15. Chapter 15

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R ory couldn’t pull his gaze off the desk. Hamish craned his neck forward, demanding eye contact, but Rory couldn’t look up.

“You must know something else about Sebastian?”

Rory knew the sound of his grunts and groans when he was close to coming. He knew the taste of him, and the smell of him, and that he loved plunging deep into Rory’s mouth, and stretching his cheeks, and covering his tongue in him . It had happened twice more since, and Sebastian had also fisted Rory’s cock while stroking over his hole. He didn’t push in, but God had Rory wanted him to, asked him to, begged him to.

“I…I haven’t heard him on the phone again,” Rory said.

“Have you seen it?”

Rory’s mind went to Sebastian’s cock, and he shivered. He’d seen it, he’d touched it, he’d sucked it, and it was huge and perfect, but he still wanted more.

“Rory!”

He jerked in his seat. “What? What did you say?”

“The phone?” Morris snapped. She banged her fist on the desk, and he glanced up. Both she and Hamish were leaning forward, trying to get his focus, but his mind was elsewhere. Sex was simple. Sex, Rory could handle, more than handle. The need for it, now he’d experienced it, burned through him.

“I’ve seen the phone, and it was clean, nothing on it.”

“Damn,” she said, turning away.

“What about this gang inside?” Hamish asked.

“It’s getting bigger, but Sebastian said not to worry. It’s all talk and no action.”

“Worry?” Morris asked. “Why would you worry?”

“I told him I don’t want him to get hurt.”

Hamish rubbed his chin, considering. “Good move. Act like you care, and he’ll reassure you. He might even open up to you.”

Another shiver ran down Rory’s spine. He wanted Sebastian to open him, fuck him, and Sebastian knew it.

Rory shook his head to fling the thought away. “What’s happening on the outside?”

Hamish sighed. “I’m trying to block the purchase of the farm by my house, and Watson is under surveillance. He’s been seen taking deliveries of barrels.”

“Barrels of what?”

“We’re not ready to move in yet. We’ve got to be able to link it to Sebastian first. His friends have been by my house. Loitering, staring in, making sure I know they’re there.”

“It’s intimidation,” Morris muttered. “Plain and simple.”

Hamish gestured to himself and the bags under his eyes. “Well, it’s working. I don’t feel safe in my own home. I can’t sleep, I jump at any noise. The sooner we get something concrete, the quicker we can take them down and lock them away.”

Morris squeezed his shoulder. “And the quicker we can move on.”

Rory looked away.

“It all relies on you doing your job,” Morris said. “Get close to Sebastian.”

Sebastian had been inside his mouth. He’d come down Rory’s throat. They couldn’t get much closer, not unless Sebastian—no, Rory tried to turn his libido down, but it had skyrocketed in the last month.

Rory forced a cough. “I’ll do my best.”

“Make sure you do,” Morris hissed. She held out her phone, and Rory took it. Not even waiting for Hamish to leave the room, he dialled Erica’s number.

“Rory?” she answered in a hushed whisper.

He frowned. “Yeah, it’s me, what’s wrong?”

“One sec.”

He straightened in his chair, biting his lip as he tried to make sense of the soft thumps on the other end of the phone.

“There,” she said, speaking in her normal voice again. “I’m at the cinema,” she explained.

“Oh.” He brushed a hand through his hair. “I’ll go. I didn’t mean to interrupt—”

“Don’t be stupid. I missed you last time. Are you okay?” There was a hint of desperation in her voice. “Please tell me you’re okay.”

“I’m okay,” he promised. “Not long now, only two more months.”

Morris tutted, but Rory ignored her.

“What are you watching?”

“It’s a horror movie about some possessed doll.”

Rory shuddered.

“I know, I know,” Erica said. “You hate them.”

Rory quirked an eyebrow. “I wonder why…”

“Wait a second! You begged me to sneak you in to see Saw . It’s not my fault you freaked the fuck out.”

“I was twelve…”

“Whatever. Danny loves horror movies. He’s not a wuss like you.”

“Harsh.”

“You know I love you.”

“Date night?”

“Date day,” Erica corrected with a laugh. “Oooh, we’ve booked this cabin up in the peak district next month.”

“The peak district? Isn’t that long walks and nature trails?”

