Page 99 of Kill Feed

I sit back up, removing the upper layers of wet clothing from my body. There’s still a raging rainstorm outside, the cold spreading goosebumps all over my skin. Adrian’s warm palms rest on my lower abdomen, gliding up as he explores my body. Hands stopping to knead my pecs.

“Like what you see, baby?” I question, running my fingers through his wet hair.

“Yeah, but I think I’ll like this better.” He tugs on my belt, eyes dark and heated. My hand that was in his hair slips down and grips his jaw. Bringing him closer so I can shove my tongue in his mouth without the obstacle of a blade in the way.

Adrian moans into me, leaning in harder and deepening the kiss.

I pull back and immediately unbuckle the belt and open my jeans. He mirrors me but instead works to remove his jacket and shirt. I reach back for my gun, setting it aside but still in full view. Can’t have that falling out while I’m balls deep in him.

“Don’t worry, safety’s on,” I tease when he glances towards the weapon. He only scoffs, pressing his forehead against my stomach, nosing into my skin. Adrian inhales deeply, and my hand snakes down to his nape, firmly holding him against me.

“Just fuck me already,” He whispers against my skin. A chuckle sounds from deep within my chest.

“Desperate little pup, aren’t we?” His only reply is biting my flesh, and I grunt.

Adrian lies back, lifting his hips and sliding down his pants. It doesn’t go too smoothly since he’s soaked through to the bone. It’s clinging desperately to his hips and legs, so I set the knife down momentarily to hook my fingers in his jean loops to speed up the undressing.

His hard cock jumps free, head red and angry.

“Pretty pent up, huh?” I run my fingers along the heated shaft, and he scoffs.

“Just get on with it.” I don’t miss how breathy his voice is.

My hands palm his thighs farther apart, and God damn what a feat this is. Adrian, all hard and spread open in front of me.

I reach for the knife again, this time, turning the blade towards me and lowering it between his legs.

“What are you—”

He’s cut off as the cold metal butt of the knife slides against his rim.

Adrian’s hips jerk and a moan slips from his lips. A deep red creeps over his face and bleeds through to the tips of his ears. He looks so pretty like this. All hot and bothered.

I reach for the duffle bag, retrieving the bottle of lube. I’m packed and prepared for anything when it comes to Adrian, and I’ve been keeping the bottle in my bag ever since that night at the studio.

I pop open the cap, squirting a generous amount onto the handle and letting it drip down to his rim, and his breath hitches.

“It’s fucking cold,” he says all while his legs spread even further.

“Be patient, I gotta prep you before you can take my cock.” I smirk.

He’s just about to retort something, but then the blunt handle slips past that tight ring of muscles, and he moans. So sweet and needy, and the sight of the metal disappearing into his body has my brain scrambling.

God damn, he’s so fucking hot.

I circle his rim, stretching him further and further, then pressing in deeper. Biting my lip when he clenches around the knife.

“Dante,” he warns, and honestly, he should be grateful I’m too fucking horny and can barely hold myself together. Otherwise, I would have tied him up and played with him all night.

But I need to shove my dick in him. Need to feel his ass tighten around me. Need to cum deep inside him. So I pull the knife’s handle out, throwing it to the side.

I make quick work of my belt and jeans, pulling them down just enough to free my cock and provide me enough hip mobility. Adrian props himself up on his elbows. Hand reaching to stroke my dick.

I sigh at the contact. His warm, soft fingers barely encasing my length and his thumb rubbing at the slit.

My hands find purchase on his thighs, sliding up to the backs of his knees to spread his legs further and exposing his needy hole, slick and stretched and ready to be fucked.

I need to shake the thoughts from my head as blood gushes down to my cock.