Cyril’s hair but Farris let him suck on the head before he pulled away and stepped over the side. He grabbed a towel on his way out and Cyril’s head fell as he enjoyed the view as Farris dried his hair. Cyril took a minute to scrub the day from his skin then leapt out and raced into the bedroom. Farris was waiting on the bed and his fingers were slick with lube as they slid in and out of his hole, taunting and tempting Cyril.
“Christ, Farris,” Cyril groaned as his knees dropped onto the foot of the bed. He crawled to him like he was an oasis and Cyril buried his face in Farris’s sac as he pushed two fingers into his clenching heat and found his prostate.
“Oh, fuck! Now!” Farris begged and his heels dug into the mattress as he writhed and swore. Cyril took a moment to coat his shaft then rose on his knees and dove into Farris. He filled him with a brutally deep, driving thrusts and Farris screamed for more and harder. Cyril crashed into him again and again; the frenzy beat back the tension and anxiety and brought peace and freedom as they lost themselves in the moment and each other. Farris bit into Cyril’s shoulder as he came and the wild spike of pain obliterated what was left of his control. Cyril pushed off the bed so he could rise on his knees and he dragged his fingers through Farris’s cum and greedily licked them clean. He locked Farris’s ass against his groin as he bucked hard; Cyril’s head fell back and he came with a roar. Cum pumped from his cock and flooded Farris’s ass and for just a moment, Cyril was sated and whole. He knew peace as he fell forward and Farris gathered him in his arms. They kissed and their limbs tangled and tightened as they rolled. The fight and the fury had been wrung from them so they whispered and teased with words of love and loyalty and Cyril basked in the bliss until Farris fell asleep. The night grew long and cold outside his window as Cyril’s thoughts turned to the faceless hunter stalking him. He’d extended the security perimeter and reinforced his defenses but Cyril couldn’t rest as his enemies circled outside Blackhurst’s walls. Sleep didn’t find him until nearly sunrise and his dreams were of smoke and shattered glass. Blackhurst was consumed in chaos. Cyril couldn’t get to the vault and he couldn’t get to Farris.
Chapter 16
Reginald was not, in fact, all that upset to see Paul go, for once. He had so much work to do and the extra sneaking around and the constant squirreling away of contraband was slowing Reginald down. Paul was unfortunately—and possibly intentionally—constantly underfoot. Reginald pretended he was terribly concerned about Paul leaving but he knew Alon would have him under surveillance even though there was no indication that he was being watched or targeted in any way. But, even if he was, this was Paul. He was too fast, too smart and nothing would stop him from coming back. Reginald just thought he had a little more time when Paul slipped out of bed at 3:00 a.m. to catch an early flight back to D.C. to check in at the office and keep up appearances.
Reginald made a good start after breakfast and “found” a wifi amplifier and a camera and discovered a blind spot in the conservatory by the statue of Venus. He could pace as he smoked and wander off camera for a few minutes at a time without raising suspicion. As he was studying Blackhurst's plans, Reginald made note of a hidden transformer box, camouflaged amongst the philodendrons, for possible future use. He’d nearly assembled the components to access the internet and planned to swing by the vault to “borrow” a keyboard from Toly’s station after lunch. He also needed a working phone and an earpiece so he could listen in on Alon and his men. But those would wait until he was ready to get to work. He had to be careful not to attract suspicion when more sensitive items went missing.
“I think I’ll swing by the vault after lunch,” Reginald told Toly as he sat across from him. Served buffet style, lunch was much more casual. Reginald held out his wrist and gave it a shake. “I don’t remember this watch band being so loose. Just need to take out one of the links,”