With a swipe of my fingers, I scoop the cum from his hand and feed it into his mouth.“Taste yourself, kid.I want you to lick every drop from my fingers.”
When I was learning enhanced torture techniques, I subjected myself to some of them to know what they were like.I got through it, but it was hell.
The worst torture I’ve ever experienced is Ravi Novak sliding his tongue between my fingers and not being able to fuck his face until I feed him my cum, too.
I’d cut my tongue out to be able to feed him forever.
When he finishes and licks his lips, it’s almost the thing that makes me pass out.
“Was that—” He pulls in a shaky breath and opens his eyes to look at me.His lashes are damp, I realize.“Was that good for you, Daddy?”
Even though it’s agony to fold my body forward, I lean down to brush a kiss across his lips.“I’ve never seen anything more gorgeous in my life.”
Zed makes a fake gagging noise.I give him a look intended to shut him up, but he only laughs.
“You didn’t come, Daddy.”Ravi makes a pointed look at my pants.
Yeah, and right now my dick hurts worse than my stab wound.“You can make it up to me later.At home.”
“We’re going home?”His face is lit like a fucking ray of sunshine.
“After the hospital,” Zed insists as he pulls his clothes on.
“After the hospital,” I grumble.
“Good.”Ravi nods.“Then I’ll make it up to you at home.”
Red hands me some cleaning wipes and I get to work cleaning the other two guys from Ravi’s skin.Then I hand over his clothes.
“Oh.”Ravi does this thing that used to drive me crazy, where he holds his hand up as if he’s waiting to be called on in class.Now, it’s kind of cute.
“We have to stop downstairs to get Mr.Cat.”
“He’s here?I figured he’d be wherever you’ve been staying.”
“I didn’t want to leave him alone in a strange place.Innes at coat check has been letting him hang out with her.”
Kid’s probably got the entire staff of this place wrapped around his finger.
“Come on then, baby.We can talk more in the car on the way to make sure I’m not dying.Not that we’ll cover everything today.I suspect it’s going to be a long conversation.Zed will take Mr.Cat home for you.”
My friend makes a face.“Man, stop volunteering me for shit.”
I ignore him, pulling Ravi against me.Yes, it hurts, and no, I don’t care.I’m too relieved to have him in my arms for anything else to matter.
Even all sleepy-eyed and fucked out, Ravi lifts his chin.“Yes.We definitely have a lot to talk about.”
A possessive impulse comes over me.“Whatever happens, though, I’m not letting you leave again.You’re mine now.You agreed.”
His hands go to his hips.“You said you’re mine too.So if you try to run off I’ll start stalking you.You won’t be able to get rid of me.”
“So you’ve said, baby.”
“You think I won’t do it?”
Do I think the kid who used to spy on me through the window, who admitted to once following me to the East End and watching me torture a guy, won’t make good on a promise to keep tabs on me?
“I know you will, baby.”