Page 64 of Unhinged
“Bend over a little more. Yeah, stick your ass out. Good boy. There you go. Now, spread your legs for me.”
Noah did as Adam commanded, the picture so obscene he could have come just from that alone. He gripped Noah’s hip hard enough to leave bruises. This time, it was Adam who hissed, biting his lip hard enough to draw blood as he sank into the tight grip of Noah’s body. “Jesus.”
Adam fucked in and out of him twice, the friction just this side of painful. When he pulled free, Noah whined, but Adam dropped to his knees, burying his face between Noah’s cheeks, licking over his hole, spitting on it before pushing two fingers inside. Then he stood, plunging back into him.
Noah gasped at the sudden invasion, but then moaned. Adam fucked him hard and fast, each thrust driving Noah up onto his toes. He wanted it hard, wanted it to hurt. And Adam wanted to give Noah what he needed—knew, sometimes, that was the only way for Noah to chase his demons away. Noah was grunting and whining with each thrust, his fingers white knuckled around the iron bars of the staircase railing.
Adam hoped Noah wasn’t expecting a long drawn out affair because the tight heat of Noah’s body was driving him closer and closer to orgasm with every movement, even when he would stop to coat his cock with more saliva before driving inside. “I’m so fucking close. You want me to come? Fill up that greedy little hole?” Noah whimpered but didn’t say anything until Adam spanked him once more, hard enough to make him cry out. “Fucking answer me when I ask you a question.”
Noah moaned. “Yes. Yes. It’s what I want. Fill me up. Please. I want to feel it.”
That was all it took. Adam gripped Noah’s hips, grinding against him, knees almost buckling at the waves of pleasure cresting over him as he emptied himself inside until he shivered.
He pulled free of Noah’s body, turning him before shoving him back up against the wall, dropping to his knees to take Noah’s leaking cock into his mouth. He slipped his hand between his legs, fingers slipping behind his balls, following the trail of wetness before plunging two fingers back inside Noah’s sloppy hole.
Noah moaned long and low, his hips seeming to move against his will as he fucked into Adam’s mouth with abandon. “Oh, fuck. I’m gonna come. Just a little more. Please. Please. Harder. More.” Adam fucked into him with three fingers, finding his prostate and massaging over it with purpose. Noah’s knees almost buckled. “Oh, fuck. Oh… Oh, God. Adam. Fuck. Yes. Just like that. So good.”
Then Noah spilled onto Adam’s tongue. He swallowed every bitter drop, sucking until Noah pushed him off. Adam fell back onto his heels, looking up at Noah with a grin. “Feel better?”
Noah smiled, sinking down to the floor. “Yeah, I feel fucking amazing. You?”
Adam gave a breathless laugh. “Yeah, I’m…I’m good.”
* * *
“You good down there?”
They were lounging in Adam’s sunken tub, Noah tucked between Adam’s splayed thighs, his wet head resting on his chest. Noah’s head lolled on his shoulders, looking up at Adam with a sleepy smile. “I’m okay, just tired. This has been a lot.”
“Yeah, anybody who said killing is easy has clearly never had to plan a mass homicide,” Adam teased.
“How will you do it?”
Adam had no idea. He wasn’t usually the one planning these things. He was more of a soldier. Thomas would have an idea. Maybe they would all just make multiple kills on the same night. It sounded like a lot of work. Definitely risky. Truthfully, he couldn’t wait to sink his blade into Gary. Granted, they wouldn’t have the kind of time together he’d like, especially if he had multiple targets, but watching these men die bloody would have to do. “That won’t be the hard part. The cover-up is going to be the issue.”
“Yeah. Won’t twenty dead people trigger a huge investigation?” Noah asked, sighing when Adam began to soap up his torso.
“There will definitely be an investigation. But we’re used to that.”
“You guys just cover up the bodies and move on? You don’t worry about getting caught?”
Noah’s knees fell open as Adam’s soapy fingers dipped below the waterline, but there was no promise in it. Noah was just touch starved and Adam loved feeding him.
Adam exhaled. “We’re careful. Nobody would ever suspect a bunch of rich kids are murderers. It’s too ridiculous to even comprehend for most people.”
Noah was right, though. The fallout had never really been anything any of them had taken into consideration, but since meeting Noah, Adam knew they wouldn’t make that mistake again. But before he could explain that further, his phone began to vibrate along the side of the tub.
When he saw it was Calliope, he swiped the phone to answer and jabbed a wet finger on the speaker button. “What’s up?”
There was a long pause before Calliope asked, “What’s with the echo? Are you in the bathroom? Tell me you didn’t answer the phone on the toilet, Adam.”
Adam snickered. “If I had, would I admit it?”
“No, probably not. But it does sound like you’re in the bathroom.”
“Adam and I are taking a bath,” Noah supplied, shifting so the water sloshed around them.
“Aw. Hi, Noah,” Calliope said with that same sunshiny voice she seemed to save just for him.
