Page 15 of Slay Tricksters and Silent Skeletons
I’d stolen a pair of his boxers to see how they felt, and yeah… I splurged now too becausewow. Having your dick and balls encased in silk? Niran was onto something there.
I pushed myself into a sitting position, then eased out of bed. After padding barefoot to the bathroom and emptying my bladder, I splashed some water on my abused face and inspected my busted-up face in the mirror. I knew I needed to face Anurak, and the mere thought of it made me grimace. Anurak was going to be upset, and I wouldn’t be able to make him feel better. Not when my wounds were still so raw and in-his-face.
“You look lost in thought. What’s on your mind,kon-dii?”
Turning my head, I looked at Niran. I had no idea when he’d appeared, but he was now standing in the doorway to his bathroom, one shoulder leaning against the doorframe. I pushed back from the counter with my good hand and turned my entire body in his direction.
“How bad is Anurak?”
“Physically, the kid is fine,” Niran told me.
I shook my head. “I know he’s fine. He got away. I meant mentally. Where’s he at?”
Niran shrugged and moved into the bathroom. His hands landed on my hips, and then, he was backing me up against the counter until our bodies were flush and my dick was beginning to tent the front of my boxer briefs. A slow smirk curved Niran’s lips, and he pressed in harder, grinding his thigh against my shaft.
I fuckingwhimpered.
“Need something,kon-dii?” he murmured, his voice low and husky. I swallowed thickly, unable to think past the pressure he was applying to my cock. What the fuck had we even been talking about? Didn’t matter. Wasn’t even important anymore.
“You’re killing me,” I groaned, my head falling back on my shoulders.
Niran leaned in and nuzzled at my neck, making me shiver. “I am?” His tongue flicked out, and I moaned, pressing forward, needing more friction. “Why don’t you take what you need, Perez?”Christ, the way he called me by my last name made me feel inferior to him, and for some reason, my cock leaked precum. “Get yourself off on my thigh. Let me see how fucking bad you need to come.”
“You’re mean,” I rasped, but fucking hell, I still did what he said anyway. I rolled my hips, grinding my dick into his thigh. A low groan sounded from my throat, and when Niran began guiding my hips all while pressing hot kisses to my throat and my jaw, my eyes rolled back in my head. It wasn’t going to take me long to get off. I was going to nut so goddamn fast, but I wasn’t even ashamed by it. How the fuck could I be when the man of my dreams was letting me get myself off on him?
“I’m mean,hm?” Niran rasped, his lips so close to my mouth, I couldtastehim. “Letting you use me as your own personal little toy ismean?”
“I don’t know,” I groaned. I was so close.So fucking close. I wasright there. I just needed him to talk a little more. Taunt me just a tiny bit more.
Please.
“You’re so fucking hot when you’re needy,” Niran growled. And then, his lips were claiming mine in a hot, brutal kiss that tore at my senses and shredded my sanity. And just like that, I was coming so damn hard, I couldn’t remember how tobreathe. My vision whited out, and my ears rang. I hadn’t come that hard in… well, ever.
What would it feel like once he was finally inside of me, owning my body as his?
When my ears finally stopped ringing, my boxers were around my ankles, and Niran was cleaning me up with a warm cloth, his touch gentle on my over-sensitive cock. I slumped back against the counter, breathing heavily.
“Holy fuck,” I croaked.
Niran smirked up at me. “Feel better?”
“Mhm.” Reaching up with my good hand, I rubbed at my sore eyes, wincing after. “What the fuck were we talking about before you made me stupid?”
Niran snorted. “Stupid,” he muttered under his breath, shaking his head. Then, he said, “You were asking about Anurak. To answer your question, he’s upset that you were hurt, and he doesn’t understand that it’s not his fault. The only people at faultare the twongi` ngèain the basement waiting for me to deal with them.”
There was no way I could repeat the word he said. “The twowhat?” I asked, frowning at him.
“Idiots,” he clarified. “Anurak will need… comfort. But I think seeing you alive and mostly well will help settle him.”
I chuckled. “You sound like comforting someone makes you uncomfortable.”
He rolled his eyes at me. “I’m no good at comforting someone, Bento.” He tossed the cloth aside, then straightened to his full height and gripped the side of my neck. His thumb pressed beneath my chin, and he tilted my head back just a little so our eyes met. “Shower. I’ll bring you some clothes.”
When he stepped back, I asked, “Why haven’t those two men been dealt with yet?”
“Because I haven’t had time, and Rico and I have also agreed letting them suffer for a while with only each and their thoughts as company might be beneficial. But mostly because I’d like you to be there to watch me coat myself in their blood for touching you.” My stomach swooped, and my cock rallied at the mental image of Niran covered in the blood of our enemies—the blood of the men who’d kidnapped me, beat the shit out of me, and shot me.Fuck, it was hot.
“You look like you like that idea,” he noted, his lips twitching with the beginnings of a smirk.
