Violent Angel (Pretty Broken Things #1)

11. Chapter Eleven

Chapter Eleven

F rom his debut mission, until his latest one, Elliot considered one dick the same as any other. Sure, the thicker and longer they were, the more potential for discomfort, but he could handle a lot without damage because of his training.

Much of which had taken place alone in his room after straightforward directions from trainers. Lube and progressively bigger dildos. The process wasn’t complicated.

But not once had he actually had a dick in front of him that he wanted to touch and taste and explore with every single one of his senses. With Damon’s grip on his hair, the obvious thing to do would be to start sucking, except…Damon wasn’t guiding him any closer. His heavy lidded gaze was on Elliot’s face, hot enough to scorch his skin, keeping him exactly where he was.

Damon’s dick had a nice length to it, a bit more than Elliot could take down his throat without some effort, and enough girth to stretch his lips and…elsewhere. The swollen head, smooth and dark red, with a bead of precum on the slit, had clear definition between the glands and the shaft, and Elliot couldn’t resist tracing it with the tip of his tongue.

Groaning, Damon brought his free hand to the base of his cock, gripping it tight. “Fuck, I must be a masochist. This is pure torture, but I’m loving just watching you down there. From your expression, mine is the first dick you’ve ever seen, but I know that’s not true.”

“No, but it’s the first I’ve wanted to see.” Elliot flicked his tongue out again. “Or feel in my mouth.”

“Mmm, I love hearing that.” Damon curved his hand under Elliot’s jaw. “Open for me. We’re going to take it nice and slow for now. I won’t fuck your mouth until you get to know every inch of me, very fucking personally.” He tapped Elliot’s cheek with his thumb. “Look at me while you’re doing it. Yes, just like that.”

Eyes locked with Damon’s, Elliot relaxed his jaw, keeping his lips parted as the hot length pressed in. Smooth skin against his tongue, spreading a slick saltiness, then dragging back. A little more, Damon making an encouraging sound when Elliot circled his tongue around him, licking him like one of the lollipops he’d practiced on when he’d been too young to start training for Eros’ Eight.

He didn’t particularly like candy, but he might develop a taste for it if the sweetness was on Damon’s dick. Actually, he’d probably enjoy a lot of things if this dick was involved. Moaning, he leaned forward, trying to take in more. The grip on his hair stopped him.

“You get what I give you, my little python.” Damon pulled him off his dick completely, rubbing the head against his lips. He chuckled when Elliot made another attempt to suck him into his mouth. “Lick me just like you were. Like I’m your very favorite treat.”

No such thing existed until right that moment, but Elliot had no trouble following Damon’s instructions. He closed his eyes, gliding his tongue along the length Damon fed him, gasping in protest when his mouth was empty again until he remembered to keep his eyes open.

He was rewarded by a longer, deeper thrust.

“Good…very fucking good.” Damon began rocking his hips, his gaze never leaving Elliot’s face as he softly praised him. True to his word, once Elliot’s tongue had explored every inch, he began giving him more and more. “Grip my thighs. If it’s too much, let me know by slapping one.”

Elliot shook his head, pulling back on his own, his voice rough. “It won’t be.”

“Indulge me, baby. I’ll fuck this hot mouth hard if I know you’ve got an out if you need it.” Stroking Elliot’s jaw, Damon smiled with approval when he nodded and parted his lips again. “You’ve ruined me for anyone else, you know that? And we’re just getting started.”

This time, when Damon filled his mouth, he didn’t stop. He hit the back of Elliot’s throat, pressed in, and moaned as Elliot swallowed around him. Yes, Elliot was showing off a little, but it had the desired results.

Both hands in Elliot’s hair, Damon picked up the pace, more precum spreading over Elliot’s tongue. The rough motions as he drove in harder, his dick pulsing as he got closer to release, had Elliot clenching his thighs against his own. He sucked and bobbed his head as Damon’s pace faltered.

Damon slammed in one last time, his cum spurting down Elliot’s throat as he swallowed, his grip on Elliot’s hair painful, but he didn’t care. He kept licking and sucking until he’d drained his man of every last drop.

“Holy fuck… Fuck, Elliot. God, you’re fucking incredible.” Damon loosened his grip, finally letting go and bracing one hand against the wall. With the other, he petted Elliot’s wet hair, his tone strained. “That’s it…take it all. It’s yours, baby. All yours.”

Easing back, Elliot flicked his tongue over the head of Damon’s dick, grinning at his man’s shudder. “Sensitive?”

“Just a bit.” Damon chuckled, inhaling roughly. “It’s been a while.”

Twisting his lips, Elliot stood, an insane surge of jealousy chasing away the fog of pleasure. “I’ll need a list of names of any of the guys you fucked in prison. For…research purposes.”

“Uh huh.” Damon looped an arm around Elliot’s waist, lifting him over his shoulder and stepping out of the bath. “You can’t kill all my ex-hookups.”

“Why not?” Elliot let himself be carried to the bedroom and tossed on the bed, gazing up at Damon as his man climbed over him. “Most of mine are dead.”

“One, because mine weren’t evil, they were just other guys who’d made some bad choices like me.” Damon kissed away the scowl Elliot couldn’t keep off his lips until the tenderness broke through the crazy possessiveness gripping him—something he hadn’t been fully aware of until right then. “Two, we’re not letting the past fuck with what we have. When I say I’m yours, Elliot? I mean it.”

