Page 2 of Duke of Ruin

“Nothing specific.” Eli’s smile turns wicked, and my cock throbs. “What’s the point of a masquerade without some anonymous…excitement?”

I take another step toward him, our bodies now within arm’s reach. I steel myself for the impending violence, still listening for his associates in the bushes around us.

“I told you, we’re alone,” Eli murmurs as he reaches a hand out to touch my face. His fingers slide along the edge of my mask, and I fight the urge to turn my head so that his skin makes contact with mine. He takes a step closer and my breath catches as his fingers slide down the bottom of my mask and along my exposed jaw.

On impulse, I take a step closer, our bodies now just inches apart. I can feel heat radiating from him in the cool autumn air. My eyes drift to his lips as they part slightly. I want to touch them, but I lock myself in place. This is where it happens; this is where it ends. His hand slides down to the side of my neck and his fingers tighten around the back of it, pulling me closer. I close my eyes and wait for the cut of the blade or the white-hot flash of a bullet.

He kisses me. His lips are hard against mine, and a second later my hands are buried in his curls. His hair is silky and perfect as his tongue probes against my lips and I part them. He pushes his tongue into my mouth, swirling against my teeth and tongue with expert precision. I kiss him back, matching his fervent need, and pull him closer until out bodies are flush against each other. I can feel the outline of his dick against my leg.

For a split second, I panic. What the hell am I doing? This is Eli Carbone, one of the most connected students on this campus. My handler would absolutely kill me if he could see me right now. I shove Eli backward and he hits the trunk of the tree with a gasp. His eyes flash with something that almost looks like anger. I close the distance between us and press against him, kissing him harder. I shove my tongue into his mouth and press my body against him. My dick is hard, straining against my pants, and I push into him. He releases a soft groan into my mouth, and it only makes me hotter.

I reach down and unbuckle his belt, then pull open his pants. I shove my hand inside them and wrap my fist around his cock. He’s huge and throbbing with need, silky skin wrapped around a rock-hard shaft. I start slowly pumping my hand, and he rolls his head back against the tree with a groan. I move my lips down to his neck as he unbuttons his shirt and I kiss down his chest. His dick pulses in my hand like he’s holding back from climax already. I lick his nipple and he releases another heady moan as I run my thumb over the tip of his cock, feeling the slick precum at the tip.

He gasps and spins around with me until the rough bark of the tree trunk scrapes against my back. I pump him harder until he grabs my hand to stop me. I open the buttons on my shirt as he fumbles with my belt, and in a single smooth motion he pulls my trousers down, his eyes widening as my cock springs free. He kisses me again and I roll my hips, my cock pushing against the warmth of his skin. He drops to his knees and looks up at me, his liquid emerald eyes shining with wicked pleasure.

I groan as he flicks his tongue across the tip of my dick. My eyes roll back. He feels so good against me, my dick throbbing so hard it hurts. He teases me with his tongue again, then grins up at me. I grab a fistful of his curly hair and pull his face toward me. He smirks at me as I guide the head of my dick toward his mouth. Just the thought of those soft lips brings me to the edge. I touch the tip to his lips, willing them to part, and watch as he takes his own dick in his hand and starts pumping. His eyes roll back in his head and he parts his lips. I shove my cock in his mouth, muffling any attempt he makes at a groan. He swirls his tongue around the tip and opens his mouth wider to allow me full access. I feel him gag as I hit the back of his throat.

Controlling his movements with my fistful of his hair, I shove myself into his mouth over and over. I look down to watch him pleasuring himself as I thrust into his mouth. When he reaches his climax, spurting all over his hands and my shoes, I throw my head back with a cry. I release into the back of his throat, the sound of his choking sending wave after wave of orgasm through me. I watch as he swallows every bit of me before I release his hair.

