by L Loryn
“I want to feel you.” Ajax bit his lip, cheeks coloring as he spoke. He stared at the condom before dragging his eyes up to Chris’ features, searching them with flaming cheeks. “S-so, no condom.”
“Ohhhh. L-lube?” Chris’ voice broke, and he splayed his palm against Ajax’s belly. His cock stiffened against the back of Ajax’s thigh, brushing along silken skin.
“Y-yeah. In the drawers. I-I checked earlier.” Ajax arched.
Chris stretched across Ajax, reaching into the drawer for an individual packet of lubricant. He tore it open with his teeth, too, and spread it over his cock and Ajax’s entrance. He stroked himself and massaged Ajax at the same time. “You sure you want me to?”
Ajax nodded, spreading his legs apart and guiding Chris over him. He kissed him, lips brushing against his. He wrapped his arms around Chris’ shoulders, burrowing his fingers in the other man’s hair. “I like how you feel on top of me,” Ajax confessed, accenting his words with another kiss.
Chris lined their bodies up and reached between them, routing himself to Ajax’s entrance. He inched inside of him, bracing his hands on either side of the other man’s broad body and trapping him in place. His back bent, and he rolled his body under Chris.
He sucked in a deep breath and sighed over a shaky exhale. The back of his neck tingled, and his eyebrows knit together. He tensed and then relaxed around him as he worked all the way in. “Fuck,” Ajax groaned, arms tightening around Chris’ shoulders, nails denting his skin. He rested his forehead against him, drawing in a deep breath of his scent.
“Yeah, you like it?” Chris growled into Ajax’s neck, imprinting his skin with a soft kiss. He rolled his hips in a circle and bridged in and out of him.
“Mmhm.” Ajax moaned, sinking back into the bed. Their bodies moved together in raw synchrony, and each smooth step brought Ajax closer to the edge. His hips met Chris’ at every thrust. He curled his ass off the bed, meeting Chris in the air. Chris forced his back down. Sharp hips marred him. Precum pooled on his firm belly, mixing with a sparkling sheen of sweat.
Chris’ brown skin gleamed in the dim light of the room, and his natural spice replaced the smell of alcohol. Chris trailed his pillowy lips along Ajax’s stubbled jawline.
Ajax’s heart pounded in his chest, drumming against his ribcage at the dichotomy of Chris’ sweet touches and his rough thrusts. “C-close,” Ajax breathed into Chris’ shoulder. “I’m so close. Please.”
“Please what?” The corners of Chris’ lips quirked up. His hips stuttered. His muscles jumped.
“Mmmm.” Ajax licked his lips, pleasure pirouetted down his spine. His lips trembled, and he groaned again. “Cum with me.”
“Always, love.”
Ajax nodded, petting down Chris’ sweaty back, nails painting stripes over his skin as his whole body seized. His muscles knotted, his breath hitched, and his eyes fluttered closed. All his bundled excitement raced through him, and he froze at every pulse of his orgasm. He lifted his hips from the bed in increments until he was flat against Chris, humping into his lean stomach. Their curly pubic hairs knotted, and he rubbed himself over Chris’ tight belly.
“Ahfuck.” Chris groaned. His hands curled in the sheets, and he responded to Ajax with jerking movements, moaning into his neck. Chris went rigid over him, stuttering hot puffs of breath on his skin, moans filtering through breathy sighs.
“Hnnnn.” Ajax’s pulse raced. His cheeks burned as he collapsed into the bed, weak muscles melting into the firm mattress.
Chris rocked his hips, eyebrows furrowing. He softened inside Ajax and slipped out. “Can I interest you in another round?”
Ajax chuckled. “In a bit.” He bit his bottom lip. “Hey. I love you, you know.”
Chris flopped into the bed beside him, one arm draped over his chest. “Yeah, I know.”
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Star-Crossed
(Ajax & Orion Book 2)
By L. Loryn
Copyright 2018 L. Loryn
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
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Part 1. Prepare
“Please don’t kill me.” The boy clasped his hands together and gazed into Ajax’s face. His eyes were dewy sprigs of fresh grass glittering in the sunrise.
Ajax unlatched the safety on his pistol, pointing it between the boy’s tailored eyebrows before the bridge of his nose.
The boy sank to his knees on the blood-soaked Persian rug covering the living room floor. Tears welled in his eyes and slid down his tanned cheeks, and salty water droplets fell from his sharp chin. They disappeared in the mottled wool foundation and the shining silk pile weave.
Ajax had wasted two bullets on a man he’d never met before. The third hit his target in the side of the head. It created a spidering hole in the living room window to the left of the wall-mounted flat screen television. The television was bigger than any television Ajax had seen. A squat man in his late fifties with sparse blonde hair plastered over a shining bald head had fallen face forward. He had knocked the coffee table on his trip to the floor. His evening whisky spilled from limp fingers.