Erica hummed. “I doubt we’ll be leaving the cabin much, but we’ll have a pretty view out the window.”

Rory rolled his eyes. “Why not check in to some cheap travel lodge if all you’re planning on doing is—”

“Hey,” Erica snapped. “Because I’m not a cheap girlfriend, thank you very much.”

“Girlfriend?”

“Yeah, we’re official.”

“I’ve not vetted him yet.”

Erica laughed. “You’ll like him. As long as you can keep police officer Rory separate from my brother Rory.”

Rory covered the end of the phone, hoping to muffle his voice from Morris. “What does that mean?”

She sighed. “It means he thinks speed limits on the motorway are optional and weed usage is a human right.”

“Erica…”

“I promise he’s not that bad.” She snorted. “A million times better than Craig.”

“Only a million?”

Erica laughed. “Hurry up and come home so you can meet him.”

“Not long now,” Rory said softly.

Sebastian was waiting at the gate, arms folded, smug smile spreading his lips, and towels thrown over his shoulder.

“We’ve got thirty minutes until we’re banged up until dinner. I thought we could hit the gym.”

“Sounds good.”

“Ollie and Teddy are already there,” Sebastian said, leading the way. “I want to see what Captain taught you.”

Rory frowned but continued to follow him.

The second they stepped into the gym, Sebastian tugged off his tank top and threw it over a bench.

Rory averted his gaze, then peeked a look. Rory’s eyes were dragged down to the firm skin under Sebastian’s belly button, the slant of his hips, and the vein that disappeared under his waist band. He’d seen it all before, but it still made his mouth dry. Sebastian was hot as hell.

His abdominals twitched as he waited for Rory to finish admiring him.

“Show me what you can do,” Sebastian mumbled as he pointed to the mat.

Rory shook his head. “I can’t do anything.”

“Sure you can.”

He stepped closer, grabbed Rory’s hands, then put them to his chest. “Come on, Rory, show me.”

A blush built in his face—even his ears started to feel like they were burning up. He kept his hands where Sebastian had placed them, one on either of his pectorals. They were hard and warm, with fuzzy chest hair caressing his palms. Sebastian’s body did it for Rory, and the twinkle in Sebastian’s eyes said he knew.

“What’s the problem?” Sebastian murmured. “Touch me, grab me, try to throw me down.”

Sebastian grinned, then took Rory’s hands and put them on his waist. “Here, see if you can get me from here, wrap your arms around me, take me to the floor. Or how about you get a hold of my neck?”

Sebastian gripped Rory’s wrists, brushed them up his chest, then encouraged Rory’s arms around his neck. Rory was close enough to smell him. His skin was hot, and their chests pressed together.

“Rory, are you broken?” Ollie muttered from across the room.

He blinked. “No, I’m…”

Trying not to get an erection didn’t seem an appropriate response .

Sebastian grabbed him, tripped him, then pinned him to the mat. The air left Rory’s lungs in a whoosh, and his eyes watered at the breathless feeling in his chest. Then he forgot every mild pain and focused on the one between his legs. He was hard, and his cock was trapped and uncomfortable. Sebastian was on top of him, and their faces were inches apart, their mouths were close to touching. Rory wanted Sebastian to kiss him as much as he wanted to be fucked by him.

Sebastian raised his eyebrow. “Captain didn’t teach you very well if I can pin you that easy.”

Rory didn’t reply. He was too busy trying to breathe, but his body wasn’t cooperating. Sebastian’s eyebrows tugged together at Rory’s shallow panting.

“I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

“No,” Rory mumbled, then licked his lips. “I’m all right.”

Sebastian smiled, then went to get up, but Rory grabbed hold of him. “Wait.”

“Wait?”

“Yeah, just for a second.”

Sebastian raised his eyebrow. “A second?”

“Yeah.”

Sebastian smirked, then sunk back down, tilting his hips forward as he did. Rory bit back a moan, but he couldn’t stop his eyes from rolling up into his head.

“I see,” Sebastian murmured. “You like me on top of you, don’t you?”

Rory didn’t deny it. There was little point.

Sebastian flexed his hips again, then whispered, “That feel good?”

Rory shivered and slid his hands down to Sebastian’s hips.

“You want me to fuck you so badly, don’t you?”

Rory’s breath caught. He swallowed. “You know I do.”

