I tug the button on his jeans loose and lower the zipper. His hard cock springs free and I wrap my fingers around the base,savoring the weight of it against my palm and the silky feeling of his skin. I give it a slow stroke, and he rewards me with a press of the button. The low vibration tickles the sensitive nerves of my rim, making me clench, and that presses the tip right up against my prostate.
My cock jerks and drools precum that slicks the leather.
“Good, slut,” he murmurs, nuzzling his nose against mine. “Do it again.”
I move my hand over his cock again, squeezing gently to feel the firm, throbbing core and the bunch of his silky skin under my fingers. He groans and I earn another vibration. My eyes roll back and I moan into the small amount of space between our lips.
I stroke him a little faster and the vibration increases.
“Oh,” I gasp, my hips jerking involuntarily.
Spettro smirks and then pulls my mouth back to his, claiming my lips in another hard kiss.
“You’ve been looking for me,” he murmurs, and I nod. “Why?”
“At first because I was obsessed with you,” I confess. My palm glides over his slicked cockhead, gathering the pooling precum there and spreading it down his shaft with my next downstroke. “I wanted to know the man who had the balls to take on the Sleepless Reapers. I wanted to lay eyes on the kind of psychopathic vigilante who wasn’t afraid to send them a message.”
He makes a needy, desperate noise that catches in his throat and sucks my bottom lip until it’s damp and throbbing, then sinks his teeth into it. My cock spasms and my hole clenches again, the steady vibrations against my prostate making me pant and squirm.
I stroke his cock faster and we sink back into the kiss. It’s sloppier now though, more primal. Biting and licking andtrading muffled, gasping breaths into each other’s mouths. His cock gets stiffer in my grasp, and he cranks the vibrations up another notch.
“Let me swallow your cum?” I beg.
He clenches his jaw and shakes his head.
“You were bad, slut. You followed me out here and spied on something that wasn’t your business,” he growls. “So, you’re going to waste my cum, letting it drip through your fingers. Don’t let a drop spill though.” He grunts and jerks his hips, fucking into the tunnel of my fingers. “We wouldn’t want to leave any DNA at the crime scene.”
He taps the button on the remote one more time, taking it up to its highest setting. It’s too intense, just this side of painful as it vibrates hard and fast against my prostate. I clench again instinctively, gasping and whining, my hips snapping uncontrollably. Spettro’s head falls back against the wall behind him, and he lets out a low, rumbling groan. His cock starts to throb in my hand, and I whimper at the unfairness of not being allowed to feel every drop of his hot, salty release splash against my tongue and the back of my throat. I keep stroking him with one hand and wrap the other around his cockhead so I won’t spill a drop, just like he said. It pools in my palm and I keep squirming, so fucking close to the edge.
He sighs with satisfaction and then a lazy grin stretches his lips.
“Use it to finish,” he commands, unzipping my pants for me and sliding his hand around from the back of my neck to my throat, not squeezing hard enough to cut off my airflow, just enough to remind me that he’s in charge.
I shove my cum-drenched hand down my pants and moan as soon as I feel it against my cock, warm and slippery, mixing with the precum that’s already been dripping down my shaft in spurts for an hour now while Spettro teased me with the vibrator.
It only takes two strokes before my balls pull tight and my cock starts to throb and pulse. The vibrator against my prostate pushes my ecstasy higher and higher until I’m lightheaded and dizzy but still coming, still moaning against Spettro’s lips, still panting with every wave of pleasure that crashes over me until it’s too much.
“Stop,” I whine, and the vibrations cut off.
“Good slut.” He pulls my hand free and guides it to his shirt so he can wipe the cum off my palm. Then he zips up my pants while I sag against him and try to catch my breath. “What about now?”
“Huh?” My brain is way too scrambled to follow his question. Is he asking what we should do about the body? Or what happens next between us? Because I have thoughts about both, but nothing I’m going to be able to articulate until I’ve had a few minutes to come out of subspace and down from this orgasm high.
“You said that at first you were looking for me because you were obsessed. What about now?”
Oh. That. Shit. This is a lot to fucking deal with when my prostate is still throbbing and my head is still spinning.
“Now it’s to warn you.”
“Warn me?” Both of his eyebrows go up, and his voice takes on a darker tone, like he’s ready to fight if he has to.
“You’re fucking sloppy, Spettro, and my boss doesn’t like sloppy. He doesn’t want anything to draw attention to Wildcliff. We deal with most of the crime around here ourselves, so the police stay the hell away. And you’re like a flashing neon sign for the feds.”
“Shit,” he mutters.
“Yeah, shit.”
He stares down at the man at our feet for a few seconds, then drags his eyes back to mine.