Red Hot(Sex & Mayhem #5)(99)

Red Jack couldn’t remember ever feeling so wanted, and he wished he could snort another line right now, to have the pounding of blood in his head intensify. But then again, he was happy to just inhale Loki’s scent along with the faint smell of dust and money.

“Such a needy fucker…” Red Jack pushed his dick in halfway in one go, excited like a stud on steroids.

Loki squeezed his hands tight on Red Jack’s arms, his chest falling and rising at a rapid speed as his eyes rolled back. “Oh, fuck...” he moaned, getting even redder.

“You love it big ‘cause you’re so greedy.” Red Jack groaned and pushed in all the way to the hilt. He had to take a breather not to come on the spot. The pleasure was so intense there were colorful shapes dancing beneath his lashes when he closed his eyes. Loki’s flesh squeezed around him hard, and Red Jack was soon tugged lower to meet the warm, trembling lips of his lover. They drowned in the kiss, and each sensation grew to euphoric proportions, rushing through Jack like rapid waves and carrying him closer and closer to his high.

Red Jack reached for the bag of coke and got some of the white powder on his finger. He looked into Loki’s hazy eyes with a grin and rubbed the coke into his own gums before starting a frantic rhythm of his hips. All Red Jack could think of was coming in Loki’s tight body, leaving him all sweaty and satisfied.

Loki stirred along with him, so tight and pliant. He grabbed his own cock and jerked off in time to Red Jack’s thrusts, uttering high-pitched mewling sounds that made Red Jack go crazy with lust. Loki was like a drug, more addictive than the white dust, and Red Jack just couldn’t get enough of biting into his lips, kissing their tender flesh, and burying his dick deep in that sweet, warm body.

Loki came with a shudder that went all the way to Red Jack’s cock as well, and for once it felt as if Loki’s hole was pulling Red Jack in, sucking on his cock like a superstar.

“This ass was fucking meant for me,” Red Jack mewled and sped up his already rapid moves. He gripped Loki’s thighs hard. The throbbing in Loki’s anus was so intense it made the hairs on Red Jack’s forearms bristle. He was high in every single way. High on coke, high on the scent of Loki’s hair, high on the love that pulled him in like quicksand.

As Red Jack came, he ground his hips against Loki’s ass with a few more punishing thrusts mixed in. Loki pulled him close, and Red Jack could distinctly feel the rapid hammering of that strong heart against his own chest. Loki’s breath danced over Red Jack’s ear, caressing him with its irregular tremble. Loki was rendered speechless, just clinging to Red Jack in silence as their bodies slowly cooled down.

“You wouldn’t believe how much I love you,” Red Jack whispered into Loki’s ear, barely catching his breath.

Loki froze, tightening his arms around Red Jack, and his breath wheezed in Red Jack’s ear. “I do, I believe you,” whispered Loki after several seconds of silence. “How much?”

Red Jack groaned at the stupid question. How was he to ever quantify that? “As much cum as I’ve pumped into you, so I love you more every time we fuck,” he said and licked the newly shaved part of Loki’s head.

Loki burst out laughing and hugged Red Jack tight. “Serves me right. Now look at me, big guy,” he whispered, flexing his warm, delicious flesh.

Red Jack ran his hands up and down Loki’s thighs as he looked into those black eyes, all too aware of how they penetrated his very soul, pitch-black and shiny.

Loki sighed and combed his fingers through Red Jack’s beard. “I love you too, and I wish I had something I could give you in return for all the stuff you’ve done for me.”

“I don’t need anything else than this.” Red Jack gently pulled out of Loki and got some tissues to clean up before lying on his back. Loki had told him about love before, but now it really did feel kind of special, not just something Loki wanted to feel, but something he actually felt. There was this weird connection between them that Red Jack couldn’t quite pinpoint. It happened to them, and that was that.

Loki cleaned himself up too and pushed into Red Jack’s embrace right after, eager for touch. “Yeah, but you organized all that stuff for me today... and now we’re lying on a few thousand dollars, and I just keep thinking: what am I giving back? I shot you, and I stalked you, and I make you Pop-Tarts for breakfast,” he whispered.

Red Jack could swear their heart beat in the same frantic rhythm, but it could have been the drugs. “Guess that means you have to stay until you pay back that debt.”

Loki snorted but didn’t say anything, didn’t talk about his illness, just closed his eyes, snuggling up to Red Jack. It was as if there were no nooses around their necks.