“Maybe we can compromise here.”
He cocks the gun. “I said, do you fucking got it?”
“Okay.” This is what he needs so I’ll give it to him, whatever it takes to earn his trust again. I’ve never been the one giving up all the control before, but for Marcus, I’d spend the rest of my days on my knees if it keeps me in his bed.
“Keep your hands above your head or I’ll tie them down. I won’t be gentle either.”
I wouldn't want him to be.
He snaps his fingers, grabbing my full attention. “One wrong move and this all ends.”
“Yes, sir,” I say, grinning. “Are you going to keep holding that gun to my head?”
“I haven't decided yet and if I were you, I'd stop talking. Toys don’t talk and that’s the role you're playing tonight. Not a single sound.” Marcus closes his eyes, pretending I'm nothing and nobody helps him keep me at a farther distance from his heart. I know, because there had been many moments in the beginning I did the same, hoping I would be able to end it before Julia foundout. Before it became too dangerous. I was never supposed to love him, but now it's all I know how to do.
He lines his hole with my cock and slowly slides down it, rocking back and forth. His hole is wet and dripping. “Fuck,” he says between shuttered breaths, sinking lower until he’s bottoming out. “Ohh…” He lifts himself up before slamming back down, moaning, and shaking.
His gun presses to the headboard and he steadies himself while bouncing up and down on my cock. It kills me not to touch him. Judging by the way he’s grinning, he knows exactly what he's doing to me.
He touches himself, letting me know what I'm missing out on as he rolls each one of his nipples between his fingers. Laughter falls from his lips as he uses me to chase his own pleasure, the joyful sound turning into soft moans. The tightness and warmth of his hole is overwhelming, and I resist the urge to buck my hips.
This isn’t about me. It’s not even about us. This is him releasing his anger, working through his resentment and pain. My way of giving him what he needs. He rides me faster, skin slapping against skin. Our ragged breaths fill the room and his chest glistens with sweat. His bottom lip slips between his teeth, taunting me, begging me to claim it.
No kissing.
His nipples are hard and so close to my mouth as he leans down, unable to steady himself.
No touching.
He nibbles at my neck, swiping his tongue over my itchy skin. I bite back a groan.
No making a sound.
As much as I hate the rules, it would burden me more to leave. I’ll have to go eventually but at least I’ll have this moment to takeback with me. One I can relive over and over while I lie alone in bed in a cold, empty hotel room.
He convulses and I go tense, holding back my orgasm, my cock throbbing. The pressure in my balls is overwhelming the longer I deny myself release. Nothing turns me on more than watching him come apart from me buried inside him. With his eyes half lidded and face completely flushed, he arches his back, fucking himself on my cock until his warm cum covers my skin. Not once did he touch himself. Whether he meant to or not, he still gave me something tonight—his pleasure.
He collapses on top of me, our slick bodies still connected together with my cock softening inside him. He pulls himself off my body, rolling onto his back next to me. Reaching his hand out toward his nightstand, he grabs a few tissues and tosses them my way. “You can go now.”
I open my mouth and he clicks his tongue. “When I said no talking, I meant it. Grab your clothes and get the fuck out. I’ll tell my men it was all a misunderstanding and nothing more than a game we were playing. I’ll make sure they say nothing about it to anyone, not even Germo, and no I’m not doing this for you. Isaiah is like a son to me, I don’t want his father’s death to be on my hands, not unless you give me no choice.”
I slowly crawl off the bed, and search for my underwear. Luckily they aren’t too far away from my pants and shirt. His eyes remain on the ceiling the whole time I get dressed. I take my time sliding on each piece of clothing, wondering when he’d raise his gun again, and tell me to move faster. He never does. I shove my feet into my shoes and head for the door, stopping midway when he says my name.
"Miguel, if you truly want to help take these men down then come by my office tomorrow afternoon. I'll be at Club Rio. I'm sure you'll figure out which location. I’ll let my men know I’mexpecting you. Try not to knock anyone out or shove them in the trunk of pedestrian’s cars on your way inside."
I nod, smiling to myself. Still not saying anything, I start moving again, unable to stop the giddiness from taking over. Him wanting to work together is a step in the right direction, an opportunity to be back in his good graces. Hopefully it would also land me in his bed again with him being the one underneath me, begging to come at my command.
Just a little longer.
My phone goes off when I get in my car. Alberto starts the engine right away and pulls onto the road. I gesture for him to drive around for a bit in case anyone has been following us. I answer the call, disappointed when the voice on the other end isn't the one I'm desperate to hear. I only just left him minutes ago, but it already feels like a lifetime.
"Hola?"
"Miguel." Able's voice is laced with worry.
"Que pasa?"
"Mario is getting closer. He's currently in Kansas City, biding his time it appears. I've contacted a few friends. Men who could use a few favors in return." Nothing comes for free. Sometimes the price is higher than it’s worth.
