Page 31 of The Assassin
“You always overthink everything. Possible scenarios. Alternatives. You’re always looking for a way to see it from a different view, Ardan.”
It was scary how well Gabriel knew him. Scary, but also a turn on. His cock gave a jerk in appreciation for the fine specimen in front of him. Even in a suit, Gabriel was delicious enough to eat. Ardan released his hold on the tie and ran his palms down Gabriel’s chest, feeling the bulge of muscles hiding beneath expensive cotton.
“We need to get this off you,” Ardan murmured, more to himself than Gabriel.
Gabriel winked. “All you had to do was ask.” He slid off his jacket, letting it fall to the floor. His vest came next, then his tie, before slowly his shirt was unbuttoned. Ardan watched the show, unable to tear his gaze away from the sleek lines of the body being revealed. He licked his lips, attention jumping to Gabriel’s nipples, peaked with interest and pointing directly at Ardan. When the pants came off, Gabe was left in nothing but boxer shorts, his semi creating a sizable lump along his thigh.
Ardan sucked in a breath and licked his lips. Last night, they’d fucked hard and fast, no time or care to appreciate anything but the thrill of penetration, but now that Ardan didn’t have the intense desire to destroy Gabriel, he felt the urge to fall to his knees, worship the cock in front of him. Gabriel’s cock wasn’t the biggest Ardan had seen, but it was thick and he knew how to use it.
“See something you like, Murphy?” Gabriel teased.
“Fuck yeah.” Ardan loosened his own tie and lifted it over his head, tossing it in the general direction of Gabriel’s clothes. His jacket went next, but he only unbuttoned his shirt and tugged it out of his pants before he fell to his knees in front of Gabriel. He walked his fingers over Gabriel’s lower belly, just above the waistband of his boxer shorts, and grinned when Gabriel’s cock twitched and he inhaled sharply.
“You’re gonna tease me?” Gabriel whispered.
“Depends. How much can you withstand?” Ardan tilted his head and popped the head of Gabriel’s cock into his mouth through the thin material that broke any skin-to-skin contact. He could taste the bitterness of Gabriel’s precum already leaving a wet spot. He sucked, swiping his tongue across it, and listened to small gasps he elicited from Gabriel.
Gabriel’s hand touched his head, fingers digging into his hair. “Fuck.”
Ardan grinned around the head, sucking at it harder when Gabriel decided to tug his hair firmly enough that tears stung at Ardan’s eyes. He sat back and blinked up in surprise. Gabriel’s face had turned feral, eyes dark with lust and teeth bared animalistically.
“Get up. Now.”
Ardan’s stomach heated and his cock jerked, reacting to the deep voice. He rose, knees shaking, and Gabe grabbed him, hauling him in the direction of the bathroom.
“Get out of your clothes.” Gabriel’s gaze slid down Ardan’s body before he turned and went to the shower, leaning in to twist the knobs and start the spray of water. Ardan didn’t argue. He slipped his shirt the rest of the way off. He shoved off his shoes, socks, pants, and underwear, freeing his hardness from the confines of his briefs.
He wrapped a hand around his cock, stroking it before Gabriel noticed and glared.
“Don’t touch yourself.”
“Why? What are you going to do about it, Mancini?” Ardan smirked and stroked himself faster.
Gabriel came at him hard and quick, grasping him around the neck and spinning him, slamming him against the glass of the shower. Ardan let out a huff of surprise, but Gabriel covered it by slamming his mouth against Ardan’s. They kissed savagely, tongues clashing, and Gabe shoved his knee between Ardan’s legs, nudging his balls with enough force that it hurt, but also sent a thrill through him too.
“Don’t. Touch. Yourself.” Gabriel slapped him across the face, not hard enough to hurt, and backed away. He dumped his boxer briefs down his legs and stepped out of them. “I’m going to fuck your throat while we shower.”
The way he said the words, dark and low with warning and need, had Ardan flushing hot with desire. Gabriel didn’t just fuck him, he took what he wanted without apology. That’s the kind of kink that turned Ardan on, and he used Ardan like he knew which buttons to press on his body.
“Get on your knees in the shower,” he ordered, squeezing Ardan’s throat tighter and making him gasp. “Now.”
Ardan panted, nodded with a wicked grin, and shoved Gabriel’s hold off him. He stepped through the open glass door of the shower and got on his knees, just as Gabriel demanded. His cock bounced with the movement, curving up like it was begging for attention.
Gabriel followed him through the door and spread his legs, his own hardness bent to the right. The sight of it so close made Ardan’s mouth water. The only person who knew how much Ardan loved sucking cock was Santiago. Every other lover never got the pleasure of it.
Gabriel leaned against the glass and spread his legs. “Get to work.”
“What if I told you to go fuck yourself?” Ardan said, gazing daringly up at Gabriel.
Gabriel smirked and grasped Ardan’s face between his thumb and forefinger, squeezing until it hurt. “Suck my dick, or I’ll force it down your throat, Murphy.”
A twisted part of Ardan almost begged him to do it, tomake him. As though reading his thoughts, Gabriel’s smirk widened and he grabbed Ardan’s shoulders, pushing him to his back on the tiled floor of the shower. The space was big enough for Ardan to fit comfortably with his legs tilted to the side. Gabriel pressed his knee into Ardan’s chest, making him gasp, and waved his cock in front of Ardan’s mouth.
“You’ll fucking take this dick in your mouth and suck it until you choke, you whore.”
Ardan blinked as the hot water sprayed into his eyes. Gabriel moved to block it and Ardan didn’t bother saying thank you, because they were in a roleplay now and he wasn’t going to break the act. He pretended to grimace.
“Make me.”
