Page 40 of The Hitman's Prince
Orion fell onto his back, bracing himself against his forearms so he could stare down his chest at me as I licked him from his neck, down and over the starched materialof his shirt. The fabric was still wet where he’d come, and I sucked and licked until my tongue found salt. Both of us groaned, and Orion shoved my head down lower. I rucked his shirt up out of the way, then grabbed his pants and yanked them down enough for me to get his legs wide enough that I could fit between them. Locked together with his legs around me and his pants behind my shoulders, I pressed his thighs down into the bed and shoved my face between his legs like a starving man offered his last meal.
Cum and lube trickled out of Orion’s swollen hole and I sealed my mouth around him with a groan that vibrated down to the marrow of my bones. Orion cursed under his breath, fisting my hair and holding me in place, dragging my cheeks across the mess between his legs, fighting when I wanted to focus on his asshole.
“Does it hurt?” I asked against his swollen and slick skin.
“Yes.”
I bared my teeth and nipped at the places I’d been kissing.
“Yes,” he groaned a second time, and I rubbed my cheek against him, letting his balls rest heavy and hot against my forehead while I caught my breath. I peppered kisses against Orion’s balls and up the delicate crease in his groin that turned into his leg. Making my way back up his front, I used my fingers to undo his buttons, spreading the fabric wide so I could see his skin.
His torso was a landscape of tattoos and scars, and Iknew I’d seen things not meant for me because as soon as my fingers danced across his now exposed stomach, he sat up. The movement jostled me off the bed, and he managed to swing his legs over and around so he didn’t end up on the floor himself. Orion hiked up his pants and tugged on the tails of his shirt, trying to right himself.
I’d gone too far. Seen something I wasn’t supposed to.
“Are you going to tell him?” I asked, not bothering to get up from my spot on the floor.
“Of course I am,” Orion said, shrugging to settle his holster in place. “I tell him everything.”
Chapter 30
Caspian
Aweek had gone by since the first time I scoped out Vince’s townhouse. A week of missed opportunities that were close, but not perfect. The following Sunday, for no reason in particular than I thought getting back into the confessional with the priest would help me get my head straight, I decided to go back to the church. Also, because I’d seen the priest coming and going from Vince’s house on more than one occasion and I thought maybe the church would be the easiest place to find him again after all.
The hunch paid off, and I found Vince kneeling in front of the prayer candles, whispering something no one but the ghosts of the sanctuary were meant to hear. He shoved a twenty in the box, lit a candle, then stood. I stepped closer, deliberately, feigning a lack of balance when he bumped into me. One of his hands came for my bicep to steady me, the other reached toward the small ofhis back, freezing before making it all the way around. Recognition flashed in his eyes, and he was quick to stand me straight again and withdraw his hand.
“Oh,” I muttered, smiling weakly.
The intensity of Vince’s stare turned my bones to fucking Jell-O. The memory of his cock on my tongue had the opposite effect to other, more notable parts of my body.
“Caspian.”
There was the softest lilt up at the end of my name, like it was a question he was ninety-nine percent sure he knew the answer to.
“Vince.”
He worked his tongue across the front of his teeth, sizing me up. “I’m not one to judge, but cruising mass feels a little blasphemous.”
“I’m always interested in fucking,” I said, leaning in and lowering my voice. “But I’m not always looking for it.”
He sank his upper teeth into his lower lip. “Shame.”
My breath hitched and suddenly the massive sanctuary was too small, couldn’t have been larger than a closet. There was no air, no room, no peace to be found here. At least not for men like me, not for silly little men with murder in their back pockets.
“Maybe after confession,” I whispered.
Vince exhaled loudly through his nose, giving me one last look before stepping away. “Maybe.”
Then he turned on his heel and strode down the aisle,taking a seat in the second row of pews. Vince was as Catholic as I was, Catholic as I suspected the priest himself to be, but the origins of our faith were problems for a later day. I took a seat in one of the pews in the back, giving me the perfect view of Vince and the way the priest couldn’t stop looking at him throughout the delivery of mass.
They were definitely fucking, I realized, and a brutal wave of jealousy rolled over me, trying to take me straight to my knees. Who was this man, this pretender, to get to touch and taste a man like Vince Angelini? Who was he when I had to settle for back alley blow jobs that offered no promise of a return or repeat? Who was he to take anything, when I was the one who’d waited so long…
I hated him, I decided, opting to skip the confessional entirely because while I hadn’t shown up with a gun, I did have a knife and I didn’t want to use it on him. Vince seemed fond of the priest and injuring him wouldn’t do me any favors, I knew that for sure. I thought about it, though, and when I went up for communion and he offered me the wine, he recognized me, just the same as Vince had earlier.
I went back to my seat, went through the rest of the motions with frustration pulsing through my veins. When mass was finished, Vince was first up, giving the priest his back, which earned a deep frown. I watched as he strode down the aisle, gasping as he reached out for me. Long fingers wrapped around my bicep and he hauled me up out of the pew and into the aisle. The priest’sfrown turned into a scowl, and the frustration I’d been feeling for the last twenty minutes turned into something much more fun.
Trailing Vince out of the church, I caught sight of the gun holstered at the small of his back, and the reminder of who we both were, of what I was meant to do to him, took me out at the knees. I stumbled, falling into him just as he turned to catch me and hold me steady.