Page 37 of Deadly Little Sparrow

He looks up at me with a beautifully tortured expression on his face, his eyebrows creased and his eyes hazy with an overdose of lust. His teeth bite into his bottom lip as I clench and tease myself with all but the final inch of his cock, so close to the moment when I’ll let myself lose control, but savoring every tensely coiled lick of heat inside me before I let it happen.

My ears perk at the sound of a floorboard creaking in the hallway outside of his bedroom, followed by the unmistakable shuffle of footsteps. My pulse spikes and a grin spreads over my lips.

“I think we woke your friend,” I whisper, unsure how well anyone might be able to hear through the door. “Do you think he knows what a good fuck toy you are? Tied to the bed for my pleasure.”

A ragged moan bursts from Xaviaro’s lips and I finally claim the last inch of his cock, throwing my head back as I sink all the way down.

“Sparrow. Sir. Fuck,” he babbles, his hips twitching the limited amount they’re able to.

I let out a loud moan of my own. I don’t know a damn thing about the nosy man on the other side of the door, but just in case he’s ever dared to have a filthy thought about my man, I’m more than happy to make things clear for him. Thoughts of the drunk mobster are fleeting though as I fuck myself faster and harder on Xaviaro’s cock, forgetting everything except for the feeling of him underneath me and the twisted pleasure on his face. An entire marching band could set up in his hallway and I doubt I would notice.

The bed creaks and groans, creating an instrumental track to accompany the grunts and moans on both our lips. I fall forward to catch Xaviaro’s mouth in a sloppy kiss that refuses to stay connected through the rutting thrusts of me fucking myself on his cock. I settle for breathing in all of his exhales, tugging and stroking his hair, feeling the warmth of his skin radiating against mine as I push him closer and closer to the edge.

“How good do you think you could be for me?” I ask breathlessly, letting out a shuddering whine when I find my prostate with his cock. “Do you think you could hold yourself back from coming if I told you to? Could you fight the overwhelming wave of pleasure of feeling my orgasm clench and shiver through me without giving in?”

“Fuck,” he gasps. “Anything… Sir. My body and my heart are all yours.”

I didn’t expect such an earnest response to my dirty talk, but the intensity in his tone, the weight of his words make my head spin. Everything inside of me tightens and heats, electricity dancing along my spine as I use him to peg my prostate again and again, my cock jerking wildly, completely untouched.

“Don’t come,” I growl through clenched teeth before slamming my mouth fully against his and letting out a muffled cry. My orgasm hits me forcefully, my hole clenching and fluttering around Xaviaro’s cock as I grind and fuck myself, spilling sticky ropes of cum all over his skin while he feeds me muffled sounds around my tongue.

His cock stays rock hard, twitching desperately inside me with his effort to hold back his own pleasure. Fuck, he’s such a good boy. He’s everything. I break the kiss and murmur praise, my hips still twitching as I come down from the high of my orgasm, my balls tingling and my cock slowly softening.

“You’re such a good boy. Fuck, you’re incredible. Come for me, Xaviaro.” I lean back and ride him hard again, gasping at the pressure against my oversensitive prostate as he lets loose a strangled cry and immediately starts to throb and pulse inside of me. “Good boy,” I gasp over and over until he shudders and sags into the bed, his skin flushed and his chest heaving.

The wet rush of his cum that accompanies his softening cock slipping from my hole makes me feel filthy and horny all over again. I lean over Xaviaro, lapping at the salty sweat glistening on his skin as I make my way up to his restrained wrists.

“Not yet,” he murmurs hoarsely.

“Okay. Five more minutes, then they really should come off,” I bargain, cuddling up to him instead.

“’Kay,” he agrees, turning his head and lazily brushing his lips against my forehead.

“Hey, Xav.” I rest my head on his bicep gently and reach up to brush a stray strand of hair off of his forehead.

“Mm?” he hums, his eyes half closed, still floating in that peaceful place only I have the pleasure of sending him to.

“Thanks for saving my life.”

His lips twitch into a grin and he lets out a soft chuckle. “Anytime.”

Chapter 14

SPARROW

Waking up as the big spoon to a big, tough mobster who’s purring softly in his sleep is a kind of fucking heaven I probably don’t deserve. But it’s one I’ll claim all the same. I nuzzle my nose against the warm skin between Xaviaro’s shoulder blades and tighten my arms around him. He makes another sweet, sleepy noise that’s almost enough to make me forget that anything outside this room exists for a few minutes.

There’s an ache in my throat each time I swallow, but outside of that, most of last night feels like a fever dream. I fucked up, that much is clear. And I can’t afford another mistake that big. I just want to put those last two assholes six feet under… or however fucking deep that ravine is preferably, because digging a human sized hole sounds like a pain in the ass. Once they’re no longer tainting the air with every fucking breath they take, I’ll finally be able to breathe properly again. I’ll finally be able to think about what comes next in a real way.

“Murder thoughts should never come before coffee,” Xaviaro murmurs in a sleep-rough voice.

I chuckle and brush my lips against his shoulder. “Who said I was thinking murder thoughts?”

“Weren’t you?”

“Only vague ones. No blood or guts.” I shrug. Vague murder thoughts shouldn’t count.

He rumbles a laugh and reaches for my hand, stopping the absent circles I’m drawing on his thigh. A flicker of pain makes me tense as he pulls my hand out from under the covers.

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