18. Reece

Jasper is a contradiction. He pushes me away, says to stop touching or kissing him, and then I question him, ask if he wants me to stop, and his response is always no. Now he's kissing me like he's starving, like he can't get enough of me, and the feeling is fucking mutual. But after tonight I'm craving more. I'm still on edge, high on the adrenaline of the kill.

I break the kiss with a groan, withdrawing my hand from Jasper's boxers and yanking my t-shirt over my head. He whimpers, pouting at me. It's cute, and fucking sexy.

I laugh. "If you want more, Jasp, take off your boxers."

He doesn't respond, just eagerly shoves his boxers down to his ankles and kicks them off. I stand from the bed and unbutton my jeans, shoving them down and tugging them over my boots. Jasper stares at me, looking my body up and down.

"You have so many tattoos," he remarks, reaching out to touch them with his fingertips.

I don't know what to say, so I just continue undressing by wrestling off my boots. I put my knife on the bed next to my gun. Jasper just watches my every move, his eyes wide. Lastly, I push my boxers to the floor and dive back onto the bed to kiss him again.

He's writhing underneath me, our dicks colliding as they harden. I can feel the cold metal of my gun against my thigh and breaking the kiss, I shift back to a sitting position on the bed and pick up my gun. Caressing it, I stare at Jasper.

He's biting on his lip again, staring back at me with that wide-eyed look again.

"I killed a man with this gun tonight," I murmur.

Jasper doesn't respond.

"You have nothing to say about that, Capullo?" I question him, leaning forward–still holding my gun in one hand–whilst I grip his dick with the other.

He gasps, biting his lip again to drive me insane. He sighs, a deep sigh as though he hasn't taken a breath for several minutes.

"Your sins are not for me to judge," he tells me, his expression and his voice not wavering. "What you choose to do with a weapon is a choice."

"Cut the biblical crap, Capullo," I snap at him, toying with the trigger of the gun for a moment. His eyes go wide again.

And my mind goes south, straight into the gutter. I click the safety on.

"What're you thinking, Reece?" he questions me, his voice meek and worried.

"Turn over, get on all fours, Jasper."

"Why? What're you going to do to me?"

"You'll find out if you are a good boy, Jasp."

He obeys my request which turns me on so much. I'm tempted to go all the way with him, to fuck him from behind, but he needs some prep before I'm fucking him. And what I'm about to do is probably cruel, but in the absence of a toy, one has to improvise.

Jasper is now on all fours, jutting his arse out towards me. I grip his cheeks and spread him open.

"So pretty, Capullo," I tease, pressing the tip of the gun barrel against his pucker.

"Oh shit…wh…" he gasps, turning back to look at me, as I press it in a little more.

"Reece…" he moans. "What are you doing to me?"

"You trust me?"

"I…ah…no…maybe…" he stammers, arching his back a little.

"Good boy," I praise, putting the gun down on the bed and picking up my knife. I slice across my index finger, pressing it with my thumb to draw some blood before I rub it all over Jasper's pucker.

He moans and hisses as I slip my finger in, breaching the tight ring of muscle.

"Reece," he drawls, pushing his arse back to fuck my fingers when I slide a second one in. "Feels so good."

"Mmm, your hole looks so stunning with my blood all over it, pretty boy."

He gasps, looking back at me again as he questions, "Blood? Your blood?"

"Yes, Capullo, I'm marking you with my blood."

"I…ah…more," he moans in an almost incoherent tone. I withdraw my fingers and lean down to kiss his pucker, laving my tongue over the ring of muscle, licking the blood away and lubing him up more.

"Fuck, that feels good," Jasper moans, trying to fuck my tongue by pushing back. Again I pull back, causing him to let out an angry huff. I laugh and taunt him, "Just wait, pretty boy."

Once more I pick up the gun, positioning it against his pucker again. He hisses at the contact, moaning as I breach the ring of muscle with the barrel.

"Fuck, Reece!" he roars, pushing back against the trigger of the gun, drawing it in more.

"Take it, Jasper. Take it all into that tight, pretty hole."

Steadily I pull the gun out, before slamming it back inside his hole harder.

"Ohmygod, ohshit," he mumbles, glancing back at me, his eyes dark with pleasure.

"You like being fucked with my gun, Capullo?" I question, titling the barrel upwards inside him to touch his prostate with the muzzle.

"Yes, there, oh god there!" he shouts, again rocking his hips back and forth to fuck the gun.

"That's it, pretty boy, scream the dorms down."

"Please Reece, more, I'm going to come," he rasps, once more glancing back at me. His eyes are glassy. Holding the gun inside him still, I pick up my knife in my other hand and slap the flat edge across his arse cheek.

"Ohhhhh!" he shrieks. His arse is now marked, red with a slight scratch. I withdraw the gun from his hole and bend over to lick his arse cheeks, a hint of blood swirling on my tongue.

"Reece…" he moans my name, and I clasp his hair to yank him back so his back collides with my chest.

"Kiss me, pretty boy," I rasp against his lips.

He shakes his head, a raspy, "No," escaping his lips.

"I said, kiss me, Capullo."

He moans, and I grasp his neck, slamming my lips to his and taking his tongue with mine as the moment our lips make contact he opens up for me. He defies me, but he can't help but give in.

Gasping he breaks the kiss, and moans, "Need to come."

I shove his body back down until he's flat on his stomach on the bed and spreading his legs wide, I spit on his pucker before picking up the gun again. With the muzzle against his pucker, I lube him up before shoving the barrel inside his hole again.

"Fuck the gun, Jasper," I instruct.

He does as I request without protest, his pelvis rising up and down off the bed taking the gun in and out.

"Oh, oh, fuck," he moans, fucking the sheets of his bed, getting himself off with my gun in his arse.

"Such a pretty sight, Capullo."

"Mmm, I'm…oh…shit!" he calls out, peering back at me as he comes, his whole body trembling.

Again I withdraw the gun, throwing it on the floor and he sighs, sinking into the bed. I lie down beside him, kissing his sweaty forehead.

"Good boy, Capullo."

"Don't call me that," he snaps at me, giving me a death glare as he rolls over to face me.

I chuckle, kissing him. "What do you want me to call you after sex?"

"That wasn't sex, Reece," he remarks, scoffing at me.

"Call it whatever, but I just fucked your sexy arse with a gun," I jeer, grabbing his arse cheeks in my hands, squeezing them to pull him closer to kiss him. He makes no protest of having my lips on his, but he doesn't deepen the kiss. "And you loved it. You're a dirty boy, Capullo."

"Am not," he protests, reaching down to grab my dick in his fist.

"Face it, Capullo. You're as fucked up as me, and one day soon I'm going to fuck you with my cock inside your arse so hard I'll be sending you to hell."

He stares at me wide eyed. "Don't speak so cruelly, and throw my sin back at me. My place in hell is already laid out without you violating me so."

His religious views are archaic, but he shows great conviction which I admire. He's a contradiction for sure, and fuck me dead, I'm feeling something for the guy I shouldn't be. He's messing with my feelings, my damn heart and that can't fucking happen. He's the enemy. But being with him feels so good, so right.

Glancing down I realise he's still clutching my dick. "You mind?"

"Mind what?" he asks, eyeing me with a raised eyebrow and smirk.

"Doing something useful with that hand."

He laughs and slowly starts to stroke my dick, which hardens under the touch of his long, delicate artist"s hand.