Sold to the Hitman by Logan Chance
Ten
Blue
The way Titanstares at me makes me self-conscious for one moment. But when I hear him growl, and see the tiny smile playing on his lips, I know he’s enjoying himself.
I’ve done nothing like this before tonight.
Sex with my ex was always methodical. Not good at all. But I can tell with Titan he’s driven by the fact he wants me, not just some meaningless action.
He swipes his tongue over my wetness, ending at my clit.
I lean back, squeezing my eyes shut.
“Oh god, Titan.”
He hums against my skin. “I’m just getting started, Blue.”
My skin prickles at his words, ready and eager for what he has planned for me. My heart beat ramps up to super speeds, wanting to feel more and more of him.
He swipes his tongue over my heated skin, getting closer each time until there is no room between his face and my most private part.
He has a rhythm I find intoxicating, and then he uses his fingers on me. I can barely hang on, and I grab hold of the sheets, fisting them as he sticks one finger in, and then another, until he’s reached a spot deep inside me and I’m screaming out his name.
“Oh god, Titan. Titan,” I yell.
He keeps going and my body builds and builds as he fucks me with his tongue. It feels so good, and I’m edging toward my orgasm at an alarming speed.
And I don’t want this to ever end.
“Titan, please don’t stop.”
He doesn’t.
In fact, he goes even faster and faster, his lips humming along my clit as he shoves another finger deep inside me.
“Titan, I’m coming.”
My body thrashes beneath him as stars explode behind my eyelids. My heart races, and I pant as I try to catch my breath.
“That was so fucking hot,” Titan says as he leans on his elbow to stare into my eyes.
I caress his cheek. “You’re hot.”
A lazy smile spreads across his face, and he really is the most handsome man I’ve ever seen. Before I can even think about moving, my phone rings from the other room.
I know it’s Frank because I’ve given him his own ringtone. Flight of the Valkyries.
“Frank. I should answer it.”
Titan slides off the bed, repositioning his dick in his pants. “Get to it then.”
I leap from the bed, grabbing my clothes as I race out of the room.
Earlier, when I spoke to Frank, he was confident he’d be able to find information on Gunner Marble. He was actually kind of excited I got a name for him.
Frank’s an older man, no family, no anything really, so this is a big story for him too. He breathes the journalism life, trying to investigate everything that comes his way.
He’s mainly been interested in the underbelly of Los Angeles more than anything else. He says he hates crime and hates the mafia and men who run the streets.
He’s passionate about all he does.
“Hello,” I say into the phone. “Frank?” I pull on my clothes as I wait for him to say something.
“Blue, can you meet me? I’ve got some info on this guy.” He breathes into the phone like he’s been running a marathon. “It’ll be quick. Meet me at the 7-11 by your house.”
“Ok, I’m on my way.” I rush back to the bedroom, and Titan has hopped into the shower. I open the door to the bathroom, wondering if I have time to join him in there. The need to see Titan with no clothes and soap running down his broad muscles almost wins out, but I need to see what Frank’s found.
“I’ll be right back,” I tell Titan, and then rush out of the house. He won’t mind if I borrow his truck for a second time, will he?
