“I’ll remember that.”
“Not that I ever had anyone I cared about enough to do all this, but I like the idea of being asleep and my guy wanting me too much to wait. He’d slip it in and fuck me awake, so feel free to do that anytime.”
Fuck, maybe asking what he liked wasn’t such a good idea after all. The front of my pants had become uncomfortably tight at the idea of fucking a sleeping Kit. How long would it take him to wake up? Would he stir from me putting my cock inside him, or could I get away with rocking into him if I went slow and easy?
“You’re thinking about it, aren’t you?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“So am I.” He reached forward, tilted his laptop, and showed me his lap instead of his face. He took out his hard cock from his tights. “I get so hard thinking about you and all the things I want to explore with you.” I licked my lips and followed the stroke of his hands with my gaze. “Sully, I’ve done a lot, but never with someone I truly care about.”
“Jerk off for me,” I said roughly. “Let me see you come apart, little kitten.”
He spat in his hand and brought it back to his cock, the squelch of his wet palm slicking up and down his cock coming over the speakers.
“I have this really dark fantasy I haven’t ever shared with anyone,” he whispered.
“Until now. Tell me.”
“I want you to sneak up on me sometime when I don’t know it’s you. I’ll fight you.” His breathing was quick and shallow now. A moan tumbled from his lips. He jumped to his feet and shimmied out of his tights and underwear. He kicked them aside and climbed back onto the sofa, this time with his back to me and his front facing the back of the sofa. His dark pink hole winked at me.
“You’d throw me onto the bed while I beg you to stop.” He stroked his cock with his right hand, and with his left, he reached back and teased his middle finger over his opening. “But you won’t. You won’t care what I want at all. You just need to come, and you want to do it inside me.” He slid his finger into his hole, and he hissed. “You fuck me just the same, bruising, so fucking hard that you leave me wrecked.” He whimpered into the back of the couch and gave a half sob, fucking his ass with that finger. “I want you to wreck me so bad.”
He pulled out his finger, leaving his hole open. As if waiting for me to…to put my tongue inside. I wanted to fucking eat his ass like he’d told me he loved.
He cried out, his body jerking. I groaned, clamping my eyes shut, my mind firmly placed on that illusive wish of me being inside him right that minute, to feel the tightening of his walls around my tongue.
Fuck. I’d just come in my pants, and I should have already left the hotel room.
Kit tumbled to the couch and stretched, smiling at the camera. How the boy moved was sinful. He could drive a man crazy without even trying.
He smirked. “Did you just come in your pants?”
Damn tease. He knew what he was doing all along.
“I have to go,” I said. “I’ll see you tomorrow. And, Kit…”
“Yes?” he purred.
“I want you to fight me. Give it all you’ve got.”
His nostrils flared, and he opened his mouth, but no words came out. I grinned at him, then ended the video call. At least I wasn’t the only one smitten in this relationship. It seemed such a small word to describe how I felt, but for now, it was a safe word. It said that I could still back out if I wanted to.
Thankfully, I didn’t have to change my pants. My boxers had contained the spill. I wiped up in the bathroom, changed my underwear, and pulled my pants back on. I ignored how late I was as I left the hotel and drove to the country club where the gala was being held and focused on carrying out my job and getting back home to Kit.
The gala was every bit of the pomp and ceremony I’d expected it to be. Earlier, Liam had hacked into the country club’s server and added my fake name to the guest list. No one would suspect that a killer was in their midst. I kept mostly to myself but engaged in small conversations. The whole idea was to fit in and to not stand out, either by being a wallflower and not getting too much attention or looking like the odd one out. Just the right amount of presence had me blending in well.
Seth Taggart, forty-four years old, was my target. From our research of him, he’d swindled millions of dollars that left hundreds of workers pensionless when his business collapsed. It hadn’t, though. The bastard was living the life his workers couldn’t because he’d stolen from them. And a quarter-million dollars sent to my account and his misdeeds were good enough reason to take him out.
Right now, Taggart was just a walking bull’s-eye.
The socializing was a part of the job. It wasn’t the part I liked the most, but at least the interactions kept me human.
I got close enough to Taggart to listen to his conversations with others and keep him in my sight. It was much better this way not to lose him than to wait outside, hoping for a glimpse of him.
The party didn’t start dwindling until after midnight. Taggart made the rounds, shaking hands, saying goodbye. I waited for him to leave, then drained my glass and went after him. I’d already tagged his car earlier, so I wouldn’t lose him, even though he drove off several minutes before me.
The farther we drove from the city, the lighter the traffic became. I slowed down to put more distance between us. I was patient enough to carry out the act once he was at his destination. From the information Liam had gathered for me, he lived alone.