4

“Love me, I know.” I pressed my lips against his and without hesitation Senon wrapped his arms around me and lifted me so I could hook my legs behind his back. I was being carried, but to where I didn’t know or care. Senon’s tongue was like silk, caressing my own, making me hunger for so much more.

I was pressed against what I assumed was his mattress and clothes were literally being torn from our bodies in a frenzy. Only when naked flesh touched naked flesh did Senon calm and his kisses soften.

“Oh, Ezra.”

“I’m here, I’m safe, and I want you very much.”

My fists gripped the sheets as Senon’s lips travelled down my neck until he had my nipple in his mouth. The tug shot straight to my dick and I arched my back, moaning like a wanton slut, but I didn’t give a shit. I wanted him to pound me into the bed and stay there forever.

“Senon, fuck!”

He chuckled and released my tender nipple, moving to the other one, and I swore I was going to come before he even made it to my cock.

“I need?—”

“I know what you need, Ezra. I’ve always known.” His eyes locked with mine and I practically came apart when he swallowed me down.

I’d never been worshiped like this. My life was one night stands where it was a race to get off and get out. Two people chasing a climax so we could move on with our lives. Senon treated me as if my orgasm was a gift and as he sucked me like my come was the secret to immortality, I wanted him inside me.

“Senon, please fuck me!” I tugged on his hair and my dick slipped from his mouth.

“I love hearing you beg.” He hovered over me, his gaze never leaving mine as he reached over to the bedside table and pulled something from the drawer. “I want to bury myself inside your tight hole, but I will not hurt you.”

I whimpered; dirty talk was a surprise but I was all for it. Senon squeezed lube on his fingers and I spread my legs wider as he began probing my hole readying me for…yeah, that was a big cock.

He nailed my prostate each time and the tingle at the base of my spine was getting stronger.

“Senon, I can’t…please.”

He chuckled and removed his fingers, leaving me feeling the loss and chasing relief.

“Breathe, my love,” he whispered against my ear, and the press of his cock was like a balm to my desperation.

I was so full, gloriously and perfectly full. I both wanted him to move and needed him to stay. When I couldn’t take the stillness any longer I dug my nails into his back, unable to speak but craving his movement.

The slide out was torturously slow and I tried to clench my hole to keep him in.

“Hold on to me, precious.”

He slammed in, giving me everything I desired as he fucked me into the mattress relentlessly. I was sure I was screaming in pure ecstasy, clutching on to his body, aching and thirsty for every glorious brush of his cock over my prostate.

“I’m coming.” My climax barreled through me and Senon fucked me through it, his own orgasm coating my insides making me come again. I couldn’t stop, and I never wanted to. This was bliss and torture, everything I never had and always hungered for.

When we were both spent, Senon rested atop me, my legs and arms flopping limply, neither of us moving. With a smile on my face I slipped into a blissful sleep only vaguely aware of Senon cleaning me and tucking me in, his arms protectively wrapped around me while we slept.

Buzzing. Over and over again. I blinked, my eyes heavy with exhaustion. Senon woke me several times to ravish my body through the night and there was no way I was fighting him off. I felt cherished, loved, and sore. Wonderfully sore.

The buzzing stopped and I realized it was my phone…that was still in my pants’ pocket. Senon was sleeping so I slid away from him—who knew he was a cuddler—and reached for my pants.

Once I had the phone in hand, I hit the button to listen to the voicemail.

“Mr. Acker, this is Detective Hurst. Last night a patrolman picked up three men harassing a woman in the park and we’d like you to come down to the station to see if these were the same three men you saw the other night. If you could call me back as soon as possible to arrange a line up or even if you could look at their photos, I’d appreciate it. Bye.”

“Uhg.” I plopped down against the comfortable pillow.

“What’s wrong?” Senon turned, his brows furrowed with worry.

“I have to go back to the police station because some cop picked up three men last night and they want me to see if it’s the same people who killed Gia, which we know they won’t be but if I don’t go it’ll become a headache.”

