Rowan 31.
“Rowan—”
“Oh, so I’m Rowan now, huh? What happened to Daddy? Oh, Daddy, yes, harder, yes, daddy, fuck me into the mattress, daddy—” Steve cuts me off with a smack to the shoulder and his other hand over my mouth. I continue to slide in and out of his tight little hole, leisurely, taking my time and irritating him further. Good, this is an unpleasant conversation, and I figured this would distract him from getting good and mad.
“Shush, Daddy, ” he moans when I sit back on my heels, the long lines of his body laid out before me like a buffet. His tiny peaked pink nipples. The sparse trail of sandy blonde hair that leads to his beautiful dick. It fits perfectly in my mouth, but now is not the time. My large hands on his dipped waist, I pull him off my cock and then hammer home as I forcefully draw him closer. Again and again.
“I protect you. I shield you. I can’t do that if you insist on hosting this event.” His thighs cinch around me and I’m caught off guard as we spin until I’m under him. He plants his hands on my pecs, his feet on the mattress. I watch mesmerized, the muscles of his legs powering him up and down, his greedy hole swallowing me on every descent. He finds his rhythm, bouncing gleefully on top of me, his dick waving in my face. I lean up as much as this position and he will allow, my mouth finding the tip of his dick and sucking it into my mouth. He stops bouncing, instead rocking back and forth fully seated on my cock. His dick seesaws out of my open mouth, his hands now gripping my hair. My God, he fucks my face while he fucks my cock, and it all fucks with my heart. I love this man more than I could ever express in words. He’s become my world and the thought of anything happening to him—
“Daddy Rowan.” I glance up, his dick still shuttling between my lips. “That’s a good Daddy Rowan.” I narrow my eyes at his mocking tone. “You do keep me safe, you protect my body, but most importantly you protect my heart.” His hips dance sensually above me, yet I can’t take my eyes off his. “Nothing has happened in two weeks. Many of us are getting antsy. This drag show has been scheduled for months. There are big names in the industry attending. It’s a big deal and I won’t take it away from my queens.”
I move my head to the right, his dick popping out of my mouth. I lick my lips and swallow. “Perfect time for a psycho to do something.”
My little imp grabs my jaw and turns my head, so his dick is poised at my lips again. He pushes forward just a little, but enough for me to get the hint.
This isn’t going the way I thought it would. My boy keeps me on my toes.
“You agreed, you would be my daddy and take control of my personal life. This is club business.” It’s difficult to glare with a mouthful of dick. “ Queen’s Rook business and that makes it my business. Outside of your daddy jurisdiction. I will not put my life or the livelihood of others on hold. I’ve already spoken to Jupiter about increased club and security presence.”
Around his shaft, I mumble, “I have to work that night.”
He rubs his thumb along the apple of my hollowed cheek. “I know. But I won’t be alone. I think Illarion and his woman Niara are attending, so The Krov will have additional men on site.” I only feel marginally better. I want to be there with him, but I can’t. I have a shift with MPD, though I can tell you Scotty and I will be doing drive-bys all night.
Steve’s entire demeanor changes in an instant. A sparkle of mischief in his eye is my first warning that Ulysses the Businessman is gone, and Steve is back in control. “Daddy, I’ve been working so hard on top, I’m tired.” He dismounts flawlessly, laying on his back with his head on my pillow, his legs spread wide. “Come fuck your pillow princess.” I snort, shaking my head, as I roll over on top of him. He squawks and smacks my shoulders and back, but I don’t move. Our mouths less than an inch apart.
“I love you.”
“I know Daddy, I love you more.”
“I love you most.”
“We’ll have to agree to disagree.” He murmurs before taking my mouth passionately. His tongue seeking mine. Shifting my hips, my rock-hard cock finds his opening and I push back inside him, right where I belong. He lifts his hips to meet me thrust for thrust and it’s not long before we’re both screaming our releases, his splashing between our bodies and mine filling him to overflowing.
In our post-orgasm haze, I vaguely hear our phones chiming. Steve helps me roll to my back, I throw an arm over my eyes, letting the cool air of the suite drift over my naked body as sweat dries on my skin.
“Daddy?”
“Hmm.”
“Jupiter wants us in his office in the next 10 minutes.”
“Fuck.” I mutter, rolling completely off the bed and onto my feet. I pick Steve up on my way to the bathroom, his laughter filling the bathroom as I turn on the water.
Eight disappointingly non-sexual minutes later, we’re walking hand in hand into Jupiter’s office. Mercury and Mars acknowledge us with head nods, Jupiter motioning to the empty chairs in front of his desk. I sit, then pull Steve down on my lap before he can take the other seat. When he opens his mouth and squirms to protest, I fuse my mouth to his and shove my tongue down his throat.
“Prospect!” I smile into the kiss, softening it as I pull away. Slowly, I roll my head to the side to see Jupiter glaring at me.
“Yes, sir?”
“Are you finished?”
“I could watch some more.” Mercury shrugs casually. Mars grunts.
“Yes, Pres.”
“Steve, Mercury and Brooks were able to track down the courier that delivered your package and the others. Showed text messages and a money transfer from Norris Schuetz.”
Steve jumps from my lap, shaking his head wildly, “No. Not possible. I know Norris. I know Norris. He’s a good kid. He would never—”
“Steve. We have evidence.”
“It’s lying. Someone is lying. It’s not him.”
Jupiter nods at Mercury and then Merc walks over to us and spins his tablet around. A video plays and my poor boy slumps as he stands. I grab his hips and bring him back to my lap, holding him as he cries. Two men on screen exchange money and boxes.
“In my bar.” I don’t like the defeat in Steve’s voice. The pain. I hug him tighter from behind, my chin resting on his shoulder.
“It’s ok, baby boy.”
“No, it’s not Daddy. He is…was my friend. He’s worked for me since he was in high school. I had him start in the kitchen because he was underage. Years…and he does this? Why?”
Mars taps his fingers on the desk, “We aren’t sure. Police picked him up earlier, we haven’t heard anything yet.”
Steve perks up at that. “Maybe he was framed?” He eyes the tablet like it has Ebola. “Or not.”
“I’m not 100% sold that he’s guilty or acted alone. I’m still digging.” Mercury reassures Steve, and I smile at him in gratitude. Merc dips his chin, then starts typing away on his tablet. “If I find anything else, I’ll let you know.”
“Thank you.” My boy rallies, shaking off the betrayal. He spins in my lap, straddling me. His hands cup my face, his gaze intense. “I know you’re worried. I’m petrified. I won’t live in fear, though. Hold me, love me as your boy, but respect me as a businessman.”
“I do.”
“I can’t know for sure that nothing will happen,” he reiterates. “ If Norris is guilty, then we have nothing to worry about if he is in police custody. And if he’s not…then maybe this will draw the real guilty party from the shadows. And the brave men and women of GGMC will be there to catch them.”
I look over his shoulder at my President.
“With my life.”
“If this was Dru?” The others burst out laughing at my question, but my Pres takes it seriously.
“You can’t keep them from living, as much as you want to keep them safe. Nothing in this world is guaranteed. All you can do is prepare them for any eventuality, surround them with sharp minds and quick fingers, and arm everyone to the teeth.”
I drag my hands up Steve’s sides until my thumbs brush along his jawline. “Can’t lose you. Won’t lose you. Taking you to the gun range to practice, you and Chase, and you’re both carrying the night of the event.”
Steve heaves a deep breath, curling into my chest. “I can agree to that. Thank you, Daddy.”