Page 7 of The Highwaymen

“Not really. That part’s over pretty quick. It’s the parts leading up to the killing that are the most fun. See, I like to find the desperate ones. The lonely truckers and traveling salesmen starved for any scrap of human connection. It's so easy to bat my eyelashes, flash a coy smile, and have them eating out of the palm of my hand.”

He took a long drag from his cigarette, letting the smoke curl slowly from his lips. “I spin pretty tales of all the nasty things I'll let them do to me. How I'll wrap my lips around their cocks and suck them dry. How I'll let them bend me over and fuck me six ways from Sunday. I paint vivid pictures with my words until they're panting with need, their dicks throbbing and leaking in their pants.”

Jamie's hand drifted down to palm the bulge in his own shorts as he spoke. “By the time I get them alone, they're so fucking desperate they'd agree to anything. I tell them I like it rough, that I want them to choke me while I ride them, that I want them to shove their tongues down my throat like they fucking own me. And that’s when I strike. One hand snakes down to grab their cock while the other slides the knife from my pocket. They don't even realize what's happening until they’re bleeding out.” He considered the knife. “Surprisingly, some of them even stay hard after. It’s fucking wild.”

“Terminal edging,” I said with a grunt.

Jamie fucking lost it. He laughed so hard it left him gasping after. “Fuck, I am so stealing that. You should put it on a fucking t-shirt.” He smirked and took a long drag, staring at me. “What about you? How do you do it?”

“Hammer,” I managed. “Sometimes a tire iron.”

Jamie let out a low whistle. “Blunt force trauma, huh? I like it. Messy, but effective.” He took another drag, eyeing me with a newfound respect. “Let me guess. You prefer victims you can overpower physically? Probably get off on the fear in their eyes when they realize they're totally fucked.”

I shrugged, trying to play it casually even as my heart raced. “Something like that. I find hitchhikers too. The desperate kind no one will miss. Sometimes I even let them think they have a fighting chance, just to make things interesting.”

“God, that's hot,” Jamie groaned,palming himself through his shorts more insistently. “Do you like when they beg for their lives? Or scream?”

“Begging's pathetic. I prefer when they try to bargain. Offer me anything, everything. Money, drugs, their bodies...” I trailed off, the implications heavy.

Jamie's pupils were blown wide with lust. “And do you ever take them up on that last one? Bend them over and give them one final fuck before you end them?”

“Once or twice. When they're especially pretty. Like you.” I met his heated gaze. “But I ain’t a monster like you, Jamie. I like my boys to come before I kill ‘em.”

“How noble of you,” he drawled sarcastically. “A true gentleman killer.”

I clenched my jaw, knuckles going white on the steering wheel. “Watch it, boy. I ain't above teaching that smart mouth of yours a lesson.”

“Promise?” he purred, tongue darting out to wet his lips. The little tease was playing with fire and he knew it. He leaned in closer, hot breath ghosting over my ear as he whispered, “Maybe that's exactly what I want, Stu. For you to put me in my place. Show me what a big, bad killer like you can do.”

I growled low in my throat, desire and bloodlust swirling into a heady cocktail in my veins. In one swift motion, I pulled the truck over onto the dusty shoulder and slammed it into park. Before he could speak, I grabbed him by the back of the neck and crashed my lips to his.

Jamie groaned into the fierce kiss, his lips parting eagerly to allow my probing tongue entry. Our mouths moved together hungrily, devouring each other.

Ifisted Jamie's silky chestnut hair, yanking his head back to expose the pale column of his throat so I could nip and suck at the tender skin there. Breathy sounds of pleasure spilled from the younger man's lips, and I wanted to swallow them whole.

I pulled back from the brutal kiss, my chest heaving. Jamie looked up at me with lust-blown eyes, lips swollen and slick. “Get those pretty lips wrapped around my cock. Now.”

Jamie scrambled to obey, nimble fingers making quick work of my belt and zipper. He tugged my jeans and briefs down just enough to free my aching erection. I hissed through my teeth as the hot desert air hit my sensitive flesh.

“Fuck, you're huge,” Jamie breathed, staring at my thick length with something akin to awe. He wrapped one hand around the base, barely able to close his fingers all the way. His pink tongue darted out to lap at the bead of pre-cum glistening at the tip.

I groaned at the teasing contact. “I thought I told you to suck it, not play with it,” I snarled, pushing his head down.

Jamie let out a muffled moan as I forced his mouth over my cock. His eyes fluttered shut in bliss as he started bobbing his head, taking me deeper into the wet heat of his mouth with each pass.

“That's it, there's a good boy,” I praised, guiding his movements with the grip on his hair. “You like having a real man's cock in your mouth, don't you? Not like those pathetic fucks you slice up.”

Jamie hummed his agreement around my thick shaft, sending delicious vibrations straight to my balls. He looked up at me through his lashes, pale blue eyes glinting with mischief as he took me all the way to the back of his throat. The kid had no gag reflex to speak of.

“Shit, just like that,” I grunted, fighting the urge to thrust into the tight heat of his throat. Jamie's mouth was sin incarnate, his wickedtongue tracing patterns on the sensitive underside of my cock as he sucked me like his life depended on it.

He pulled off with an obscene pop, a string of saliva connecting his swollen lips to the flushed head of my erection. “You taste so fucking good,” he purred, voice already raspy from the abuse to his throat. “I want you to come in my mouth and hold me there. Make me swallow every last drop.”

“Keep sucking like that and you'll get your wish real soon,” I growled, pushing his head back down. Jamie eagerly complied, relaxing his jaw to take my thick cock down to the root. My hips jerked forward of their own accord, fucking into his willing mouth.

Jamie moaned as I used his face, tears leaking from the corners of his eyes. He palmed himself through his shorts, hips rutting against his hand, desperate for friction. The sick little fuck was getting off on being used.

“Touch yourself,” I commanded gruffly. “Get that dick out and stroke it for me while I ruin your throat.”

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