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“Or something,” is his short, vague as fuck, frustrating reply.
“Did you get closer to me to get information?” I clench my jaw tight, waiting for the painful blow to arrive.
“That was the idea.” Damn, it stings—badly. But his phrasing gives me some hope.
“Was?”
“Come here.” His voice is low but filled with command.
I just stare at him without making a move. The familiar heat spreads inside me. I want to follow his order, to let him touch me and forget about everything, but I also want the truth. And fighting him is equally hot.
“Ollie.” My name sounds like a warning. His voice is strained. His eyes full of fire, like he can barely tame the flames. Will they burn me if I get closer?
“Answer me! Or I swear to God, I’ll leave right now,” I bark, but my gaze is begging him to put me out of my misery.
The sound of his angry growl fills the room. “Did I ever give you the impression that I was trying to get information from you? Think about it, kitty.” He takes a step toward me, and I don’t back away.Kitty,he calls me kitty. I hate it, and fuck, it also makes me a bit loopy inside.
I shake my head. I know he’s right. I mean, Rague doesn’t even like to talk much.
“Clover said something about some boys’ deaths.”
“Seven boys between fifteen and nineteen drugged and beaten to death. The bodies were left to rot among trash.”
I gasp, lifting my hand to cover my open mouth. “Did Lenny kill them?”
“We aren’t sure.”
He takes another step, like he can’t help himself from coming closer to me. His white-knuckled fists are still near his thighs, his posture rigid.
“Is Dick involved? Richard Truman.” I refuse to call him my father. Drugs and violence are his favorite pastime.
“Don’t know. But you need to stay away from both of them.” He grits his teeth and keeps searching my face as if he’s desperately trying to find something there.
“Am I in danger?” Is Sully?
“Don’t want to risk it. Whoever is behind those kills is a callous, heartless and soulless piece of shit.”
“Is this real?” My voice comes out as a whisper, so I clear my throat and ask more firmly, “Between us. Is it real?”
“Ollie, you’re the most real thing in my life, and I won’t ever, ever let you go.” He snarls the last words, and my lungs stop working. “I omitted a few things, but with good reason. The main one was to protect you. I can’t let anything happen to you. I won’t.”
I can hear in his tone how much he means everything he says. He really cares. It’s like a switch is flipped inside me. My shoulders slump, and I find myself cutting the distance between us. I jump, my legs curl around his waist, hands on his shoulders, and mouth to mouth.
The kiss, as always, is wild and full of passion. Any kind of resistance disappears. For the first time, I feel like I can let go of everything else and just trust that Rague will take care of me.
He pushes my legs down from his body. My fly comes open. The click of teeth as the zipper descends resonates in the silent living room. Then he tugs my shoes, pants, and underwear off. I stink after the day of work, but he doesn’t seem to care when his nose sinks into my neck, inhaling deeply.
“You’re perfect.” There’s this reverence in his voice and lust, heady lust as he squeezes my cock for the first time in his big, warm hand. I moan all my desire, and he takes it as an invitation to fondle my ass. He’s never touched me like this before. Like he’s enjoying it while trying to make it good for me.
“Gonna show you,” he growls just before I’m lifted in the air, his hands squeezing my ass cheeks. My back hits the wall, and I slide up, up, up until Rague hauls my legs on top of his shoulders and my dick is lined up with his face. The sight of the head of my dick so close to his mouth forces precum out of the slit. His tongue darts out and licks it off, and a delicious shiver rushes down my spine. When my taste hits his tongue, a deep groan leaves his lips, and then he swallows me all the way down his inferno-hot throat.
“Ragueee!” I scream his name like a prayer. I’m not as huge as him, more average, but still a decent size. He should gag on it, but he doesn’t. Instead, he swallows around me, making my eyes roll inside my head, and he groans all his pleasure when more precum oozes out.
He pulls back and sucks hard on the tip, his slick tongue rolling around hungrily. He takes me all the way back inside and starts a rough, fast tempo that is going to put an end to this embarrassingly quick. I can’t believe how strong he is, holding me up on his shoulders while working me relentlessly.
My balls hit his wet chin with every bob of his head, and the friction of his stubble on the sensitive skin is driving me crazy. My eyes move up to his, and what I see in his dark orbs almost makes me unload. Not because of the filthy, raw hunger aimed at me—although that never ceases to astonish me—but for the utter obsession so clearly visible in his piercing gaze.
I feel his fingers brushing against the underside of my cum sack. Rague gets them wet with the spit that is drooling from his mouth and then moves them to my puckered hole. He shoves two inside, my balls draw up, and I let go.
