Page 21 of Sinner's Ransom: Taken
“Is this where you kill me?” The words sounded almost garbled as he pushed them through his dry throat.
Stone glanced at him, eyes narrowed thoughtfully, but that calmness still there. Montgomery couldn’t see any signs of anger. “No, this is where you suck my dick.” As if making a point, Stone’s fingers hooked into the band of his pants and shoved them down around his knees, exposing his cut cock.
Montgomery’s mouth watered immediately. He stared down at it—already hard as a rock and curved up, as if begging for Montgomery’s attention. It was thick and long, not as big as Livio’s, but large enough that Montgomery knew he’d feel it a week later if he got it in his ass. The rational side of him told him to tell Stone to fuck off, but as usual, the side that hungered for danger won.
Montgomery fell to his knees, his tied wrists resting in his lap. He couldn’t do much else with them. Opening his mouth, he took the head between his lips, sucking eagerly at the saltiness of Stone’s skin. He swiped his tongue over the slit, the taste of precum dancing across his taste buds. Groaning, because that’s just the kind of whore he was, he slid half the firm cock into his mouth, hollowing his cheeks and creating suction around it.
Stone was silent above him, but he worked his hands into Montgomery’s hair, his fingers curled around some of the strands. He tugged every so often, when Montgomery did something good, and Montgomery took it as encouragement.
His own cock hardened in his briefs and there was no hiding his evident horniness. He wanted this. He wanted his kidnapper in his mouth, and his ass too, and he wanted to ride out the danger of it.
Stone’s hands slid out of his hair and down his cheeks, cupping his face. He stilled Montgomery’s head by taking hold of it and moved his own hips, claiming control by shoving himself into Montgomery’s mouth. He fucked into him hard and fast, the tip of his erection hitting the back of his throat and making him gag. Spit gathered at the corners of his mouth, but he stayed still, allowing Stone to use his mouth until Montgomery’s eyes watered from lack of air. No matter how much he tried to breathe through his nose, it wasn’t enough, but he didn’t fight Stone’s thrusting.
He wanted this so fucking much, and it didn’t matter that it was getting hard to breathe. That only made his cock harder and his balls draw closer to his body.
Stone stilled above him, jammed inside Montgomery’s mouth, and he finally made a noise that sounded like a groan. Cum spurted into Montgomery’s throat, coating it until Montgomery felt it all the way down his esophagus.
Montgomery was on the edge of ecstasy as well, so he shoved down the hem of his briefs and tugged on his hardness until he stiffened, his balls exploding and his own cum splattering on the ground near Stone’s feet.
Finally, Stone drew out of his mouth, leaving Montgomery gasping for air. Heat attacked his cheeks, but he didn’t know if it was because of the pleasure or the flush of relief that he was finally able to breathe again.
Stone tucked himself inside his pants. “Good job, Monty. That’s a much better use of your spit.”
Montgomery swallowed around the saltiness and sour taste of Stone’s cum. He stared up at him, at a loss for words, which felt unusual for him. He always knew what to say.
“Maybe I should try your ass next.”
Yes. Yes, please. He pressed his lips together to stop himself from saying it. Instead, he forced himself to glare. “In your dreams. That cock is not worthy of my ass.”
Stone laughed. “You weren’t saying that when you had my dick in your mouth.”
He shrugged at the smartass comment. “I was desperate. A man has needs.”
Stone hooked his hands beneath Montgomery’s armpits and helped him stand. He touched Montgomery’s cheek, almost gently, and smiled. “You have a wicked mouth. We need to teach you to control it. You’re a sinner, you know that? We’re ransoming a sinner, a dirty fucking sinner.”
A resistance burned inside of him. Hewantedto push Stone’s buttons, make something like this happen again. “Fuck you. That’s my answer to that.”
Understanding flashed in Stone’s eyes, and Montgomery felt naked under the gaze, like Stone knew exactly what he was doing. “Okay, Monty.”
That’s all he said before he gripped Montgomery’s shoulder again, leading him back toward the house.
By the time they arrived back, a group of men worked in the family room, setting up some camera equipment. A chair sat in front of the camera, similar to the one that Montgomery had in his room. Maybe it was the same one.
George stood beside a tall man in a black suit, and they were chuckling at something when the stranger’s gaze found Montgomery and Stone. Beside the stranger stood another man, but this one seemed different. He had his head bowed, his eyes cast to the ground with his hands clasped in front of him. He was shirtless, with black leather pants and big black boots on, and a collar around his neck.
The stranger strode toward them, George at his side, and the younger man trailed behind. “You must be Stone.” He held out his hand, and Stone gripped it tightly.
“I am, and you’re Sloan Killough. George has told me a lot about you.”
The stranger, Sloan, smiled. “I hope he hasn’t divulged too many of our secrets.” As he said this, he glanced at George.
George’s moustache twitched, and he grinned. “Never, sir.”
“Good. I wouldn’t want to kill you. You’re a good friend.” He said it so seriously that Montgomery knew it wasn’t a joke. If George had told Stone something he shouldn’t have, this manwouldkill him. He turned back to Stone. “What’s your real name?”
Montgomery expected Stone to snort, maybe tell him off, but he answered immediately. “Nick Rockham. It’s where the nickname came from.” He didn’t hesitate in giving this guy what he wanted, and it made Montgomery curious. Who was this guy, and why was Stone so pliant with him? Stone didn’t seem like the kind of guy who bowed to others.
Killough nodded. “Understandable.” He gestured to the boy behind him. “This is Conall. Pet, say hello.”
