Page 105 of Ricochet
I shut my eyes and throw my head back as he sucks me down. His tongue glides along my shaft as his lips move from base to tip. The suction, the heat, the fact that it’s Stone’s mouth on me, all of it is fucking perfect.
Then the heat of him is gone.
“Did you forget what you were supposed to be doing?”
“Yes.”
He chuckles and then takes my dick back in his mouth. I try to focus past the pleasure rushing through me. When I reach up to knead his ass, he moans, the sound rumbling around my cock and making that endeavor even more difficult.
Parting his cheeks, I groan at the sight of his hole.
I want the fuck inside him.
Raising my head, I lick around his rim, and he moans again. It’s encouraging, so I do it again. And again. And…fuck. Just likethat, I’m addicted. Needing more, I thrust my tongue inside him like he’s done to me. His next moan is so loud and so long that I have to hold myself back from exploding in his mouth.
As I work in a finger along with my tongue, Stone reaches back, handing me the bottle of lube. I take it and remove my tongue and finger from his ass to pour some into my hand and over his crack.
I’m fucking trembling all over from the effort of fighting back an orgasm as he continues sucking my cock while I slowly thrust a finger back inside him. Then two. Eventually, I get a third in him. By then, my balls are tight, and there are flames licking at the base of my spine.
Before things are over much sooner than I’d like, Stone lifts off me.
“Need you inside me, Cal.” He crawls forward and rests his forearms on the armrest of the couch. He peers back at me over his shoulder. “Right the fuck now.”
I scramble up onto my knees, settling between his legs behind him. My hands are shaking as I pour lube over my cock, dripping a little onto the cushion. Tossing the bottle onto the floor, I line the head of my dick with his hole and slowly push forward.
I didn’t realize I was holding my breath until my crown slips past his rim and all the air comes rushing out of my lungs. I collapse forward on top of him, my chest pressed to his back. My cock slides in a little deeper. Colors burst behind my eyelids. He’s so fucking tight and warm. I’ve never felt anything like it.
“Fuck,” I groan. “You feel so fucking good.”
“So do you.” He’s panting beneath me, his back moving erratically under my chest. “Fuck me, Callum. Please.” Again, he looks back at me. “I’ll tell you a secret. I’ve always wanted to get fucked after a kill.”
Fucking hell.
“Then I’ll give you what you want, killer. Just like you always do for me.”
He moans as I raise myself off him and grip his hips. As I slowly pull out and thrust back in a couple times, letting him adjust, I watch as my cock slides in and out of his hole.
Fuck, that’s hot.
On the next drive, I slam into him. His back arches, and the low noise he makes joins all the bright lights and colors that make up the fireworks of pleasure filling my senses.
Tightening my hold on his hips, I fuck into him with a feral need. A need I know I’ll ever feel for onlyhim. This man who’s killed for me. This man who’s seen more of me than anyone else ever has. This man who’s saved me and ruined me at the same time.
Being inside him is a rush of power I never thought I’d be capable of feeling.
“Fuck, yes.” Stone’s head rolls back on his shoulders. He groans. His voice comes out husky and breathless, which only turns me on even more. “You fuck me so good, baby. If this is my reward, I’ll kill for you whenever the fuck you want.”
At the reminder, my gaze wanders to the center of the room to the lifeless body slumped in the chair.
My hips stutter as that familiar feeling overwhelms me. It hasn’t gone anywhere. The calm, the euphoria. But it’s like a second wave of it hits me even harder than the first.
I can’t look away from the fresh kill, the aura of death that still surrounds it.
“Stone,” I whimper, my fingers digging into his sides so hard they might leave bruises.
“What do you need, baby?”
I shake my head that’s feeling a bit too light. “I don’t know.”