Page 34 of Whips and Chains (Saint View Murder Squad #2)

LEVI

I threw my booted foot into the back of X’s bedroom door and let out a scream of pure fucking fury and frustration when the damn thing didn’t budge.

X hadn’t been lying when he’d said it was reinforced.

I stalked to the window and stared down at the street at least ten floors below. This room was too small. Too hot. My skin crawled, and my chest was tight.

There was no air, and it was fucking suffocating.

“Don’t bother,” Whip said, lounging against the headboard.

“Already checked it. Window doesn’t open.

And if he has a reinforced door, I’m willing to bet that window isn’t going to be easily broken either.

You could try it, of course, but even if you get it open, what are you going to do?

You aren’t fucking Spider-Man.” His mouth turned up at the corner.

“I mean, you’d look good in Lycra, but I don’t think you have the athletic ability. ”

I glared at him, fingers clenched. “This isn’t funny!”

His gaze strayed to my fists. “Didn’t say it was. But if you’re gonna lose your shit, maybe don’t aim it at me. Just sit. X will be back at some point.”

God, he was a condescending prick. He had no idea what it felt like to spend six years of your life locked up in a box.

He had no idea what it felt like to be caged in, feeling like the walls were shrinking with every moment, sucking up all the air until you choked.

“Don’t fucking tell me how to handle my shit.

You didn’t spend six years staring at concrete walls with a toilet two feet from your bed. ”

Whip’s jaw clenched. “No. I spent it fucking strangers. We all have our prisons.”

It wasn’t the same thing. “That was a choice. Mine wasn’t.”

The pitying expression on his stupidly attractive face just pissed me off all the more.

“When are you going to take responsibility for your own actions?” he asked.

I stopped pacing. “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

He pointed a finger at me. “It means you like to blame everyone but yourself, don’t you?

The club threw you under the bus, so it’s their fault you did six years in a cell.

But from where I’m standing, Levi, you chose to be in that club.

You chose that life. What did you think was going to happen?

You were hardly an innocent in that situation. ”

I ground my teeth, irritation rippling up my spine because I knew he was right. I’d spent a long time holding a grudge against Army and the club, but I’d known what I was signing up for when I’d put on the jacket.

Whip’s onslaught of honesty didn’t let up. “And now you’re blaming me for what happened at the club the other night, aren’t you?”

I just stared at him.

He stared back, never dropping his gaze from mine. “Admit it, Levi. You’re blaming me instead of just admitting you fucking wanted me as much as I wanted you.”

I scoffed. “You think I want you?”

Whip got off the bed so fast I barely saw him move. And then he was in front of me, the two of us eye to eye, my chest heaving from the panic attack I was verging on.

It had nothing to do with how close he was.

He leaned into my space, his warm breath brushing over my lips. “I know you do. You kissed me. I had my hand on your cock, and you didn’t stop me. You fucking moaned.”

I glared at him. “That was a mistake.”

“Then make another one.”

I blinked. Froze. The electricity between us so freaking sharp I could practically hear it crackling.

I grabbed his face and slammed my mouth onto his.

He kissed me back in a heartbeat, both of us all tongues and lips and teeth. It was the angriest I’d ever been while kissing someone, and we fought for control, both of us battling with the pace and depth of the kiss, our fingers grappling at each other’s clothes, tearing at them.

I just wanted to touch his skin.

Needed something warm and real and alive that reminded me I wasn’t back in that cell, alone.

I couldn’t go back there. I wouldn’t survive it.

My chest tightened, a band of steel wrapping its way around it that I couldn’t shake.

I gasped, but Whip’s lips were there to catch it, kissing me until the sound muffled, his hands dragging up my chest and taking off my shirt, me doing the same to him.

I just needed to feel his skin against mine. Craved the heat of another body on top of me, regulating my breathing, his touch forcing the demons out of my head.

The walls were too tight. There was no fucking air.

I kissed him harder, taking what I needed from him in a demanding press of lips I knew would be bruised tomorrow. But I didn’t care. I couldn’t breathe without it.

His fingers found the button on my pants, and he shoved them down my thighs, taking my underwear with them.

He dropped to his knees in front of me, and I hated it.

For the split second when he wasn’t touching me, I felt like I was going to die.

And then he put his mouth around my cock, and every bad feeling I’d ever had disappeared.

