Page 46 of The Silencer

I unbutton my pants and pull the zipper down, making Tatum’s eyes flash down to my crotch. He swallows and shamelessly adjusts his hardening cock.

“I’d like my privacy.”

“Tough tits, big man. I’m not leaving.”

And instead of leaving, he moves toward me, helping me drag my pants down my thighs.

“Careful. There’s brain on my shoes.”

Tatum glances up at me and purses his lips. “Seems I may need a shower then too.”

He unlaces my shoes and helps me take them off, as well as my socks and pants. My underwear is last. The way he drags his fingers across my skin as he pulls them from me makes that switch inside of me slip up just a little.

“There,” he says, pushing himself up, breathless. “Good to go.”

I eye him, my chest squeezing slightly. He’s still dressed, but his cheeks are flushed, his lips slightly wet and red from where he’s bitten them. I shouldn’t look so long and hard, but I can’t help it. It’s the drugs. My senses are heightened, that switch sitting precariously between on and off.

My dick twitches between my legs.

I turn and move toward the steaming shower, stepping beneath the spray and letting the heat of it pierce my skin.

His eyes are on me, I can feel it, the way he devours me with his gaze. I lift my hand to the edge of the shower, grabbing on to the lip where the tile meets the wall. My head leans back, my eyes closing as I let the stream of water hit my chest and roll down my legs.

I try not to think about him out there, watching me.

I’ve never wanted another man, never thought that I’d want to touch one, consume one.

And yet, here I am, wanting to swallow the entirety of him.

“Seriously, what happened today?” he says, moving into the shower behind me. My eyes swivel in my head, lids still closed, trying to even out my breathing. A mere puff and that switch will be flipped.

And who knows what that will mean.

“Really, though, why were you bleeding?” he asks as he takes a step closer to me, his hands brushing along my shoulders. “God, you’re built,” he whispers, a teasing sound that fumbles around in my chest and settles somewhere below my stomach.

Somewhere it shouldn’t.

I feel the tip of his dick hit my ass, and my eyes pop open.

My head twists over my shoulder, and I stare at him, watching as his eyes reverently move across my body. Roaming, searching.

He doesn’t stop until he’s panting.

“I’ll wash you,” he says, his words just whispers. His tongue peeks from between his lips and he licks them. Pink. Plump. Wet.

He reaches around me, his nose bumping into my armpit, and I hear him inhale.

“Oops,” he says and stands up, the squirt of the soap into his palm making my entire body thrum.

I will not flip. Will. Not.

The electric current zips through me as he drags his hands across my back and into my hair. I don’t let my eyes close though, I don’t let myself feel.

And yet, I feel everything.

“Turn around, Boss-man,” he says. With a jerk of his hands on my waist, I move, turning to face him. He lets out a low groan and looks forlornly at his dick.

“Sorry,” he says to it. “You’re getting no action today.”

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