His instructions required the boy’s disposal, too, but Ajax hesitated. His hand clenched at his side as the boy shivered and locks of rich auburn hair swept over his eyes, shielding distraught features. His defeated shoulders sagged, and he studied the ground. Ajax latched the safety with a soft click.
The boy shuddered.
“What’s your name?” Ajax rasped. His vocal cords were raw, and his voice was coarse.
“Lawrence,” he squeaked.
“What’s your middle name?”
“Orion. You c-can have anything you want.”
“Obviously.” Ajax tucked his gun away and stepped back, steel-toed boots hitting the hardwood floor with a heavy thunk. He moved around the couch, glass crunching under his feet, and approached a half-eaten tray of food resting on the side table. He pressed the backs of his fingers into the round dinner roll and tasted a chunk of coagulated casserole. It was chicken, rice, and melted cheddar cheese.
“W-what are you doing?” Orion sat back on his ass, rubbing the length of his bare and blood-soaked legs.
“You made this?”
“Y-yes. Hours ago.”
“Someone wants you dead. And they’re willing to pay two hundred grand for it. Tell me what makes you worth more than two hundred grand.”
“I-I can give you fifty-thousand dollars, a-and I can help you. W-with things.”
“You can help me? You ever shot a gun before?”
“Yes!” His features brightened and then dimmed. “No.”
Ajax sucked the inside of his cheek, prowling back around the couch. Welts painted the boy’s creamy thighs, and yellow bruises blotted his legs and arms. Hunger consumed his eyes. “If you want to come with me, we leave in five minutes. You ransack the house, take any money lying around. Leave your clothes and anything traceable.”
“I-I don’t have fifty-thousand dollars here.”
“Well, intelligent criminals don’t steal credit cards. Four minutes. Get me a plate of casserole and an extra biscuit.” Ajax squinted again, tugging his skull cap over his ears and pulling gloves from his pocket. He slipped his fingers in them as he crossed the room and exited the front door.
Mister Nikolai Ivanov Rostislav owned three houses: One in the city, one back in Russia, and one in the secluded countryside where his body lay decomposing. The countryside home faced a translucent lake and a mountainous backdrop. It towered over a smaller guest house. The two-floor guest house paid for the countryside dwelling. Ajax occupied the guest house.
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bsp; He lit a cigarette as he stepped out of his boots and peeled woolen socks from his toes, stuffing them in the shallow pockets of his jeans. He stepped into the moist grass barefoot. Ajax pulled from his cigarette, heat traveling through the stick and warming his lips.
“I-I’m ready,” Orion stammered. He joined Ajax outside after trashing the house, backpack over his frail shoulders and a covered plate of food in his hands.
Ajax peeked in the backpack, thumbing through folded underwear, green stacks of dollar bills, and toiletries with a grunt. He zipped the bag. “Take off your shoes.”
Orion obeyed, placing them next to Ajax’s sagging boots.
“All right. My car is this way.” He was a ghost. His footfalls made hushed sounds as he followed a stone pathway around the house. Ajax unlocked the doors to an aged, white sedan with chipping paint and missing rims sitting in front of the guest house. “Toss your bag on the seat and get in.”
“Okay. What about your food?”
“I’ll eat once we get on the road.” He unloaded his guns into the trunk, nestling them in their cushion and slamming the door down, twisting the key to the right. Without another word, he climbed into the driver’s side, turned over the engine, and drove away from the mountain estate.
He drove in silence with Orion clutching the plate of warm food on his lap.
Ajax kicked the vehicle into the next gear once they left the mountains and merged onto less winding roads. “Pass me the bread.”
Orion’s fingers spurred into action, peeling the aluminum foil back from the plate and fishing out the roll, presenting it to the other man.
Ajax snatched it from him, taking a hefty bite. “You can talk, you know.”
“There is nothing to say.” He replaced the foil around the lip of the plate. It crinkled under his delicate fingers.
“Fine. I’ll talk. Do you know what I am?”
“Y-yes. A person for hire. You were sent by my father, weren’t you?”
“I thought you had nothing to say.” Ajax’s lips twitched. He almost smiled. “I was.”
“Why?”
Ajax chewed the cold biscuit. The chicken casserole tainted its flavor. “Why isn’t my concern. Usually my target knows the why more than I do. So, I should ask you. Why does your father want you dead?”
Orion’s shoulders shrugged, “Because he never wanted me alive.”
“Interesting.”
“Where are we going?”
“Away.”
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Loryn worked for years in retail before finally deciding to quit and follow their real passion: writing. They love a good romance novel with a little bit of steamy erotica thrown in. For them, it’s as much about the storyline as it is about the love-making, especially when it comes naturally.