Chapter 13

XAVIARO

I'm not sure how my legs are holding me up at this point, except that Sparrow needs them to and that seems to be enough. Water pools under my feet, leaving a trail of puddled footprints between the shower and the bedroom. I shiver from the temperature change, goose bumps rising all along my skin as the steam of the bathroom gives way to the cool air in my bedroom.

Sparrow's legs are tight around my waist as he strokes his slender fingers through my hair, alternating between gentle touches and sharp tugs that light up my nerve endings and make my cock throb. I drag my tongue along the bruised skin of his throat again, desperate to erase the memory of Riff Raff's hands from my mind as much as his. A tremor runs through me, an echo of the rage that exploded in my veins when I kicked in that door tonight and saw my little Sparrow struggling for his life.

I clench my jaw, my heart thundering and my breath speeding up as the images fill my mind again. I've lost count of how many lives I've taken, but I've never taken any pleasure in it until tonight. I wanted to unload my entire chamber into that fucker, bring him back to life, and do it all over again.

The sting of Sparrow's teeth against my bottom lip jars me out of my violent fantasy and back into the present.

"I'm fine, he's where he belongs, and we're not giving him one more second of our energy." The firm authority in his tone soothes me like a gentle stroke down my spine, even though it's accompanied by another sharp bite. Or maybe it's because he punctuates it with that fleeting moment of pain that his words take hold and I let every memory of Riff Raff scatter into the wind.

I turn around when I reach my bed, lowering myself onto it with my little Sparrow still wrapped around me, straddling me now, looking down at me with a wicked glint in his eyes that pins me more effectively than his weight ever could. He swivels his hips, bringing the curve of his ass into contact with my aching cock. A feral grin teases his lips as he braces his hands on my chest and circles his hips again, grinding his erection against my abs and teasing the tip of my cock.

He leans in close, bringing his lips close to mine again so I can feel his hot breath tickling them with every exhale. I part my lips, but instead of a kiss, Sparrow drags the tip of his tongue along the seam, teasing without dipping inside my mouth.

"You're all mine, aren't you, Killer?" he murmurs, then sinks his tongue just a fraction of an inch deeper until it meets the tip of mine before he pulls it back again. I nod, already finding myself at a loss for words with Sparrow's bare skin sparking against mine like flint on stone, his words heavy enough to bind me without the need for any physical restraints. "You belonged to me before I even looked in your direction, didn't you?"

His question sends me right back to the night that feels like a lifetime ago but was really only a handful of weeks. Excitement and electricity ricochet in my bones at the memory of tracking the mysterious little stranger with my eyes, feeling the energy in the room shift and shape itself around him like he owned it, just like he owns me now.

"Yes, Sir," I rasp, and his cock jerks against my belly, a hungry moan vibrating from his lips.

Sparrow slides a hand up from my chest, wrapping his fingers gently around my throat without any pressure. He trails scorching hot kisses along my jaw, grinding himself against me again until I can feel my skin getting slick and sticky with his precum. My balls tighten and my cock throbs impatiently, but the rest of my body sinks into the bed, heavy and pliant.

"Such a good boy," he whispers before climbing off of me. The bed jostles and my body cools instantly at the loss of his weight and the warmth of his bare skin against mine. "Tell me where you keep all your goodies hidden and scoot up the bed."

"Bottom dresser drawer," I answer, then position myself with my head on a pillow and my hands over my head to wait for him.

I let my gaze roam over his lithe frame, snagging on the pert shape of his ass, jiggling with each step. It's mesmerizing, but after a moment, there's something else that catches my attention more intensely. His confident, fluid movements were the first thing I noticed about him, like a panther on the prowl, and they're even more enthralling now than they were when he was a perfect stranger.

He bends to tug the drawer open, exposing a lifetime of fantasies all stuffed inside, untouched by anyone but me until tonight. My heart thumps out an even rhythm, the temptation to wonder what Sparrow thinks of my toys and restraints, or which he'll pick for tonight, is a fleeting one. I've spent every last brain cell I have today on life or death shit, and I don't want to worry about anything else before sunrise.

