Hook (A Hitman's Bait 2)

I covered his mouth with my left hand and guided my cock into him. Fuck. I had been so worried about Kit moaning too loudly I’d forgotten about my own damn self. I clenched my teeth and thrust deep inside him. Kit’s moans were muted behind my palm, but there was nothing to do about the slapslap of my pelvis hitting his ass.

“Stroke yourself.”

Kit fisted his cock while I worked both of us over from the back. My cock slid in and out of his tight channel. Kit groaned—loudly—as he came. I held on until he stopped shaking.

“Get on your knees, Kit.”

He kneeled before me and sucked my cock into his mouth, his head bobbing.

“Fuck,” I hissed, gripping his hair and burying my cock deep in the back of his throat. He gagged as cum poured down his throat and trickled down his chin. I stumbled back and released him. He swallowed and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

I helped him up to his feet and kissed him softly, then fixed his clothes. “Now, this is my favorite memory of this place.”

Kit wrapped his arms around me and hugged me tight. “You’re such a romantic, Sullivan Matthews.”

I chuckled. “Jesus. Don’t let anyone hear you calling me fucking you against a tree romantic. Are you ready to continue golfing?”

He nodded.

The men had moved on, thankfully. Maybe hearing us among the trees had scared them off. Good riddance.

I taught Kit the basics of how to play golf, but we mostly just messed around on the course with little aim, yet when we walked back to the clubhouse, I’d never felt happier about the worst round of golf in my life.

“We get to go to the spa now?” he asked.

“Let’s freshen up and eat first. Then we’ll look around before going to the spa.”

“Good idea. I am hungry, and just so we’re clear, I mean, for food.”

I snuck up behind him and kissed his neck. “Are you tempting me to prove you wrong?”

Kit laughed. “Eh, you need another few hours to recover, Sully.”

“My tongue’s not on retirement, is it?”

He gaped at me, and I grinned. Why hadn’t I taken him to the club before? Everything about him was more fun, less serious, and being with him filled my every pore with happiness.

Kit and I freshened up and changed, then strolled to the restaurant for lunch. We’d barely sat down when a man spoke from behind me.

“Sullivan Matthews, this is a surprise.”

I froze as Pinelli stopped by our table. What the hell was he doing here on a Tuesday?

“Luigi,” I acknowledged him. “You’re off your schedule today.”

He laughed. “Don’t tell me this is why you usually come here on Tuesdays, Sullivan. You avoiding me?”

“Tuesdays are convenient.”

“I suppose with your busy schedule, you would be hard-pressed for time.” He turned his attention to Kit, and I inhaled sharply. “What a lovely companion you have here, Sullivan. Is this the boy I’ve been hearing so much about today? Everyone’s talking about Sullivan Matthews looking rather happy with the young man he brought as his guest.”

Fuck. There was no way out of introducing them without snubbing Pinelli.

“This is Kit,” I said, injecting a casual air into my voice. “Kit’s never been to a country club before, so I’m indulging him. Kit, I do business for Luigi Pinelli.”

“Come now, Sullivan. After nearly a decade together, you introduce me as just a business associate?” He held out a hand to Kit, who extended his to Pinelli. “I’m a friend, dear boy. And you are?”

“Pleased to meet you.” Kit flashed Pinelli a smile, deliberately misconstruing the man’s question.