Chapter 28

28

Eli

I don't want to get my hopes up, to believe Jordan wanted to see me again.

But the proof in his pants, and his soft kiss is hard to ignore.

"Thank you for my present," Jordan says softly.

I run my fingers through his hair, keeping his mouth on mine, even though I have to stand on my tip toes to do it. "You're welcome." I'm glad the fucker who hurt him was so easy to find on short notice.

"Could I ask for another one?"

"Another present from me?"

"Yep."

"What's that?" I ask curiously while swiping my tongue over his lips, teasing inside his mouth. When I stroke Jordan's tongue, he shudders. "Well?"

"I want to fuck you," he says quietly. With a groan, I slip a hand down his backside, grabbing his ass to press his swollen shaft to my stomach. "And…I want you to fuck me," he adds.

If I get any harder, I may pass out from blood loss to the rest of my body.

"That's two presents, baby boy," I point out because I'm too damn nervous and excited but trying not to show it.

"You want to fuck me, right?" Jordan asks against my lips, his eyes holding mine hostage.

"Hell, yes," I answer honestly.

"And I want to fuck you."

"Oh, yeah?"

"I've always wondered if I would be a top or bottom or both if I were with a man, but I was always too scared or ashamed before."

"And now you're not because you're my captive and you can claim you couldn't stop me?"

"No. I'm ready to admit what I want. I want to try both. I don't know if I'll like being a bottom, but I want to try. I want to try everything with you."

"You might admit this shit to me and in front of a soon to be dead man," I point out. "But what about everyone else in your life?"

Smiling, Jordan says, "I told my mom about you."

"Told her what about me?" I ask curiously. "That I'm a killer who cuts out eyeballs?"

"No, I told her that I was attracted to you. That I fooled around with you."

"Really?" I say in shock. "You told your mother we…"

Chuckling, he says, "I didn't give her any details or anything, but I'm sure she got the gist."

"You told her about me? About us?"

"She wanted me to give you a chance and forget about Maddie."

"Hmm." Slipping my hand between our bodies, I fist Jordan's long shaft and give it a stroke that makes his eyes slam closed and his lips to part on a gasp. "I think I like your mother," I tell him before I shove my tongue into his mouth. He kisses me back just as hard, as much as he can. If his pants weren't still around his ankles, I think he would wrap his long legs around my waist to pull me closer.

"You're going to love my dick even more than you love my finger," I promise him, reaching around to press a fingertip to his hole. It'll definitely take some prep because I don't want to hurt him. I want Jordan to love having me inside of him so much he wants to do it again.

But first, there's something I need to do. Something that might make Jordan change his mind about letting me touch him.

Ingram was a stranger when I tortured and killed him. He was an asshole who put Maddie in danger.

Darren on the other hand is someone Jordan knew, someone he let play with his body, enjoyed it even if he didn't want to. Even though he claims to hate the man, I need to know that killing him won't change Jordan's mind about letting me be his first.

When I pull my mouth and hands from him, Jordan grumbles, "No! I don't want to play the withholding orgasms game anymore."

Chuckling, I tell him, "Just for a little longer."

Before I walk away from him, though, I pull his underwear up, then his jeans. I'm fastening the front of them when Jordan says, "What are you doing?"

"You're mine now," I tell him, pressing a kiss to his throat that's easier to reach than his mouth while he's hanging. "That bastard doesn't get to look at you anymore. And I don't even want him to see or even hear us when I claim your ass for the first time."

"Oh," Jordan mutters. "I don't want him to see or hear us either."

"Good."

I leave his belt undone since every part of his body is covered up again, then I go to the workbench to choose a knife. A sharp knife because I'm not in the mood to draw this out. I want Jordan more than I want to slowly kill the bastard who screwed with his head. I'm the only one who gets to screw with his head.

Strolling up to Darren, I rip the duct tape from his mouth, which has him rousing again after the concussion I gave him. "Welcome back, you piece of shit. Can't wait to hear every single one of your screams."

And scream he does when I press the blade to the center of his chest, slicing through his shirt and then swiping all the way down to his pants. Then, through his ripped open shirt, I slice him from left to right from one side to the other, across his belly button. This cut is deeper, so deep, his guts spill out.