A metallic rattle reaches my ears and skitters along my skin as Sparrow rifles through the drawer. Eventually he stands and turns to face me again, a condom and a bottle of lube in one hand and a set of leather wrist and ankle restraints in the other. I lick my lips and squirm involuntarily, my muscles all bunching then relaxing, my cock twitching as my foreskin rolls back to fully expose the precum slicked tip.

He approaches the bed with that same catlike prowl, his eyes devouring me, consuming me, setting me ablaze without hope of relief. Sparrow reaches the end of the bed, setting down the condom and lube and then the restraints, keeping just one in his hand. He teases the tips of his fingers along my left ankle. The touch itself isn't erotic, but I've fantasized about this moment so many times that every inch of my skin is oversensitive and tingling, my heart thudding wildly.

He fits the first restraint around my ankle, the buttery smooth leather soft against my skin as he tightens it and then slips his fingers around the edges to check that it's comfortable. His grip is rough as he tugs my legs wider and fastens the first one to the footboard. My breath catches and my nipples tighten as he moves on to the second one, cuffing my ankle and restraining me.

"You're beautiful like this," Sparrow purrs, climbing onto the bed between my legs. "I bet you've jerked off a million times with your legs restrained like this, haven't you?" He crawls closer, his soft, hot skin brushing my inner thighs, his attention on my heavy erection.

"Yes, Sir," I gasp my answer, clenching my fists to resist the urge to reach for my cock.

"Do you do one hand too? Tying yourself to the bed frame as best you can all on your own before you play with your aching cock?" He leans in and ghosts his lips over the head of my cock.

"Yes, Sir," I moan again, my muscles trembling to hold still as my cock jerks against his warm, damp lips. He grins and flicks the tip of his tongue along my bunched foreskin, dragging another strangled sound from my throat.

"Don't worry, I'm here now. You can retire the unsatisfying, half-restrained jerk sessions and let your Little Sparrow take care of that itch you can't scratch on your own." I don't know if he just means that he's here nowbut might not be later, but my primitive caveman brain takes his words as a promise. He's right, he has owned me since the second I laid eyes on him, but that goes both ways. He's mine too, and there's nothing I won't do to keep him. There's no death or destruction that wouldn't be worth it in Sparrow's name. An involuntary growl rises up in my throat and he chuckles, as if he can read the violence in my thoughts and it pleases him.

He places an open-mouthed kiss to my shaft and then continues his ascent up my body with bruising bites and more wet kisses along my skin. My muscles jump and tense eagerly under his touch, every mark he leaves feeling like a claiming brand. He laves his tongue over each of my nipples, the feeling shooting through my cock and tightening around my balls.

Sparrow shimmies his way up my body to straddle my chest, his hard cock swinging just out of reach as he cuffs one wrist and then the other, fastening them to the bed frame the same way he did with my legs. I'm bound and completely at his mercy, helpless to do anything but look up at the man who holds a terrifying amount of power over me. Fear is the last thing I feel though. I felt an unfamiliar and unpleasant rush of fear when I thought I was about to lose him tonight, but there's not a damn thing scary about putting my life in his hands.

"If you ever tried to leave, I would find you." The rough words bypass my brain entirely, rumbling through my throat and past my lips, sounding every bit the promise and the threat that they are.

Sparrow laughs again, carding his fingers through my hair and tempting me with the tip of his cock barely an inch from my lips.

"I know," he says with the hint of a moan under the words, like the threat of being stalked by a Mafia hitman is straight out of his wildest wet dreams. "And I would let you."

