Page 106 of Ricochet

“I do. Lie back down.”

Leaving the tight heat of his ass is about the last thing I want to do. But after I manage to do that, I practically collapse back, as though I’m perfectly content with letting the current of all these sensations take me under.

Stone raises up enough to turn around and straddle me. Grabbing my cock, he lowers his body again, impaling himself on it.

My eyes roll into the back of my head as I grip his thighs. “Fuck.”

Leaning over, he takes hold of my chin, forcing my gaze to meet his. He stares down at me with hooded eyes while he rides my dick, his own cock slapping against my abs. “I know exactly what you need, Callum. We can always give each other what we need.”

He turns my head to the side so my eyes land on the dead body in the room, the one he killed for me. His mouth comes down on the side of my neck, brushing his lips across my skin, the tip of his tongue licking at my pulse point.

“You can look at it,” he says, his warm breath swirling between us like smoke. His thighs flex beneath my hands. “Look at what I did for you while I fuck myself on your cock. Remember the way my knife slid across his throat, the way all that blood came gushing out of him. The way I held his life in my hands and took it away so you could feel alive.”

“Fuck, Stone.” I thrust up into him, chasing a peak of carnal pleasure while I’m swimming in a different kind of euphoria from the sight my eyes are fixed on. “I’m gonna come.”

“Me too, baby.” His hand that’s not grasping my chin goes to his cock. “Gonna fucking come all over you. Mark you.”

With his lips still against my neck, I feel them part, feel him pant against my skin before his breath ceases altogether. His body trembles above me. A moment later, his hot cum is shooting between our bodies, pouring out on my stomach.

His ass clenches around my dick. His teeth sink into the crook of my neck.

I slam up into him one last time and unleash every bit of wicked desire and depraved delight I’ve felt since Stone brought me into this cabin. My release spills inside him, and he bites down harder until I’m crying out and choking on a rapt sob.

The cabin fills with the sounds of our heavy breathing as we begin to come down from our high. Stone licks over the spot his teeth just were, then kisses it.

When he lifts his head, he grimaces. “I bit you a little harder than I meant to.”

“I fucking loved it,” I say, my voice wrecked.

He smiles, and I smile back.

Glancing down where his soft cock rests against my abs, he swirls his finger through his cum, then brings it to my lips. I open my mouth and lick it off. He groans, then crashes his mouth to mine so we can share the taste of him.

My dick twitches inside his ass, but there’s no way in hell I have two in me this time.

“We have some cleaning up to do,” he says, glancing down at me then over to dead Matthew. He sighs as he looks back at me with a grin. “A lot.”

We didn’t leave the cabinuntil the middle of the afternoon. We took my dad’s old boat out onto the lake, tied some bricks to Matthew’s body, and dumped him far out. The weather was perfect, so we stayed out there for a bit.

Callum was still kind of floating in a tranquil daze, and I didn’t want to take it away from him too soon. The boat lightly swayed on the water like a rock-a-bye as I held him and kissed him and told him how much I love him. How I’m never fucking letting him go.

I can finally say all those things I’ve been dying to.

While we were out there, I cut another notch in the rosewood of my favorite knife using my smaller pocket knife. I might have to get a new one soon. I’m starting to run out of room.

Callum watched me work, saying, “It’s like notches on a bedpost but for murdery puck boys.”

When we made it back to the cabin, we showered andchanged into the clean clothes I brought for us both. Callum was quiet for most of the ride back to Connecticut. I hoped it was just because he was enjoying the afterglow, but he seemed to be deep in thought. I tried not to let the fear that he was regretting everything we’d done eat at me, but it was difficult not to.

That might be one reason I’m not taking him back to his apartment right away. It’s early evening as I pull up outside my place, so we still have plenty of time to spend together. Maybe I can get him to talk to me about what’s on his mind.

However, it turns out I don’t have to try hard.

Two seconds after we’re inside my apartment and Callum closes the door behind him, he says, “I need to tell you something.”

Setting my bag down on the coffee table, I turn back to him. “Is everything okay?”

“Not really.”