“Yeah. The Society only gave me a month to recuperate.”
“Fuck them,” he grunted with a glare.
“No, I’d rather fuck you,” I whispered, running my hand over his warm skin.
“One last hurrah before you leave?” He waggled his eyebrows, and I laughed, rolling on top of him. He curled his arms around me, our morning wood nudging each other. A shiver ran down my spine when I buried my face into his neck, inhaling his natural musky scent. He always had my cock hard, something no other guy had done for me.
Luke had my skin buzzing.
I reached beneath my pillow and when my fingers touched the blade I kept under there, I yanked it out and flipped it open, pressing it to Luke’s throat tight enough that if he inhaled, it would nick him.
He gasped, smirked, and took a careful breath. “Is this a threat, killer?”
“No.” I slid my hand down his chest, tugging at his nipple ring. He hissed, and pleasure zipped through me. The sound and went straight to my cock. With only my briefs between us, there was no hiding the way he made me feel, and I didn’t want to, either. Luke was the most frustrating man I’d ever met, but I wanted to fuck him.
“Ride me.” His tongue flicked out and slid over his lips slowly to wet his beautiful mouth—teasing. “Fuck yourself ome while you hold that knife to my neck.”
I smirked, pressing the flat of the blade against the warmth of his throat. He moaned and jerked his hips up, rubbing his hard cock against mine. “Only if I get to fuck you after.”
“Deal,” he said, his words mixed in with a groan. “Fuck, I love that you’re so dangerous.”
“Really?” I bent and licked a stripe up the column of his flesh, right beside the sharp edge of the knife, before I danced my tongue up to his ear and tugged on the lobe. “Because you were happy to fuck an innocent hairstylist, too.”
“I wouldn’t give a shit if you’re an alien at this point.” He grabbed my ass, kneading my cheeks. “I’d fuck you into next week.”
“Even if I had green scales and a tentacle dick?” I teased, gripping his lobe between my teeth and yanking so hard he hissed out in pain and gripped my ass harder. His cock was trapped between us, solid and thick and ready for action, no matter what I did to him. Unlike me, he’d decided to stay naked last night after we fucked. “Even if I could impregnate you?”
“There’s a lot of talk about baby making and not enough of it.” Luke waggled his eyebrows at me. I turned the blade so the sharp edge bit into his skin, and he stilled, eyes widening.
“How about you don’t talk at all until I tell you you’re allowed.” I tapped the tip of the knife against his Adam’s apple, and he inhaled, his cock jerking and slapping on my belly. Grinning, I slid the blade lower, to the base of his neck and between his small, tight pecs. “That’s what I thought.”
His lips twisted, and I shook my head, warning him to keep his trap shut. That was hard for Luke; we both knew it. If he was good at anything, it was shit stirring everyone around him and being quiet wasn’t his strong suit.
“Shh.” I shifted to lay at his side and pressed the tip of the knife into his belly button. “Don’t make me use this on you,Barber. You won’t like what I do with it.”
He flashed me a wicked grin, baring straight white teeth at me in a way that told me he wasn’t going to be as quiet as I wanted. “If I don’t stay quiet, are you going to get all super-sexy assassin on me?”
I raised my brows, patting the flat of the blade on his lower belly, close to the head of his cock. It wasn’t difficult to miss his reaction to something sharp and dangerous being so close. Luke’s dick jumped, the mushroom head dark and ready to explode before it even got anywhere near my hole. “And you call Undertaker the weird one.”
He snorted. “Don’t talk about him in here. I mean, he’s hot, but that guy makes my junk shrivel in fear.”
I laughed and glanced down at him, shaking my head. “Doesn’t look very shriveled to me. Actually….” The blade glinted under a flash of morning sun that managed to peek through small gap in the curtains as I slid it to the base of his cock, dipping the tip into the skin of his groin with just enough pressure that a tiny bead of blood welled.
He gasped and cursed, his arms shaking at his side as he clenched his fists. The sight of his slipping control had lust turning my body into lava, my flesh heating up in a kind of need I didn’t feel unless I was out in the big world killing someone. I’d never felt this rush from sex, but an incarnate pleasure ate at me, creating a hunger for Luke’s cock and ass in ways I hadn’t experienced.
“You like this?” I whispered, leaning down to lick a trail across his left hip bone.
He blinked at me, eyes clouded with a needy desire. His pupils were blown, mouth wet from where he’d licked at it. “Yeah. You gonna fuck yourself on me? Need your hole.”
I switched my gaze from his face to where the blood and blade were, caught between the hunger to play with him a little more—or get him inside me—before I fucked him. I wanted all of it—the fucking, the foreplay, the danger.
I twirled the blade though the trimmed hair around his cock, teasing. “I don’t know. Should I? Maybe I want to have some fun with my knife first.” I touched the blade to his cock, careful to drag the tip over his skin gently, and he moaned. “Make you come undone before I fuck you.”
Luke threw his head back and spread his legs, giving me a nice show of his hole, half hiding between his cheeks. With the hand not holding the knife, I spread him apart, touching the pad of my finger to his entrance. His cock jerked so suddenly I nearly nicked it with the blade, but I managed to move it in time.
“Fuck,” he groaned out, bending his knees to give me better access.
I grinned and shifted to the side of the mattress so I could open the top drawer, pulling out lube. Throwing the bottle onto the bed, I moved beside him again, the knife clutched in my hand. I dropped the blade on top of the blankets and flicked open the lid of the lube, squirting some onto my fingers before I touched his hole. I pushed in as slowly as I could. Luke spoke as though he’d bottomed before, but I didn’t know how long ago.