SPARROW

The flare of possessive heat in Xaviaro's eyes unravels something wild inside of me, making my heart beat faster as I slide back down his body and bury my face against his throat. I suck a bruise over his Adam"s apple, feeling it vibrate with his moan. He said he wants to wear a collar of my bruises, he wants reminders of my hands and mouth hiding under his expensive suits, aching on his skin when he's hiding behind the mask of deadly indifference that keeps him safe and sane.

I grind my cock against his abs, adding a few more mouth-shaped bruises to the collection on his throat. He would hunt me down if I ever left? He wouldn't have far to look. I want to live under his skin. I want to handcuff myself to him so I can make sure there isn't a second in his day when this stone cold, needy, perfect man is going unworshipped.

The persistent, empty ache inside of me spurs my thrusts faster, every drag of my erection over the toned ridges of his stomach makes my breath catch and my insides heat. I abandon my task of biting a collar around his throat and catch his mouth in a deep kiss, tangling our tongues and swallowing every helpless whimper he feeds me.

Will I ever get over the awe of Xaviaro's submission? The way his jaw softens and his lips part, letting me plunder his mouth as he sinks helplessly into the bed, is a more powerful rush than holding life and death at my fingertips.

"Do you know how perfect you are for me?" I break the kiss and stare into his eyes so I can watch that flickering moment of pleasure he gets from my praise. The flutter of his eyelids is just as intoxicating as the way he's splayed for me, bound to the bed and at my mercy.

I sit up and reach for the lube I left near the bottom of the bed, the foil of the condom wrapper crinkling between my fingers as I pluck that up as well. I hesitate for a moment, absently tracing the shape of the condom through the package with my thumb. I shift back another few inches until I can feel the heat of Xaviaro's cock resting against the crease between my ass cheeks. It's thick and heavy, pulsing eagerly with the beat of his thundering heart. I swivel my hips, imagining what it would feel for him to pump inside of me completely bare, to fill me with his release and let it drip out of my hole later.

But it doesn't feel right to make such a big decision when he's got one foot in subspace. He would give me anything right now and I would take it.

"Ask me, Sir," Xaviaro says. I glance down to see him eyeing the condom just like I am.

I swallow, keeping my eyes on him for several long moments, searching for any sign of hesitation. But all I see is the same eager, relaxed openness he always seems to wear when I have him alone like this.

"Let me take you bare?"

He groans and his cock twitches against my ass. "Yes, Sir. Please."

I toss the condom aside blindly and open the lube, pouring a generous amount into my hand before reaching back to wrap my slicked fingers around his shaft. I keep my eyes locked on his as I work the lube over his stiff cock, watching every twitch and flutter of the muscles in his face and every flicker of heat that passes through his eyes. His fingers curl and uncurl, helplessly restrained from grabbing me like he wants to. His thighs tremble and his lips part on panting breaths as I spread the remainder of the lube over my hole and then notch the head of his cock against it.

I don't slam myself onto his cock, as much as I want to. The delicious, aching torture is half the fun, so instead I rock gently against him, my rim softening as I slowly open around his cock, little by little until he finally slips inside.

Xaviaro moans loudly, his body jerking as the tight heat of my entrance engulfs the tip of his erection, not even swallowing the entire head yet as I keep rocking slowly. My insides feel fluttery and desperate for the stretch of his cock, but I keep tight control over myself, bracing my hands on his chest and circling my hips in a slow, steady rhythm. He slips in another inch and I gasp this time, clenching around him just to feel the sting and pressure of being filled by him for the first time.

A needy, eager quiver in my gut begs me to give up this teasing game and ride him hard the way we both want it. But I resist it. I need this. I need control, not only over Xaviaro, but over myself right now. I need just a few minutes of perfect order in a world of chaos.

I push my wet hair off my forehead and drag my blunt fingernails over his hardened nipples, drawing another guttural, pleasured sound from him, his cock twitching inside of me. My balls tighten and I let out a slow breath as I sink down another inch. Just one at a time until my cock is weeping precum against Xaviaro's belly and sweat is starting to bead on my back.