Sebastian smiled. “Why not just ask?”

“W…what?”

“Ask.”

Rory bit his lip and lifted his head from the mat to whisper by Sebastian’s ear. “Will you fuck me?”

Sebastian smirked instead of answering, then tried to lift himself off, but Rory pulled him back down. Their crotches rubbed, and Rory’s cock jolted. They were practically dry-humping on the mat.

“Shit, just give me a damn minute to calm down.”

“And me on top of you is going to calm you down, is it?” Sebastian murmured.

Rory bit his lip and shook his head. His hands were tentatively holding Sebastian’s hips, fingers flexing and relaxing as he tried to get himself under control. He could smell Sebastian’s hair and the soap he used each morning.

“Would you let me?” Sebastian asked.

“Let you what?”

“Fuck you right here and now.” Sebastian grinned down at him. “In the busy gym in front of everyone.”

Yes, yes, yes.

“No.”

“No?” Sebastian raised his eyebrow. “You sure about that?”

“Sebastian!”

Sebastian tutted at the officer, shot Rory a sympathetic smile, then stood up. He put his hands on his hips and stood there with the twitching in his pants clear to see.

Ollie’s eyes bugged from their sockets.

“Get out of here, Sebastian!” the officer demanded. “Go take a cold shower.”

Sebastian raised his hands. “I’m going, I’m going.”

“Did…did you see?” Ollie spluttered, making his way over. He looked close to hyperventilating as he offered his hand out to Rory. Rory allowed Ollie to help him to his feet, then Ollie jumped back in surprise.

“You too?” Ollie squawked. “You didn’t get like that with me or Captain.”

“I stretched funny.”

“Stretched funny?” Ollie rolled his eyes. “Do you think I was born yesterday? I’ve seen you two playing chess.”

“What the hell does that mean?”

Ollie tipped his head back and laughed.

Despite being amused, and not believing Rory’s poor excuse, Ollie grabbed his towel and handed it over to Rory so he could hide his unfortunate reaction.

“Thanks,” he mumbled.

“Has your stretch sorted itself out?” Ollie smirked.

“Yes. Now let’s never mention it again.”

“No, let’s. It’s hilarious. You got a thing for Sebastian, and he’s got a thing for you, a massive thing by the looks of it.”

“Look, I… I stink. I need a shower.”

Ollie wrinkled his nose. “I can’t smell you… Wait, I get it.”

“Get what?”

“Sebastian will still be in there… Go get him, tiger.”

Rory forced a smile and rushed out of the gym. He made sure to pass the showers, making sure Sebastian wasn’t there, then hurried back to their cell where he was waiting.

“Still want me to fuck you?” Sebastian asked.

Rory nodded.

Sebastian stepped forward and yanked Rory’s joggers down, then he manhandled Rory to the cell door and pinned the front of him to the metal. Rory hissed at the cold but didn’t move away.

“Stay there.”

Rory nodded but shuffled his feet back so he could arch his back. Sebastian returned with slick fingers. He slipped them down Rory’s crack and rubbed them against his hole. Rory pushed back against them, trying to get them to breach him, but Sebastian slapped his arse.

“You’ll get them when I say,” Sebastian said, pinching Rory’s stinging cheek. He yelped, his hips thrust forward, and his cock smeared against the cell door.

“Sebastian,” Rory gasped.

His eyes fluttered when a finger slipped inside him. It curled and tugged against Rory’s opening as he pulled it out again.

“You’re so fucking tight,” Sebastian growled, pushing in with two fingers. “You’re going to feel so good around me.”

Rory’s insides felt lighter. It wasn’t a compliment, not really, but whenever Sebastian told him he felt good, or what he was doing was just right , Rory basked in the praise.

“Can you take three?” Sebastian asked.

Rory nodded, expecting a third to be added immediately, but Sebastian teased with the two before torturing Rory by only using one, slipping it in and out with ease.

“Please—”

Sebastian pumped three fingers in and out at a steady pace. Rory pressed his forehead to the door, curling his toes as his orgasm built. A moan tore out of him.

“This is what you wanted, right? Me to fuck you.”

Rory shook his head. “Not like this.”

“But I am fucking you. I’m fucking you with my fingers.”