Elliot sighed, trailing his fingers through Damon’s hair as he gazed up at him. “I don’t doubt it, I just…I don’t know what to do with how I feel. I don’t want anyone to ever have touched you before. And it’s not fair.”

“Feelings aren’t always fair. You’re allowed to have them, whatever they are.” Damon kissed Elliot’s lips, then his jaw, moving down to graze the length of his neck with his teeth. “It’s what you do with them after that counts. You know they’re there, but you’ll have to trust me. We both understand what’s acceptable in our relationship, and what’s not.” He continued down to Elliot’s chest. “When it’s just you and me, I don’t want anyone else in our bed. No one from my past or yours.”

Brow furrowed, Elliot cupped Damon’s cheek to get him to look up. “I’d never bring anyone else to our bed.”

“If you’re talking about them, or thinking about them, it’s pretty much the same in my books.” Damon held his gaze. “You need a space where you can get away from your job. Let it be with me.”

Settling down onto the pillows, Elliot nodded, his lips curving. “I’d really like that. I agree.”

“Good, because I’m not giving you a choice.” Damon bent down to flick one of Elliot’s nipples with his tongue. “If you slip up, I’ll just have to drive them out of your mind by any means necessary.” He lightly pinched the other nipple, alternating between both with his mouth and fingers until Elliot couldn’t stop squirming. “Or drive you out of your mind. Whichever comes first.”

This was another first. Some targets liked looking at him, and ran their hands all over him, but he’d always redirect them as quickly as possible, because this position left him much too open. And wouldn’t end the encounter fast enough. The goal—other than adding to his kill count, or getting the target unconscious so files could be copied—was to make the man come. After a man came, he wasn’t interested in doing much aside from sleeping or grabbing a smoke.

Damon was different from all of them, but Elliot couldn’t guess how much until his man’s hand took his dick in a loose grip. And his lips slid down Elliot’s length.

“You don’t have to…” Elliot grabbed the sheets by his hips, torn between thrusting up and pulling away. “I didn’t expect you to return the favor. I wanted you to be in control.”

One brow arched, Damon rose up, lazily stroking him, while pinning him in place with a look. “I’m still in control, little python. You don’t honestly believe only the submissive partner gives his man blowjobs?”

Clamping his lips shut, Elliot refused to answer. He hated the idea that he might be clueless about something, after all his training, but from the sounds of it, he absolutely was.

“Hey, don’t be ashamed of not knowing everything. In a good relationship, we both get to teach each other something now and then.” Damon kissed the head of his dick, such a brief pressure, but it lit Elliot’s nerves on fire. “And right now, I’m going to teach you to accept the pleasure I give you.” Another kiss, followed by a slow circle with his hot tongue. “Because there’s going to be as much as you can take. And then…more.”

Hands gripping Elliot’s hips, Damon dipped down until he swallowed Elliot’s length whole, rising up to do it all over again and again. His technique wasn’t practiced and manipulative, using arousal to achieve a specific goal, but he noticed every sound Elliot made, every twitch of muscle, every restless slide of his feet. And he adjusted until all Elliot could do was moan and writhe under him, lost in complete fucking bliss.

He came without warning, gasping as a hot wave of ecstasy dragged him under, holding him in an undercurrent so strong, surfacing wasn’t an option. Drowning in pleasure, Elliot let it drag him away, his bones and muscles evaporating until he became pure liquid.

The damp sheets under him got his sex muddled brain believing he really wasn’t solid for several minutes, but he could feel Damon pulling him into his arms.

Elliot barely managed to lift his head. “Eww.”

“Not the reaction I was going for.” Damon chuckled, but didn’t sound insulted. He kissed Elliot’s temple. “What’s ‘eww’?”

“The bed is soaked with dead skin soup water.” Elliot started to rise, then his whole body came off the bed, lifted into Damon’s strong arms. He blinked fast to clear his vision and gave his head a little shake. “What are you doing?”

Carrying him to the plush blue armchair by the window, Damon sat him down and wrapped him in the blanket laid over the back. “Changing the sheets so I can hold you, under a nice, fresh comforter, without you thinking about dead skin soup.”

“I can do it.” Elliot didn’t move a muscle, but he would, as soon as his body remembered how to function. “Just give me a minute.”

“Nope. I’m still in charge.” Damon crossed the room, disappearing into the closet, then coming back out with an armful of bed linen. “You stay put.”

Head rested on the arm of the chair, Elliot had to bite his tongue a few times after Damon stripped the bed. His man didn't bother smoothing out all the wrinkles in the fitted sheet before putting on the flat one. And he didn’t tuck anything in before spreading out the comforter and tossing the pillows on top. The bed was a little rumpled and neither of them were even in it yet.

Clean…you have to make things clean…

Scrubbing the heel of his palm roughly against the side of his arm, Elliot eyed the bathroom door, his heart pounding hard enough for the echo to slam against the inside of his skull. Maybe he should take a shower. Scrub every inch until he was spotless. Until all the feelings went away.

I don’t want to lose them all.

When Damon picked him back up, bringing him to lay in the bed they shared, to curl up in his arms, the panicked voice receded. And there was only one thing on Elliot’s mind.

This…this is absolutely perfect.