself as he looked in the mirror. But his eyes were on me, not himself.
“Look at yourself,” I said.
When he did, I leaned in to nip at his ear. “Now beg me to fuck you again,” I murmured. “See what I see when you’re begging for my cock.”
Nathan’s body trembled at my words. His eyes remained on his own reflection. “Vincent, please…please fuck me,” he managed to get out.
I rewarded him with a hard stroke on his dick and then I fondled his balls. He let out a whimper of protest when I released his cock. I kept humping his ass as I reached behind me and tugged my shirt off. Nathan’s eyes were plastered on me in the mirror as I put my hands on his hips and began to pump my erection against his ass, mimicking the hard fucking I was going to be giving him.
“Yes,” he cried out. “More.”
Sweat started forming on his body, making his tanned skin glow beneath the soft overhead lights.
I stepped back enough to admire his gorgeous backside, but when he tried to turn around, I smacked his ass hard enough to get his attention. “Don’t move,” I said firmly.
He let out a little moan, but managed a nod. His upper body had collapsed onto the countertop, his weight supported by his forearms as he buried his face in his hands.
I continued to toy with him for a few minutes by letting my hands slide all over his body, but ignoring the parts of him that were most desperate for my touch. Then I was dropping to my knees behind him.
“Vincent?” Nathan whispered uncertainly as I split him open, but I gave him no time to consider what I was doing. The second I licked over his opening, he let out a harsh shout and slammed his hand against the glass to brace himself. He tried to jerk away from me, but I grabbed his hips and licked him again, then gently sucked. All of his struggles ceased and within seconds, he was pushing his ass backwards, trying to get more.
I toyed with his hole a little and then slid my tongue down his crease until I reached his balls. I took each one into my mouth, and then I lavished attention on his leaking dick. When I returned to his hole, I felt his hand reach around to slide into my hair, presumably to try and force me to give him more of what I was already giving him.
I worked his opening with soft licks and kisses until it began to relax, and then I stiffened my tongue and pushed it between the tight muscles. Nathan let out a keening cry as I began fucking him with my mouth.
“I’m going to come!” he shouted.
I grabbed the base of his dick to keep him from coming and pulled my mouth from his fluttering entrance.
I quickly stood and leaned over his back and kissed him, forcing his head into an awkward angle as I owned his mouth. There wasn’t even an ounce of hesitation on his part to kiss me back, despite where my mouth had just been.
“You don’t come until I tell you to, do you understand me?” I growled.
Nathan let out a soft groan, but nodded.
I reached down to find the lube I kept in one of the side pockets of my shaving kit. I kept bumping my hips up against Nathan’s ass as I worked to open the small bottle. I undid my pants and released my rock-hard cock, but instead of slathering it with lube right away, I grabbed Nathan’s ass cheeks and separated them so I could spear my dick between his crease over and over again until he was writhing beneath me. None of the words he spoke made any sense.
I quickly covered my dick with lube and then swiped some over his pink hole. I tossed the lube aside and wiped my hand on a nearby towel before grabbing his hips and guiding my cock to his opening. His body, still relaxed from the rimming I’d given him, didn’t fight me as I pushed into him. I was seated fully inside of him in just a few thrusts.
Nathan braced his hands on the counter again as I began moving in and out of him.
“Look at us,” I told him, and his eyes quickly went to the mirror. “Look how perfect we fit together,” I bit out as I began to increase the pace. Nathan’s body was hot and tight around me and I knew I wouldn’t last.
“Do you see it?” I demanded.
Nathan managed a nod. “See it,” he whispered. “Beautiful.”
Hell yeah, it was. I leaned over him to kiss him hard as I fucked him. He returned my kiss eagerly.
“Remember, I come first,” I said. “Want you to see what you do to me.”
He nodded frantically.
I quickly pulled out of him and turned him around. My mouth slammed down on his as I lifted him so he was sitting on the counter. I dragged his ass to the edge and he automatically wrapped his legs around my waist. I shoved into him hard. He let out a keening cry as I nailed his prostate, and I quickly slapped my hand over his mouth so the guy guarding the inside of the house wouldn’t hear him and come running.
I shuttled in and out of Nathan’s hot body as my orgasm hovered just out of reach. Nathan’s fingers bit into my arms where he was hanging onto me. I replaced my hand with my mouth and kissed him, absorbing his cries o
f pleasure.
“So beautiful,” I told him as I pounded into him. “Mine, Nate. You’re mine.”
Nathan nodded in agreement. “Mine too, Vincent,” he managed to get out. “You’re mine…always.”
His claim of ownership was enough to send me over the edge. He clasped my face in his hands so he could watch me as I came deep inside of him. I didn’t manage to stifle the snarl of satisfaction that was caught in my throat as my orgasm washed over me in waves. I hung there as my balls emptied and my release bathed my dick in heat. I could barely breathe as explosions of pleasure continued to detonate under my skin. My harsh breaths mixed with Nathan’s whimpers in the silence of the bathroom. I glanced down to see he’d heeded my warning not to come, but his dick was flushed an angry shade of purple and his abdomen was covered with lines of sticky pre-cum.
“Do you need to come, my beautiful boy?” I asked as I leaned down to gently kiss him.
He nodded, because he didn’t seem capable of anything else.
“Keep hanging onto me, okay?” I said softly as I began to slowly pump in and out of him. I closed my hand around his dick and gave him a few gentle tugs before I added pressure. I could hear my release squishing inside of him as I began to thrust into him harder and harder. Nathan’s fingers dug into my skin as he hung onto the backs of my upper arms. I kept working his dick as I increased my pace, shuttling my half-hard dick in and out of his ass. His inner muscles began to pulse around me and his throbbing cock swelled. Cries of delight escaped his throat, and I covered his mouth with mine to swallow the sound.
“Come for me, baby,” I whispered against Nathan’s lips as I changed the angle of my hips and pressed against his prostate. He shouted my name and then he was coming all over my hand, my chest, even my chin. I loved the feel of his warm cum coating my skin as he came apart in my arms. His body jerked and thrashed beyond his control until the orgasm finally eased. When he began to relax, I pulled him upright and wrapped my arms around him, not caring about the cum stuck between our bodies or still covering my hand. All I cared about was the feeling of Nathan’s body lined up perfectly with mine and the way he clung to me, like he would never let me go.
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