Page 8 of Saint's Sinner

Saint pinched the bridge of his nose and slowly counted down from twenty, knowing exactly why that bottle was gone. Unlike with other folks, Tequila had never left him loose and eager to get naked. It was his go to drink when he was pissed off and spoiling for a fight. At this point, he was so on edge that a knock down drag out might be just the thing to get him to settle down and focus, but Teddy wouldn’t have been a challenge even if he was able to catch up to the man and Night…well, the thought of striking the prospect out of anger gave him pause.

Fucking him over the bar though, now that idea had merit. Saint was just about to head back outside and demand that Night get his ass inside, when Teddy’s phone blipped from where it lay in a puddle of whiskey, and Saint cocked his head, frowning at the text message that appeared on the screen.

The sender was someone named Junkyard Whore, but that wasn’t what held his attention. It was the message that gave him pause. Saint nearly landed headfirst in the mess of glass and whiskey when he lunged for the thing, managing to grasp it before the screen went blank, but by the time he hauled himself back over the bar, the lock screen was engaged, leaving him with only the little bit he’d seen.

Just bite the bullet and do what you need to do before people start getting pissed about you playing with them.

With no idea what those words were in reference to, all Saint could do was fume and slam the phone on the bar.

“What happened?”

Snarling, Saint turned to see that Night had finally managed to tear himself away from his phone.

“Does it fuckin’ matter,” Saint snarled. “Just clean that shit up and keep your mouth shut until I’m ready to shove my cock in it.”

“Now’s as good a time as any,” Night muttered, even as he turned to get the broom.

Before he could take a step, Saint grabbed his arm, yanking until Night turned back around to face him.

“You’re right,” Saint growled, cock already beginning to thicken. If he couldn’t engage in a tequila-fueled brawl to ease his nerves than having his dick sucked would be the next best thing. “On your knees, prospect.”

Night’s eyes widened a fraction even as he dropped to the floor, hands on his thighs, bringing his lips level with Saint’s crotch.

“Unzip me with your teeth,” Saint demanded, even as his fingers slid through the warm, silky strands of Night’s hair.

Not only did Night manage to unzip him with ease, but he popped the button with his teeth as well, then went still and waited with perfect obedience for the next command.

Instead of barking it at him like he longed to do, Saint blew out a long breath while reminding himself that this was the man he and Sinn hoped to bring into their relationship. It wouldn’t do to treat him like a whore.

Petting Night’s hair was starting to chill him out and ease his temper down a few notches. It gave him a touchstone to channel his focus, as did that warm whiskey-hued gaze he peered down into.

“Thank you for this,” Saint murmured. “My head is in a bad place and every thought I’ve had lately is about hurting someone. Give me something else to think about.”

“Yes, sir,” Night replied, pink tongue flicking out to lick his lips even as he slid his hands up Saint’s thighs before freeing his cock from his boxers.

When Night rubbed his cheek over Saint’s erection in a soft nuzzle, Saint almost ordered him to just get on with it, only Night’s tongue followed, down one side and up the other, eyesgoing heavy lidded by the time he swirled his tongue around the head of Saint’s dick. By then, all thoughts of making demands fled as the tension started melting from his shoulders and the blinding haze of rage cooled to a low simmer.

When that wet mouth engulfed him, Saint let out a low rumble of pleasure. The slow drag of lips and tongue coupled with rhythmic humming soon had him melting against the bar, pleasure snaking down his spine when Night got his hand involved, creating a wet vice of motion up and down Saint’s shaft.

The man knew how to give an earth-shattering blow job, not only paying attention to Saint’s cock but rolling his balls around in his other hand in a lazy rhythm that soon had Saint throwing his head back and gasping up at the rafters. He was aware that his petting was getting a little rough, but each time he tugged at the strands, Night let out a grown of pleasure that vibrated around Saint’s dick. Even when he gripped Night’s hair in his fists and started tugging, Night responded to his urgency by upping the pace until Saint was fucking his face, saliva dripping down Night’s chin until everything was so slippery, it was like fucking a wet, sloppy hole.

Between Night’s continued massage of Saint’s scrotum and the constant mix of groans and hums, it didn’t take long for Saint to spill, his eyes rolling back as his orgasm held his body it a tight grasp of pleasure as Night kept sucking until he’d swallowed all he could wring from Saint.

Gooddidn’t begin to describe how Saint felt by the time he opened his eyes, andhotwas too small a word to define the way Night looked as he licked a dribble of cum from the corner of his lips.

“Damn boy, you have got one hell of a talented mouth,” Saint hissed as he focused on easing his fingers out of Night’s hair. “I look forward to learning what else you’re talented at.”

The smirk Night flashed him was sinful and Saint was hit with the sudden urge to taste himself on Night’s lips. Hauling Night up, he crushed their mouths together, licking inside and loving the way Night opened without hesitation and eagerly kissed him back. Low groans began to spill from him. When Saint shoved a hand between them to rub over the front of Night’s jeans, it was apparent how aroused he was.

“F-fuck…” Night whined, making Saint’s cock twitch and try to perk up again.

“Oh yeah, gonna pin you against this bar and fuck you stupid,” Saint growled before deepening the kiss.

He had two fingers through one of Night’s beltloops and was grinding their bodies together when the door crashed open, and all thoughts of fucking Night vanished. Growling, Saint turned Night loose, his bootheel crunching glass when he stepped away from the prospect.

“I’ll get this cleaned up,” Night panted while Saint tucked himself back in his jeans and fastened them before looking around for Teddy’s phone, which he shoved at his brother the moment he spotted Mark.

“I hope you can open this damned thing because your boy has gotten himself into some shit and it better not have anything to do with Sinn.”

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