I groaned, thrusting deep into his mouth, not giving a fuck if he was ready for it or not.

He took it, swallowing me down greedily, one hand coming between my legs to grip my balls, the other snaking around to grab a handful of my ass.

He urged me on, pulling me into his mouth, taking every thrust while I lapped up the feel of him. His mouth was hot and wet, and his tongue had me tilting my head back to stare at the ceiling, though my vision was unfocused and hazy so I couldn’t see much.

I pushed my hands into the back of his hair, holding on to his head, needing something to anchor me and loving the feel of him there, while his mouth slid up and down my shaft.

“Fuck,” I moaned, hips jutting forward, giving him every inch, feeling the tip of me hit the back of his throat.

He hummed his approval, the sound vibrating around my cock, and he squeezed my balls at the same time.

I was going to fucking come.

Too damn quick, but I didn’t care.

He felt too good to stop.

The band lifted from around my chest, and I sucked in one deep breath after the other, filling my oxygen-starved lungs again. With every suck of Whip’s mouth, my muscles loosened, an orgasm building low and sending sensation through my entire body.

I should have pulled away.

Should have at least fucking warned him.

But I was asshole enough that I didn’t.

I just loosened my grip on his head so he could move away if he wanted to.

The orgasm gripped me hard, spinning my brain in circles. I shouted, spurting into his mouth, savoring in the feel of his tongue against my tip, licking off every drop.

He swallowed it all, and kept going, tongue fucking me until I was so damn sensitive and my knees buckled.

With a groan because I had no idea if I wanted more or needed him to stop, I pushed him away. My breaths came so hard I was sure I was going to hyperventilate again, but this time for an entirely different reason.

Whip got to his feet and stood in front of me.

I stared back, absolutely no fucking idea what to say to a man after he’d just blown me.

Thank you?

That was nice?

I got down on my knees instead, because it was a whole lot easier than looking into his eyes or seeing the smug expression on his stupid face.

I dragged off his jeans. “This doesn’t fucking mean shit,” I grumbled at him.

“Whatever you say, Levi.”

Oh, fuck him.

But it didn’t stop me from pulling off his underwear and running my hand over his erection. He was glistening, slick with precum, clearly turned on from sucking me off.

“Want some instructions?” There was laughter in his voice.

He could go to hell. I gave him the middle finger.

The one on my hand that wasn’t wrapped around his dick.

I knew what I liked in a blow job. I didn’t need him acting like I was one of his sex students.

I wrapped my lips around the head of him, and that effectively shut him up.

He groaned, but he was clearly less of a prick than I was, because he didn’t grab me the way I’d grabbed him.

Some part of me wanted him to. Wanted him to lose control, because he never fucking did. X was all hyperactivity and no thought before he acted. I was too fucking emotional, too in my head, always losing it because my feelings were too close to the surface.

Whip was a closed book. Always calm.

It was fucking annoying.

The sensation of having a dick in my mouth was new, but as I slid my tongue down his shaft, I found it wasn’t unpleasant. My lips stretched wide around his cock, and I licked the underside of him, pressing him deeper and deeper into my mouth with each round.

Somewhere around the third or fourth plunge of my mouth, or maybe it was when I noticed his abs flexing and breathing change, I realized me sucking him was just as much a turn-on as when he’d done it to me.

My balls were already tingling, and the familiar rush of blood to my cock was quicker than I would have expected, considering I’d just come.

I wasn’t twenty anymore. It took me a few minutes to go twice in a row.

But, apparently, not when I was down on my knees for another man.

Wouldn’t Whip have a field day with that information? Not that I would ever tell him.

I’d actually rather put a bullet in my brain than admit that.

But fuck. He was going to know anyway. Because there was going to be no hiding the boner I was sporting.

Great. Just fucking great.

I doubled down, sucking him hard and fast, both hating and loving I was so hard just from what I was doing. It was the same high I got when I was buried in Violet’s pussy.

I’d had no idea I would feel the same when it was cock.

But, apparently, I did. So I guess we could all learn new things.

Whip pushed my head away, and I found myself staring up at him.

“What?” I narrowed my eyes. “If you tell me I’m doing it wrong, I swear I’m gonna punch you in the junk.”

He rolled his eyes. “You aren’t doing it wrong, dickhead. But you’re hard again.”

Heat rushed up the back of my neck, and I had no real idea why. “So? It’s a biological response.”