He looks up at me with a beautifully tortured expression on his face, his eyebrows creased and his eyes hazy with an overdose of lust. His teeth bite into his bottom lip as I clench and tease myself with all but the final inch of his cock, so close to the moment when I'll let myself lose control, but savoring every tensely coiled lick of heat inside me before I let it happen.

My ears perk at the sound of a floorboard creaking in the hallway outside of his bedroom, followed by the unmistakable shuffle of footsteps. My pulse spikes and a grin spreads over my lips.

"I think we woke your friend," I whisper, unsure how well anyone might be able to hear through the door. "Do you think he knows what a good fuck toy you are? Tied to the bed for my pleasure."

A ragged moan bursts from Xaviaro's lips and I finally claim the last inch of his cock, throwing my head back as I sink all the way down.

"Sparrow. Sir. Fuck," he babbles, his hips twitching the limited amount they're able to.

I let out a loud moan of my own. I don't know a damn thing about the nosy man on the other side of the door, but just in case he's ever dared to have a filthy thought about my man, I'm more than happy to make things clear for him. Thoughts of the drunk mobster are fleeting though as I fuck myself faster and harder on Xaviaro's cock, forgetting everything except for the feeling of him underneath me and the twisted pleasure on his face. An entire marching band could set up in his hallway and I doubt I would notice.

The bed creaks and groans, creating an instrumental track to accompany the grunts and moans on both our lips. I fall forward to catch Xaviaro's mouth in a sloppy kiss that refuses to stay connected through the rutting thrusts of me fucking myself on his cock. I settle for breathing in all of his exhales, tugging and stroking his hair, feeling the warmth of his skin radiating against mine as I push him closer and closer to the edge.

"How good do you think you could be for me?" I ask breathlessly, letting out a shuddering whine when I find my prostate with his cock. "Do you think you could hold yourself back from coming if I told you to? Could you fight the overwhelming wave of pleasure of feeling my orgasm clench and shiver through me without giving in?"

"Fuck," he gasps. "Anything… Sir. My body and my heart are all yours."

I didn't expect such an earnest response to my dirty talk, but the intensity in his tone, the weight of his words make my head spin. Everything inside of me tightens and heats, electricity dancing along my spine as I use him to peg my prostate again and again, my cock jerking wildly, completely untouched.

"Don't come," I growl through clenched teeth before slamming my mouth fully against his and letting out a muffled cry. My orgasm hits me forcefully, my hole clenching and fluttering around Xaviaro's cock as I grind and fuck myself, spilling sticky ropes of cum all over his skin while he feeds me muffled sounds around my tongue.

His cock stays rock hard, twitching desperately inside me with his effort to hold back his own pleasure. Fuck, he's such a good boy. He's everything. I break the kiss and murmur praise, my hips still twitching as I come down from the high of my orgasm, my balls tingling and my cock slowly softening.

"You're such a good boy. Fuck, you're incredible. Come for me, Xaviaro." I lean back and ride him hard again, gasping at the pressure against my oversensitive prostate as he lets loose a strangled cry and immediately starts to throb and pulse inside of me. "Good boy," I gasp over and over until he shudders and sags into the bed, his skin flushed and his chest heaving.

The wet rush of his cum that accompanies his softening cock slipping from my hole makes me feel filthy and horny all over again. I lean over Xaviaro, lapping at the salty sweat glistening on his skin as I make my way up to his restrained wrists.

"Not yet," he murmurs hoarsely.

"Okay. Five more minutes, then they really should come off," I bargain, cuddling up to him instead.

"'Kay," he agrees, turning his head and lazily brushing his lips against my forehead.

"Hey, Xav." I rest my head on his bicep gently and reach up to brush a stray strand of hair off of his forehead.

"Mm?" he hums, his eyes half closed, still floating in that peaceful place only I have the pleasure of sending him to.

"Thanks for saving my life."

His lips twitch into a grin and he lets out a soft chuckle. "Anytime."