When his screams become gargled, I finally slash the knife across his throat, going for the quick kill. He deserved a slower death, but the bastard doesn't get to steal even another second from me when I could be worshiping Jordan.

I watch the light fade from his bulging eyes until his body goes limp in the cuffs.

Now, the moment of truth.

I'm almost too scared to even look at Jordan, afraid that everything has changed, that it was all a lie. That Jordan can't actually handle seeing me take a life of someone he knew.

"You should wash up," my biker boy calls out. "His blood is too vile to let it soak into your skin."

Okay, so his voice sounds calm enough.

Turning toward him, I find Jordan watching me like a hawk, not looking away in disgust from the blood dripping down my hand, staining my suit's sleeve.

"Seriously, clean up and get naked, Eli." I laugh and he adds, "Could you lower me down too? I want to get your dick nice and wet with my mouth before you put it inside me."

"You're the bossiest bottom I've ever met," I tell him on the way to the work bench to grab a towel to wipe up.

"I only give you orders for things I know you want too," Jordan replies.

"True enough," I agree. "I'll go up and take a quick shower. When I get back…"

"You're taking me to pound town?"

Shaking my head with a grin, I tell him, "Yeah, something like that."

Jordan

I'm so nervous. And excited waiting for Eli to come back.

While I wish I could go up and see Maddie, this is something I need to do first, for myself.

Until my captor decides to return, all I can do is try to stay calm while I wait.

How do I do that? By talking to the corpse still strung up ten feet away from me.

"You deserved it, you know," I tell him. "And I don't feel guilty. Never will either. It wasn't like it was me who gutted you and left you to bleed out. I couldn't have stopped Eli even if I had wanted to, which I didn't."

Eli wanted to try and scare me off by killing Darren. I think he wanted to make me think he would kill me too eventually once he gets tired of me.

But I don't think he will do it.

And if I'm wrong and he does kill me, well, I'll be too surprised to even have time to be terrified.

Thankfully, Eli showers and returns quickly. Now he's wearing a clean white button down with the sleeves rolled up his forearms and a pair of suit pants without the jacket. His damp blond hair brushing his wide shoulders looks brown down here. And hot damn, he's carrying a bag of what I can already smell has food in it, along with a tub of something.

Soapy water I realize when he sits it down next to me on the floor.

"Hungry?" he asks.

"God yes."

"Even with him?" He nods his head to dead Darren, as if I had somehow forgotten he was still here when it's impossible not to smell the death and blood even if I couldn't see him from the corner of my eyes.

"Since I haven't had anything since breakfast in East Coast time, yes, I'm starving." I push away all thoughts of alive or dead Darren since my stomach is growling. Screw that guy. He's not taking anything else from me, especially a hot meal.

Eli puts the bag down on the workbench, then goes over to work the controls for the hook. He lowers me down until my knees meet the concrete so cool I feel it through my denim.

Then, he brings over the biggest slice of pepperoni pizza I've ever seen along with a napkin.

Kneeling on the floor in front of me in his clothes that look too clean for this basement, he holds the pointed end of the slice to my mouth.

"Smells delicious."

"Best in Vegas," he tells me as I take a bite.

"Mmm. Fuck yes," I agree as I chew it up and take another bite.

"You know, you're the only prisoner that I've ever fed."

"Really?" I ask between mouthfuls.

"Well, yeah. What was the point of wasting food when the others were going to die?"

"Right," I agree. I eat about half of the giant slice before telling Eli, "I'm ready for dessert now."

"Fuck, yes," he agrees, knowing exactly what I'm referring to. Getting to his feet, he undoes his pants with one hand, drops them, and then steps close enough for me to reach his dick with my mouth…while he finishes eating the pizza, moaning around each bite as I devour him. When he shoves deep to the back of my throat, I hum my approval around his length since I've already got a grip on my gag reflex, and know he probably misses it.

"God, you're so damn good at that," Eli says in approval as he cups the back of my head to test me, giving me every long inch. I'm damn proud of myself too when my nose touches his pelvis and I taste how close he is to finishing. "That…that's enough," he declares when he pulls out of my mouth.

