Humping his slave’s face as the violence escalated, Carl could no longer hold back. He jerked and jetted down his new boy’s throat.
He continued pumping between those pouty lips until he had nothing left. Then he pushed the young man off him. Not surprised to see tears in his slave’s eyes, he waved him away in disgust. “Samson?”
The larger man stood at a small sink washing himself clean. “Yes, sir?”
Carl liked that. Sir. Though not large, Carl had a commanding presence. He was like Samson, only smaller. They even looked alike. Blond hair, blue eyes. And that strength so apparent in Samson was reflected in Carl’s quick mind. Sharp, controlled. Powerful.
With a smile, he nodded to himself. “Zip me up, would you?”
Samson dried himself off, rolled down his shirt, and buttoned his sleeve. “Of course, sir.” After crossing to Carl, he knelt and reached between Carl’s legs.
Carl’s cock stirred.
Just as Samson pulled the zipper all the way up, Carl covered his hand.
“Sir?”
“Do you like working for me?”
Samson smiled, his avarice and cruelty readily apparent. “I do.”
“Good, good.” He let Samson go.
“What about Gary, sir?”
“Gary?”
Samson nodded to the dead man currently slumped over Tyler’s shoulder. Blood covered Tyler’s previously pristine white shirt. Between Tyler and Samson, he didn’t fear bodily harm. He’d seen both men plow through his enemies and not bat an eye.
“Ah, Gary. Dispose of him discreetly. Excellent performance, you two.”
Samson grinned, and Tyler nodded.
“Samson, the next time you need someone to play with, feel free to use my new toy.” He glanced at the freckle-faced young man sobbing on the ground. “He’s not very good, but he has potential.”
Samson licked his lips. “With pleasure.”
His slave whimpered.
The big man liked a challenge. Carl had noticed Samson looking himself over a time or two and had considered allowing him some fun. His guard was smart enough to know not to damage the boss, not if he wanted to live. But Carl didn’t like giving up control, and Samson was the type who wanted to fight for it.
Perhaps hurting his new slave would sate Samson’s hunger for pain. Then again, keeping his guard on the edge only made him that much more feral when it came to dealing with Carl’s adversaries.
“Oh, but Samson?” he called when Samson turned away. “Don’t play with him unless I’m there to watch. I want this one to last a little longer than Gary. He’s still so innocent.”
“Sure thing, boss. And Stallbridge. What do you want me to do about him?”
Kill him, came the immediate answer. “Let’s sit and wait. I’m sure he’ll start poking around soon enough, maybe even this weekend at the party. That’s what I’d do. I need to know who’s working for him. I have an idea, but I’m not one hundred percent sure my source was right.” Real psychics? Ex-government agents? None of it made a lick of sense, but he’d wait and see. “I can’t wait until this weekend, can you?”
“No, sir,” Samson and Tyler answered as one.
Carl tittered. Saturday couldn’t come soon enough.
Chapter Five
Gavin waited for Aidan’s permission before he pulled Aidan’s head down for a kiss.
The press of lips, the heat, the overpowering strength all around him, fueled his power that needed an outlet. He’d often envied Keegan and James their abilities. Moving something or setting fire with one’s mind—those powers could be contained, hidden. But making his whole body float wasn’t something Gavin could conceal. Needing an external channel to release his power sucked. Or it had, until now.
As he kissed Aidan, energy flared between them. Gavin groaned into the kiss, exploring Aidan’s mouth with soft strokes. He licked and teased until Aidan opened and allowed his penetration. That the larger man welcomed his touch gave their merging added meaning. Gavin couldn’t help it. He wasn’t a one-night-stand kind of guy. He’d never been one to hit the glory hole in the north campus bathroom or suck a guy off in the back hallway of a gay bar. He needed trust and emotion, a deeper connection with a sexual partner than the physical.
So it had surprised him as much as it probably had surprised Aidan how much he desired the bigger man. Yet the hunger had turned from physical to something else, because his power cradled them both as he let it wash over him.
Aidan tensed when their feet left the ground. And then he hugged Gavin tighter and took control of the kiss. He stroked Gavin’s tongue and thrust against it with his own, nipping and sucking until Gavin thought he’d burst.
Need you so much came loud and clear into his mind, and he blinked his eyes open to see Aidan’s closed. As soon as the thought had been shared, Aidan closed off with an almost audible snap. Gavin’s sense of togetherness hadn’t faded, though, and he continued to hold them off the ground while he kissed and touched every part of Aidan’s body he could reach, well aware his bare cock met the solid wall of Aidan’s belly.
Aidan broke the kiss and looked down at him with hunger. Then he shifted his stare to the floor, a few feet beneath them. Unlike Gavin’s vaulted ceiling, Aidan’s was only ten feet tall, and soon he bumped his head. “Shit. That’s amazing.”
Gavin let them slowly drop until they hit the floor. But Aidan didn’t let him stop.
“No. Keep going. To your knees.”
Gavin knelt. Supplicant, wanting. God, he needed to suck Aidan off, to feel his Master come and taste his seed.
“Good boy. We’re back in the scene now. And you’re thinking the right way, finally.” Aidan slowly unzipped his pants and took himself out. “Just lick it. Learn my shape.” He kept his hand on Gavin’s head while Gavin used his tongue all over Aidan’s shaft. Aidan moaned, and the sweet sound eased an answering one out of Gavin.
“That’s good. Yes. Now suck it. And suck my balls too. Lightly, until I tell you to go harder.”
Gavin reached between Aidan’s legs and cupped his sac. Then he kissed and licked the skin before sucking one testicle into his mouth. He stroked Aidan as he worked him, not needing instruction when the man’s hand at the back of his head expressed his pleasure. Aidan pumped his hips in time with Gavin’s deep draws.
He stopped Gavin by gripping his hair and yanking him away.
The pain was unexpected…and arousing as hell.
“On your hands and knees, boy. I want to see that pretty red ass again.” Aidan backed up, making no effort to hide his fierce erection.
Gavin moved to his hands and knees and turned around to show Aidan his ass.
“Spread your cheeks.”
He leaned on one hand while he pulled his left cheek away.
“So pretty, that hole. Now I want you to answer me when I talk to you. And keep yourself open.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“How do you feel now?”
“Fucking hard, Sir.”
Aidan laughed. “You’re an outstanding cocksucker. You about teased the cum right out of me.” Aidan knelt behind him and shoved his hand away. “Ever been fucked dry? It hurts.”
Gavin shivered. “N-no, Sir.”
“Want it?”
“No, Sir.” Not something he had to think about. Aidan would split him in half.
“How about I just rest inside you, then? I’m pretty slick.” Aidan pushed his cockhead into Gavin’s ass and rested there.
The intrusion couldn’t be ignored. “Sir?”
“Now fuck my tip. Just little pushes. Rock over me.”