Page 108 of Everything That Kills Me
“It’s beautiful.” Jack took off his jacket and unfastened his bow tie, leaving it loose around his neck.
“Not the only thing that’s beautiful,” Al-Shuaibi whispered in his ear.
The engine came on and Jack started. “We’re moving?”
“Just offshore for a while.”
“Right.”Damn.
A female crew member in a white uniform brought over a bottle of champagne and two glasses.
“Will you have some?” Al-Shuaibi asked. “Can you?”
“A little.”
Al-Shuaibi opened the bottle so Jack knew it was safe.
“What period of history are you studying at Cambridge?”
“Next term…heresy in medieval southern France andconsumer culture in the United States, among other topics. I want to do my 10,000 word dissertation on the influence of Western powers on Saudi Arabia during the 20th century.”
“Really?”
“You can be research.”
The guy laughed.
Jack was relieved when the yacht stopped moving. They were further out than he’d have liked, but that was only an issue if he had to swim back injured.
“Is there a bathroom I can use?” Jack asked. “I’d like a shower.”
“Let me show you.”
The Saudi spoke in Arabic as he passed Yusuf.We are not to be disturbed.
Jack followed him to what was clearly the master suite. Al-Shuaibi’s clothes were strewn on a chair. The doors to the balcony were open and Cannes lit up the sky. How far away? A mile? As Jack stripped, the Saudi dropped onto the bed to watch. Maybe Jack would be lucky and he’d have a heart attack without him having to do anything, but he somehow doubted it. Fortunately, Jack’s cock was already swelling.
The bathroom was better than the one in the hotel where Jack was staying. As he’d expected, Al-Shuaibi joined him. Jack wasn’t in the least bit turned on which was an issue but he leaned back against the tiles, wrapped his hand around his dick and began to massage himself to full hardness.
When Al-Shuaibi reached for him, Jack wrapped his fingers around the guy’s thick cut cock, leaning into him so his facecouldn’t be seen. He heard Al-Shuaibi’s breathing catch. The guy was muttering in Arabic, his head thrown back as his cock was worked. If Al-Shuaibi came first, there was a better chance of Jack getting on top of him and injecting him. Assuming that he was up for bottoming.
Al-Shuaibi came with a loud cry and a mouthful of Arabic, telling him he was a slutty whore.Charming.Jack clung tight, hoping he didn’t try to kiss him. When Al-Shuaibi moved back, the man had a broad smile on his face. He lifted his hand to Jack’s cheek and stroked it.
“You’re cute, Sebastian.”
A cute slutty whore?“Can I fuck you? I really want to.”
“And I fuck you after?”
Jack shrugged. “If you recover from the fuck of your life.”
Al-Shuaibi chuckled.
Back in the bedroom, Jack managed to hide the syringe of succinylcholine on the right side of the bed before Al-Shuaibi emerged carrying lube and a condom.
He handed them to Jack and crawled onto the bed. “Be gentle.”
“Are you going to be gentle with me?”