“I told you, Ezra, you never have to go anywhere. We can stay here forever.”

I smiled and pressed a sweet kiss to his soft lips. “I can’t do that, Senon. For a while that’d be nice but there’s a world out there I sometimes like being a part of. Anyway, if these guys were dickbags maybe I say it was them and this ends.”

I slid out of bed and walked to the bathroom to relieve my bladder, shower, and brush my teeth. I called the station while the water warmed and told them I’d be down in about an hour.

Sure enough, forty-five minutes later Senon and I were entering the police station.

“Ezra Acker here to see Detective Hurst.”

The cop at the counter nodded and asked for me to have a seat.

“I’m going in with you this time.” Senon clenched his jaw and damn I wanted to straddle him and have my wicked way with?—

“Mr. Acker?”

I jumped when the detective called my name.

“Yes…sorry, I was daydreaming.”

Senon smirked as if he knew where my thoughts had wandered off to.

“Right this way please.”

I was glad when no one stopped Senon from coming back with me.

“If you could sit right here.” He gestured to a seat across from his desk. Senon leaned against the wall, arms folded. Detective Hurst snorted but said nothing. “I’d like you to look at some pictures first. If we need to do a line up then we can but I’d rather not have to subject you to that.”

“Thanks.”

He placed three mugshots in front of me. I’d never seen any of those men before but I wanted this to end. I apologized to the powers that be for what I was about to do and threw these men under the bus.

“They look very familiar.”

“That man there is Declan Garrity, which fits with you saying they called him D.”

Okay this was almost too perfect. He was bald too.

“Did they kill anyone else?”

Detective Hurst took the photos back. “Not this time but all three have been in and out of prison for the last twenty years. None have an alibi for the night your friend was killed and you taken, so I think this will be pretty cut and dry.”

I slumped in my seat, relieved that maybe now I’d be left alone.

“Is that all, can I go?”

“In a few. I wrote up your accounts of the evening when Ms. Grant was killed and you taken. If you could read it over and sign it for me?” He slid the paperwork over to me and I started reading.

“Detective, you got a sec?” a police officer said when they popped their head in.

“Sure thing. I’ll be right back, Mr. Acker, take your time.”

Once he left, I looked at Senon.

“You lied,” he whispered with a smirk.

“You heard him, they were bad guys.”

Senon chuckled. “They are very bad man. Rape, murder, robbery, assault.”

I jerked back. “How’d you know all that?”

He tapped his head. “I can see the darkness and light in every human. You did the world a favor today, your lie is forgiven.”

I laughed and was about to ask if I’d be punished later when the building shook as if something exploded right outside.

“What the hell!” I jumped up and Senon was beside me in a second.

“We have to go, Abaddon is here.”

“What!” I shrieked but didn’t hesitate to follow Senon as he ran.

Another blast and the ceiling came down over several officers. Dust filled the air making it hard to see or breathe.

“Senon!” I shouted, and in a flash, he was gripping my hand.

“Don’t let go.”

I nodded and kept up with him as best I could.

“Where are we going?”

“We need to get outside to take flight. Fleeing is our best bet.”

I was all for getting the fuck out and if Senon was afraid of his father, I sure as shit was too.

The station was in pure chaos, nobody paid attention to Senon and me as we raced through the building avoiding debris.

Senon’s grip on my hand was unforgiving and I didn’t even care that he was crushing it. We had to get out of here together.

Gun fire began ringing out behind us and I knew something or someone had breached the station and the police were attacking. My heart ached at the thought of the police falling, not realizing the reason this was happening was because of me and Senon. They had families…it was Christmas.

“Senon.” I stopped, his body jerking to a halt.

“Ezra, we can’t slow or stop, we?—”

“We can’t leave them. They’ll all die.”

“And so will you if we stay.”

My vision became watery. “No one life is more important than another.”

Senon’s gaze flicked over my shoulder and then met mine again, I could see the conflict resting there.