He pushes himself to his feet, still only inches from me. His hand, sticky with his own cum, reaches for my face. I can smell him on me as he pushes his fingers into my mouth and I lick them clean. He moves his hand and kisses me again, hard. My dick twitches in anticipation of another round, but he pulls away, buttoning his shirt and making himself presentable. I lean against the tree for a moment longer before I start buttoning my own shirt.

“It was certainly apleasureto meet you, Noah,” Eli says, his voice light and easy. “Maybe we’ll run into each other again.” He turns away from me and walks back toward the house, leaving me glaring after him with my pants around my ankles.

I blink a few times, trying to process what the hell just happened. Did I really just get a blowjob from Eli Carbone? This was all wrong, but damn did it feel good to shove my cock down his throat. I shiver at the thought, then pull my pants up and tuck in my shirt. How the hell was I supposed to explain this to my handler? I guess I don’t have to give him all the details of how I made contact with my target, just that I did. Still, way to make a situation much more complicated than it had to be.

My clothes finally presentable, I slip back through the door and into the house. I keep my head down and make a quick exit, though I’m pretty sure I see Eli watching me at one point. I turn up the street, heading back in the direction of my apartment just off campus. I fucking hate living there, but it comes with the assignment.

Once I make it back to my building, I take the elevator to my floor, and as soon as I’m safely locked inside my apartment I call my handler, Detective Rossi. The phone rings as I look around my room—small bed and nightstand, smaller dresser, a desk and chair. That’s all the furniture in the small apartment, which has a tiny kitchenette with a refrigerator crammed into the corner, and an even tinier bathroom through the only door in the place.

“Update?” Rossi’s voice cuts through my thoughts. His voice is sharp and allows no room for banter. How he was ever an undercover officer makes my head spin. He’s such a cop.

“I made contact with the target,” I say quickly, keeping my voice low. I doubt anyone can hear me through the walls, but I can’t be too careful.

“Anything useful?” Rossi asks.

My mind swims with images of Eli looking up at me with his lips wrapped around my dick. I shake my head, trying to focus.

“Well?” Rossi snaps.

“No…I mean, not really,” I say.

“Which is it, kid?” Rossi’s voice grates against my nerves.

“No,” I say. “It was just a stupid frat party.”

“I figured as much, but it’s a good place to start,” Rossi says while I press my lips together. “Let me know when you find something we can use. Remember who the real target is.”

“Of course,” I answer, and hang up the phone. My job is to get close to Eli, but the man Rossi wants is actually his uncle, the leader of the Carbone family. I can’t imagine that taking him down will have any long-term impact, since they’ll just put another Carbone in his place. I keep thoughts like that to myself, though. Eventually I’ll make it far enough up the food chain so I can make these decisions, but for now I just have to follow orders, and right now my orders are to get close to Eli Carbone. I close my eyes and fall back onto my bed. I can still taste him on my lips. I’m not exactly a virgin, but that may have been the best sexual encounter I’ve ever had.

I can feel my dick getting hard again at the thought, but I try to shut it down. I get out of bed and head to the shower. Something like that cannot happen again. This case is already complicated enough, and if the department finds out that I’m fucking the target it could throw the whole case under suspicion. I’m not sure if anyone in the department even knows I’m attracted to men, since it isn’t exactly something I announce when I walk into a room. My father definitely wouldn’t approve if I did.

I turn the shower to cold and step inside, the water painful against my flushed skin. Nothing like this will happen again. I’ll just have to keep myself in check. Definitely no more drinking on the job.

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ELI

Ididn’t get his last name. I tried asking around, but asking about the guy inThe Phantom of the Operamask was less than useless. Such an overdone trope. It doesn’t take that much investment to be original, especially at a masquerade, but whatever.Mycostume was fucking splendid. Still, I can’t stop thinking about him. I’ve had a few sexual encounters with men before, but nothing like that. That was the first time I’ve ever given a blowjob, and I didn’t expect it to be so damn…hot. My dick twitches every time I think about it—about his hands buried in my hair, the taste of his come in my throat. I need to think about something else; I can feel my cock straining against my pants.

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