“As far as you think you can go.”
With a grin, he holds the knife up. The edge of the blade is gleaming in the dim light of the dirty alley, and he gives me a simple command.
“Then get on your knees.”
Taking a deep breath, I shake my head, grab him by the collar of his shirt and shove him against the brick wall.
“You first.”
Chapter Nine
Xavier
I blink at him in surprise, looking up into his eyes from my position against the brick wall, where I’m being hemmed in by the man in front of me. Raising my eyebrow, I smirk. “I asked first.”
“I wasn’t asking,” he counters. Touché, but I didn’t either.
Amos’ breath is warm and smoky, his face is half in shadow, and it’s hard to read his expression. I’m not sure who truly has the upper hand here, him or me. The smooth handle of the knife is warm in my palm, but he’s holding onto me far more firmly than I am to the blade.
I tilt my head to one side and glance down at my hand.
“Seems we’re in a bit of a bind,” I observe as I roll the knife between my fingers.
Lifting my hand, I trail the edge of the blade across his cheek and down his neck.
“You know, I think I’m the one who has the edge here. On your knees, Amos.”
He doesn’t move, and I don’t know whether to be impressed or irritated with him. We remain in a state of stalemate for a few more moments before he releases the collar of my shirt and takes a step back. I remain in place, waiting for him to either submit to me, or force me to submit to him. It’s a battle of wills, seeing who will back down and drop to their knees first.
It’s not gonna be me.
“The clock is ticking and they’ll come looking for you soon. Do you really want them to catch you on your knees with my dick in your mouth? Cause if you do, then I’ll wait.”
“Fuck you, Xavier.”
“Maybe later if you’re lucky,” I reply cockily.
My dick is hard, and I’m getting bored of all this standing around. Time to make shit happen. Moving toward him, I grab him around the collar this time, and shove him against the wall. I press the blade against his throat, applying enough pressure to threaten but not harm.
“Knees. Now,” I growl, trailing the knife back up his neck and along his hairline as I place my free hand on his shoulder and push down.
Amos’ eyes seem to darken, and he lets out a hiss as I lightly nick the skin beneath his hairline. After another pause he finally lowers himself down, making sure to rub his body and hands against my front as he does.
“Tease,” I whisper.
“Asshole,” he whispers back, and I chuckle.
“You like it, though.”
He doesn’t respond, either too wrapped up in what’s happening between us or in denial about the fact he truly does seem to like it. All thought escapes me when he cups the front of my pants with his hand, then flicks open the button and tugs them down my hips, exposing me to him.
He pauses. “What the fuck are we doing, Xavier?”
“I know what the fuck you aren’t doing right now,” I snap impatiently, pushing my hips toward his face.
My dick kisses his lips, and he parts them. Finally, is all I can think as he sucks my entire length into his mouth.
“Fuuuuuck,” I groan. Wrapping my free hand in his hair, I pin him more firmly against the wall, trapping him between the bricks and my dick.