Page 36 of The Silent Night Stalker
When Enzo caresses my head with his fingers, I instantly relax. “You can’t do it wrong,” he reassures, as if he can read my mind.
“Okay.”
My hands explore his thighs, made of steel and lightly dusted with black hair. It’s soft. As I explore his skin, I press my nose in that crook between his thigh and balls and take a deep breath. He smells feral and sexy, musky with hints of sweat and the remnants of his body wash or cologne. God, I could inhale him all day like this, to breathe him in for eternity. And I would if I didn’t want to taste him so badly.
I pull away and look up at him again. He still has a gentle hold of my hair, still watching me, and still looking curious.
My dick is so hard. It’s never been this hard before, not even when I rub one out.
“Will you say nice things to me? Will you talk dirty to me?” I ask him, my face flaming again, because I don’t know if what I’m asking is weird.
Enzo lets go of my hair and places his fingers under my chin after I look away. “Do you need to be praised, Little Bird?”
“Yes.”
He pries my mouth open with his thumb again, but he doesn’t want me sucking it this time. “Open up and take my cock. Let’s see how well that pretty mouth of yours works.”
God, he wants me. Hereallywants me.
Chapter 14
Enzo
I’vegottoadmit,this timid little bird has sucked me right in. There’s something about him that calls to me. At first, I thought I just wanted to have fun with him, but after seeing those scars, I find myself relating on a visceral level. All I want to do is protect him. And some egotistical part of me, deep inside, loves the idea of someone obsessed over me. I’ve had many men want me over the years, but they’ve never been desperate for me.
Constantine is so willing. So giving. So fucking eager. It’s such a turn on that I wouldn’t stop this even if my house were burning down around us.
I bite my bottom lip and my eyes flutter closed when Constantine curls his tongue around the head of my cock, swiping up a bead of pre-cum. Fuck me. There’s something addictive about him. He’s so new to this, and for me to be his first? Yeah, I’m fucking eating it up. I’m quickly growing obsessed with him.
My body shudders when he starts to suckle my tip like he had with my thumb. I look down at him. He still has those wide blue eyes pinned on me, probably seeking approval more than checking to see if I’m enjoying myself.
“Mmm, that feels fucking nice. You have such a pretty mouth.”
Constantine pulls off and smiles shyly, but his confidence is boosted when he fists me and gives my cock a few tugs. “I like the way you taste and smell,” he says.
Usually, I wouldn’t fool around before a shower, especially after the workout I’d had today, but he asked for it. He was very clear about what he wanted.
He runs his tongue from the base and up my length to the tip. He licks me everywhere, worshiping me. Talk about firsts. No dude has ever just worshiped my cock like this, either. They’d suck it down, get me off, and then we were done. But this? This is reverence. Yeah, I can definitely get on board with this.
“You’re so good with your mouth. Worship my cock, baby.”
Baby?
Yeah, I’m fucked.
I bend down and lift him under his pits to stand. “Get naked and into that shower.”
“Do you think the gym will allow us to fool around in the ring? Like… how I imagined it after you have a fight and are all… sweaty?”
I pull him against me, my palm splayed across his back, his scars rough in my palms. It makes me want to fucking hurt something. Instead of uselessly lashing out at the world, I lean forward and take his lips in mine. I can’t just fuck him and mess with him. As much as I’d love to just fuck his face right now, someone like Constantine should experience care and tenderness. I’m not sure where this side of me comes from. It’s not like I’m sentimental or even that kind, but he clearly has needs, and he’s been hurting for too damn long.
“Yeah, I think I can arrange something.”
He rests his hands on my chest, looking up at me full of longing, and his smile is so wide. “I’d like that.”
“Good, now get naked. Don’t make me tell you again.”
Constantine doesn’t stop smiling when he pulls away and scrambles to remove his shoes, socks, pants, and underwear.