Rory shivered at Sebastian’s words. Sebastian was definitely using his fingers to fuck Rory, but he wanted more.

“Your cock,” Rory gasped out. “That’s what I want.”

Rory felt the head of Sebastian’s cock at his entrance and held his breath. The angle was tight, and Rory did his best to arch his back and lift his hips. The pressure was pushing inside him, deep and all-consuming, but the burn wasn’t as painful as he’d expected. It made him whimper for movement, for more stimulus, and he found himself rocking back, impaling himself, as much as he could with his limited ability to move.

Sebastian was big, and Rory felt every millimetre of his cock edging inside him. The first brush of Sebastian’s cock on his prostate had him flinging his head back. Rory’s cock slapped on the cell door.

“Shit…”

“Not the best feedback I’ve got.” Sebastian smirked, then bit Rory’s shoulder. Rory whimpered and shivered. Pain and pleasure flared, building on each other.

Sebastian gave Rory’s neck a sloppy kiss. “You’re tight for me.”

Rory arched his back more, and his stomach muscles cramped from overstretch.

“Fuck me, Sebastian.”

The air was bulldozed from his lungs by a forceful thrust, followed by another and another. He scratched his nails on the metal door, trying to anchor himself. Rory heard the more alluring sound—hidden beneath his own cries and gasps, there were grumbles, breathless and deep, a possessive rumble near his face.

“You’re so fucking good for me, Rory. Your hole was made for me.”

Yes , Rory thought, yes, yes, yes.

“I’m yours, I’m all yours,” Rory told him.

Sebastian picked up the pace, and the pleasure in Rory’s body built until he didn’t think he could stand it anymore.

“I’m going to come,” he whimpered over his shoulder.

“Yes,” Sebastian growled. “All over our door.”

Rory bit his lip until he tasted blood.

Sebastian groaned. “Mark it as ours. So it will always be our cell. Are you close?”

“So fucking close.”

“Let’s come together… Let go with me, Rory.”

Sebastian reached a hand around Rory’s side and found his cock. He jerked it hard.

Sparks exploded behind Rory’s eyelids. His prostate and his cock came into sync, and he orgasmed while gasping for air. He rested his forehead against the door and watched his stream of cum rushing down the metal. Sebastian marked his insides, and he marked the cell door.

Sebastian pulled him back by the stomach, then pointed at the cell. “Look at the mess you made.”

Rory panted. “It was a joint effort.”

“It came from your body.”

“Because of you.”

Sebastian laughed and dropped a kiss to Rory’s shoulder. Rory’s gaze snapped to his lips, and he twisted to kiss him.

Sebastian avoided his seeking mouth. His voice took on an angry edge. “What did I tell you before?”

“No kissing—”

“Kissing isn’t needed for sex. It’s too intimate,” Sebastian murmured. “I don’t want to be intimate with you.”

It stung.

“Your cock’s still up my ass, that’s intimate in my eyes.”

Sebastian slid out. “I don’t kiss. If that’s a problem, we can stop.”

“No,” Rory blurted, spinning around. “I need this.”

Sebastian smiled. “Okay.” He cupped Rory’s face and brushed a thumb over Rory’s lips. “It would complicate things. Sex is…”

“Simple,” Rory finished.

“Yeah, intimacy isn’t, so let’s keep it simple. It’s best for both of us.”

Rory already knew it was too late for him to do that. He was falling for Sebastian Claw and there was nothing simple about it.

Sex and chess were the only times Rory didn’t feel the pressure of his emotions crushing him. He didn’t think about Ollie’s imminent heartbreak or Captain’s self-destructive path. He didn’t think about letting Hamish down, or Morris’s judging stare, or being a disappointment to his dad. He didn’t even think about Sebastian the murderer, or his future criminal activities.

He thought about Sebastian’s mouth, his hands, his cock that filled the empty void inside him. Even when they played chess, Rory ended up thinking about sex. Sebastian had started to stroke Rory’s claimed pieces across his lips, the same way he brushed his lips over Rory’s nipples before sucking them inside.

Rory grew hard under the table, and their pupils turned darker, the longer they played the game. Many matches were abandoned because of their mutual need to get back to their cell and settle the game in a different manner. In the game of sex, Sebastian always won, and each time Rory lost to him, a piece of his heart was unwillingly claimed by him too.