Witches for Hire (Odd Jobs #1)(61)
“Are you hoping I’ll be grateful?” Jeremy rubbed his finger slowly over his lips. “Fall into your arms and beg you to take me forever?” He laughed. “I don’t need your protection. If he comes, he’s mine to kill.”
“You’ve proved that you don’t have it in you. That’s all right. I can do the deed—”
Magic sizzled between them in short little bolts as Jeremy sprang forward and shoved Desmond against the door, pressing his arm into the other man’s throat. “What will you do that won’t put as much blood on my hands as yours?”
“If you can’t be charged for it, then the blame isn’t yours to claim.”
Never listens to me, tosses my opinions to the side as if he’s doing me a favor, and then lies about it. How can he say on one breath we only fuck, and on another he’s willing to kill for me? They had to end. They were going to crash again, and…. Jeremy stared into Desmond’s eyes, and instead of pulling away, he yanked his coat open. As he moved, so did Desmond. “Shut the fuck up, you stalkery arrogant bastard.” He ripped Desmond’s shirt so he could kiss the black hair dotting muscles that were just plain unfair. “Stop playing games. Is that too much to ask? Noooo, you have to check on me like the boyfriend I don’t want.” Jeremy yanked Desmond’s belt away and shoved his hand down Desmond’s pants. He grabbed Desmond’s hardening cock. “Say this is what you’re after. Say you want to fuck me.” Jeremy undid his own pants and ignored Desmond’s raised brow. “Sometimes all it takes is your face to piss me off, but you like that too, huh?”
Still nothing, but Desmond watched Jeremy’s every move.
“You wanted me to see you everywhere, and you got your bloody wish. You’re so famous, and you must laugh because I can’t even get away from your name.” He thrust their hips together, letting their cocks touch. “Tell me, are you happy? Was all of this worth it?”
“That’s yet to be determined,” Desmond said softly.
“What happened to those witty remarks you always have?”
“Oh, you’re finished?” Desmond slammed Jeremy against the brick corner. “That’s not how this works, Angel.” He slid his fingers beneath Jeremy’s pants and sought out the sensitive flesh between his cheeks while squeezing their cocks, his palm layered over Jeremy’s hands, controlling the pressure and pull to his preference. “You’re hard as these fucking bricks while you spout off about what I can’t have?” He punctuated his words by thrusting his fingers inside Jeremy. “You call me and have the nerve to act high-and-mighty?”
Desmond dug his fingers deeper, forcing Jeremy’s breath out hoarsely. Jeremy gritted his teeth to stop from moaning as he was spun to face the wall. “Fuck you,” he got out, his lips nearly scraping on the rough wall.
“I delight in giving you the smallest pleasure, but I assure you it will be small if you don’t say something kind.”
“I’m good,” Jeremy said. A woman walked by them in sharp heels, her eyes not even twitching toward their indecent position. He did put an illusion in place. I don’t care how angry I make him, I’ll murder him if he undoes it.
“You look like you’re someplace else. I don’t like that.” Desmond gripped the edge of Jeremy’s pants and underwear and snatched them out of his way.
Jeremy gulped as Desmond’s cock brushed his bare ass. Is he…? Fingers briefly pried him open for Desmond to sink the tip of his cock in.
“As you wish, Angel, no games.”
Jeremy relaxed the best he could, biting his sleeve to stay quiet as Desmond pushed in inch by inch. When Jeremy’s breath came too rapidly, Desmond paused, waited for his breath to slow, and then pressed on. Desmond reached between them and rolled Jeremy’s balls in his hand. Jeremy sobbed from the overwhelming sensations but didn’t let Desmond retreat a centimeter. He closed his eyes. Instantly, his balls were abandoned, and Desmond clasped his hip to begin pulling out. Jeremy growled at him, “Put it back!”
“Your eyes stay open.”
Jeremy twisted his neck to glare at Desmond but didn’t close his eyes. After waiting for Jeremy to obey for a few seconds, Desmond pushed in, slower than before. Jeremy groaned. He couldn’t take much more of this.
“As it stands, only a very declarative sentence will make me act further.”
“Move, asshole.” An inch of Desmond pulled out, causing Jeremy to clutch on Desmond’s torn shirt. “Fuck me, please,” he said so quietly that Desmond leaned forward to hear. Suddenly, Desmond slammed into him, Jeremy’s knees hitting the wall. Jeremy cried out as Desmond thrust faster without pausing, “Fuck yes! You pull out, I won’t let you fuck me again!”
“Don’t get bossy.” Desmond was so close that Jeremy’s fingers dragged on the sides of his trench coat hanging on the wall. “I wish I had my camera. You look so fucking good like this, Angel.” A man whistling to a song on his iPod sauntered past them. “Remember that time I dropped the illusion, and we gave that copper an eyeful?”
“Don’t you dare!” Desmond’s words didn’t soften his cock any, and truth be told, Jeremy missed the reckless desire of being found with Desmond buried deep in him. “Don’t get me in trouble.”