Page 67 of Malicious Desires

“You going to come for me, pretty boy?” Reece asks raspily after breaking the kiss.

“Yes, baby,” I groan as he starts rocking in and out again, his hand dropping to my dick and stroking it in time with his thrusts.

“Who do you belong to, Capullo?” Reece questions, still with the raspiness to his voice.

“You, Reece,” I groan, pushing back and causing a loud moan to escape his lips. It spurs me on, so I groan, “My body, my soul and my whole heart belong to you Reece Montserrat. I’m yours alone.”

“Mine,” Reece grunts, his dick throbbing inside me indicating he’s close to release. “You’re fucking mine, Capullo and I’m going to paint your fucking insides with my cum.”

I groan again, his dick once again hitting that spot. He’s barely touching my dick but feeling his release deep inside my body is enough to set me alight, enough for me to paint the window with my cum. Reece grabs my waist, pulling me back as I ride out my orgasm, shivering and shooting ropes of cum all over the glass.

He pulls out and reaches out to wipe up the come on the window with his palm. He holds it out to me, with a wicked smirk on his face.

“Clean up your mess, you dirty boy.” I lick his palm, and he groans before licking it himself and then kissing me so hard I gasp for breath against his lips. Still kissing we fall back against the bed. I entangle my legs with his, and with a gasp for breath, I break the kiss.

“I love you, Reece.”

“I love you more, Jasper,” he says sweetly, kissing my forehead. The gesture makes me feel cherished.

“Will you come with me tomorrow?”

“Of course, I’ll come with you tomorrow,” Reece chuckles. “We’re going to come together every damn day for the rest of our lives, Capullo.”

I burst out laughing, partly at Reece’s response and partly at myself for not realising my question had a sexual connotation.

“No, idiot, I meant will you come with me to my parents’ house to snoop?”

“Well yeah, of course, but also sex will be happening because I’m not fucking kidding pretty boy. I’m going to make you come every day for the rest of our lives.”

He kisses me again to seal the promise against my lips.

“I can’t wait,” I reply against his lips, reaching down to pull the sheet up over our bodies. I don’t want to share my true thoughts with Reece right now. The fear that this is going to be the last time we’re together. Delving into our family’s past–the feud–may tear us apart and I’m petrified of losing Reece, scared of the spiral that will send me into. I’ve kept my drug use to a minimum, but temptation has always been there and now I’ve experienced pleasure of a different kind I don’t think I could face losing without seeking pleasure in another way.

I cradle back into Reece’s arms, letting him hold me close whilst I drift to sleep. Hopefully, I’m worrying for nothing, and soon I’ll be able to love Reece openly.

* * *

It’s a risk to come to my parent's house, to sneak into my father’s office with Reece by my side. Thankfully I know his routine like clockwork and he’s currently at the country club, drinking with his associates until late evening.

Mum isn’t as predictable with her movements, but entering the house it’s silent and if mum was home without my father around, there’d most likely be soft jazz playing from the parlour.

Even so we tiptoe down the hallway, avoiding the creaky floorboards to enter my father’s office.

Every surface, the bookshelves and the huge oak desk are immaculate. There is not one piece of paperwork in sight or anything out of place.

Reece scoffs under his breath. “Fuck me, this office is like a damn museum.”

“I know. My father is pedantic and everything has a place.”

“You don’t say. How in the hell are we going to find anything incriminating?”

I snigger, taking Reece’s hand to drag him over towards the desk.

“I happen to know that father doesn’t believe in locking things away. We’re sure to find something in his desk drawers or the filing cabinet.”

Reece nods, sliding open the desk drawer whilst I investigate the filing cabinet. It’s neatly organised with file folders, and at first nothing seems out of the ordinary.

I’m frustrated by that. I don’t really know what I’m looking for on this snooping expedition, but I know there has to be something useful.

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