He quickly washes up his hands in the soapy water, dries them on his pants before pulling out a tube of what I assume is lube from his pocket.

"I promise this will only feel good," he tells me as he undoes my pants, tugging them down to my knees. "And I'm not giving you a chance to change your mind."

"I won't," I assure him as he goes around behind me. I glance over my shoulder to watch him undress while staring at my ass. I wish I was naked too, but there's no way I'm letting him cut the leather Savage Kings cut from my body. And I don't want him to undo my hands either. Like I've told Eli before, I like being at his mercy.

Once he's naked, he kneels behind me and pushes on my back to lean me forward. The swipe of his wet tongue in that spot is so unexpected I shout my surprise, making him chuckle. A second later the only sounds I can make are gasps and moans of pleasure because…goddamn. His probing tongue is a hell of a thing, making my eyes roll back in my head. I'm so blissed out, my dick leaking, that when his fingers begin to stretch me, I barely feel the sting.

Eli's palm slaps my ass and then laughs when I arch my back wanting more. I want all of him.

"Please, Eli," I beg. His thrusting fingers tease me, only hitting my prostate occasionally to make me cry out. I know he's taking his time, wanting to make sure he doesn't hurt me, but I'm not sure how much more I can take.

Just when I'm starting to wonder if he's ever going to give me what I want, he lines himself up. Both of his palms slip underneath my shirt, stroking up and down my stomach before he hugs me to him tightly, and thrusts inside me.

"Oh, fuck!" I exclaim at the invasion, pain and pleasure all blurring together.

"You feel so damn good," Eli says. His lips and tongue latch onto my neck while one of his palms slides down my stomach to fist me. Somehow, I lost my full erection, but am still right on the edge. "So hot and tight," he adds as he slowly withdraws before slamming deep again and again, making me cry out with each rough pump of his hips. "And you're mine ."

I'm so overwhelmed by having him hit that magical spot inside me while jerking me off that I can't think. He squeezes me to the front of his body so hard, I can't take a deep breath either.

Eli doesn't fuck me, he claims me, owns me with each and every thrust. There's no other way to describe it.

I'm his.

And it feels so good when I finally surrender to him. To myself.

"Oh! Oh, god!" I shout through the pleasure as Eli squeezes me just right.

"Scream my name, not god's," Eli whispers in my ear as he milks me dry.

"You are a fucking god," I tell him honestly. "A vengeful god, not a monster."

"Fuck, you do love to open wide and worship me," he laughs a second before his teeth pierce my skin where my shoulder and throat meet. Behind me he goes still and growls, shuddering through his own release, filling me up with the hot seed as if he's been saving it up just to watch as much as possible drip out of me.

His hips buck a few times before he slumps against my back. Then, removing his palm from my dick, he holds it up and licks it clean over my shoulder.

"Can't let a drop go to waste," he says. Once he's done, he hugs me to his chest and asks, "Well?"

"Well, what? Are you asking me if I want to bottom for you again? If so, the answer is hell yes."

"Would you let me fuck you in front of Maddie?"

"Yes."

"Liar," Eli says, giving my dick a slap.

"Fine. I guess it depends."

"On what?"

"On how she feels about it."

"Whatever," he huffs, as if that wasn't the answer he wanted. "Can you stretch your legs out in front of you?"

"I don't know if I still have legs," I reply. "Why?"

His palm strokes up my stomach to my chest, then back down to cup my balls. "Because after I clean you up, I want to ride your dick."

Chuckling, I tell him, "You know you can do whatever you want with me, and I can't stop you, but that sounds fucking amazing."

Eli does as promised. He completely undresses me from the waist down, slices through my tee, and gives me a sponge bath all over, put a little deodorant on me, which I try not to take offense to, and then sits on my lap after barely lubing up my cock. He enjoys the pain, and I enjoyed how damn tight his ass was.

Just as much though, I liked how he clutched my face between his hands and kissed me the whole time he moved on me, slow and deliciously rather than racing to the finish line.

If the first time was him owning me, the second time was him cherishing me.

But as soon as we both finished, he cleaned us up with the sponge bath water without a word, got dressed, and left me sitting half-naked on the floor.