Page 27 of The Silent Night Stalker
“Do you want me to touch you?”
“God, please…”
I reach around to his front and cup his cock and balls. And that’s all it takes. A warm wetness spreads and soaks through his cargo pants. “Did you just come by me simply touching you?”
His head drops, and he nods as redness spreads from his face to his ears and down his neck.
“I’ve never done that before. I’m just so…”
“That’s so fucking hot.”
He rolls his head to lookat me. “It is?”
“Very.”
Constantine’s extreme insecurity should be a turnoff, but it’s not. It’s like I want to prove to him in some weird way that he’s sexy as fuck.
“Have you even been kissed, little bird?”
“Once,” he whispers.
“Hmmm, I should kill them for daring to touch you.” I wouldn’t really, but I’m having way too much fun teasing him. Not that this shit isn’t turning me the hell on, because it is. I’m horny as hell. Nothing gets me all hot and bothered more than a responsive bottom. And the fact that he’s been barely touched by anyone sends a thrill up my spine. Constantine has been soiled by abuse and blood, but he’s pristine in all other ways. It’s fucking alluring. It’s fucking addicting.
And here I calledhimcrazy when I’m being just as nutty. I have no business being turned on by him, but I am. I can see myself fucking his virgin hole as he cries out and begs for more. He’d do anything for me, I bet. All sorts of salacious visuals fill my mind.
“Do you like me calling you ‘little bird’?” I ask before nipping his earlobe, which promptly pulls out another whimper from him.
“Y-yes.”
I step away from him, rubbing my cock as I stare at his back, his front still clinging to the wall.
“Turn around,” I order.
He does exactly as he’s told with no hesitation at all. I look down between his legs to see the dark spot of wetness there, but he’ll be able to cover it up easily with his coat.
His stare lands on my hand as I rub myself. I spread the fabric tightly over my cock so he can see how big it is, He groans and cups his own junk. He’s probably not hard again, but I have no doubt his body istrying.
“Do you want this?”
He licks his lips, and his eyes are still on my hand as I rub myself. “So much.”
As fun as this is, I’ve got to get back to training, or else Sal will have to come hunt me down. If he finds me in here, he’ll give me a serious beatdown.
I drop my hand and step up close to him. “This is a bad idea.”
Constantine stands straight, chin held high as if he has a sudden burst of confidence. “We belong together,” he tells me again.
“Do we now?”
“Yes.”
“We’ll see.”
“I’ll prove it to you.”
With that, he covers his wet spot with his coat and storms off, leaving me smiling like a loon. Oh, that waswaytoo much fun. The power I held over him, a fucking killer… Yeah, that was better than any drug. And I have to admit, I definitely have an attraction to him. He calls to my base nature.
Not only that, he’s been a perfect distraction from the loss of Enrique.
