And it feelssogood, pounding into his sweet ass as he cries and begs for more. It makes me feel like a god.
Which, to be fair, I can feel from his end too. While I was riding Nate—Nathaniel—I was completely in control. I washisgod, even as he shoved his thick cock into me.
But as I explode inside of Phillip, feeling my release push against the condom inside of his straining hole, the darkness does not recede. It does not momentarily disappear, making me feel light and free again.
Not the way it did while I was coming on Nathaniel’s cock as stars exploded around me and his large, greedy hands pulled at my skin.
Maybe being the bottom is the answer. Maybe topping just doesn’t take away the pain.
I guess I’ll have to find out.
Nathaniel
12
“YOU NEEDWHAT?”CALUMnearly screeches, and I pull the phone from my ear for a moment just to preserve my own eardrums.
“I’m going to need a few more visits to California,” I answer calmly. “I have to stake this guy out, get some more information.”
And fuck him a few times, but Calum doesn’t need to know that.
“Why can’t you just take him out? I really don’t understand.”
I sigh, fiddling with the laptop on my lap as the TV plays on mute before me. “There’s something that’s different about him. He’s horrible, sure, but… I feel like there’s something else I can uncover.”
Calum won’t understand me; I know this. He doesn’t know that Landon is an evil, manipulative little thing that has a core so unreadable it’s driving me nuts.
And yes, he absolutely deserves to have this power repressed. I know this, and I will do it myself. But before I do, before I take a piece of him and he never speaks to me again, I have tounderstandhim. Understand and enjoy those parts of himI’m trying to uncover, even if the rest of the time I think he’s unbearable.
“Well, he does have an uncle,” Calum offers.
“Huh?”
“Yeah. He has an uncle. The system says that two people have inherited his gift since his great-grandfather, whom we failed to repress, by the way. It’s Landon and his Uncle Benji.”
“Okay,” I draw, unsure of why I’m being informed of this. “Have they sent out a repressor to stop his uncle? Is he bad?”
Calum sighs. “We haven’t been able to find him. We got some information—the guy uses his gift to further their family business, so we wanted to stop him—but he then disappeared. Almost as if heknewwe were coming.”
“Alright. I’ll use this time to find the uncle, too. Tell the council I’ll need more time now that I have two targets.”
It’s perfect, really. I know that they would have been at least a little suspicious that I was taking my time, but now, I have a scapegoat. Benji Presley.
“Alright, Nate. I’ll get it all sorted out,” Calum says. “But, uh, just be careful. You know how Joseph can get, and you seem a little… invested.”
“I’m not invested,” I snap. “I’m curious.”
“Sure,” he concedes. “Whatever you say, man. I’ll book your next flight. When do you want to go?”
We get the logistics sorted out, with my leaving at the end of the week, considering Idohave a job on weekdays. Then I hang up the call and stare at my muted TV, my mind reeling.
I’m notinvestedin Landon; I’m interested in what he’s hiding. And if he’s nothidingsomething, there are aspects to him I’mnot fully aware of. Like that secret soft part of him, the one that was so willing to agree to my demands. Well, some of them.
Or his involvement with Julian, and how he seems so angry about the situation but not… sad. Something else is doing that to him, and though he seems to hold it close to his chest most of the time, I was able to sense it. Some part of it, at least.
I want to know what’s devastating him. I want to rip it from his body and feast on it, if only to feel his pain so intimately.
Landon is a fighter; the kind of guy who won’t submit even as he’s under you, taking your cock. And that, I amveryinterested in.
