11. Santiago
SANTIAGO
Being Saturday night, the club was packed, and I barely got inside with the number of people lining up outside. Luckily, a guy I knew worked in the bar, and he helped me out through the back door.
Hip-hop music blared through the speakers, so loud that the floor vibrated to the beat. Fuck me, did I feel old. At twenty-one, I used to live in places like this, partying till dawn; now, I couldn’t wait to get out.
But I came here with a purpose, and looking around, I eagerly searched for Ariyan in the crowd.
How hard was it to track a man with white hair who looked like a supermodel among so many ugly people?
Turned out, extremely, and fifteen minutes into my search, the fear that he was already gone struck me.
Pissed, I gritted my teeth and looked around almost desperately.
But then, like seeing the light at the end of a fucking tunnel, I saw him.
Leaning against the bar, a drink in his hand, he was speaking to some ugly fucker.
My eyes immediately latched onto the man’s hand that was placed on Ariyan’s waist, and I saw red.
Per usual, my body acted before my mind came up with a plan, and I strode over there, ready to start a war.
“What the hell?” the man wheezed after I grabbed his shoulder and pulled him back and away from Ariyan, who, to his credit, cared more about his cocktail than any of this.
“He’s not interested,” I hissed, voice low.
The man’s face twisted, a vein popping on the side of his temple. “The hell are you talking about—”
“He’s not interested,” I repeated myself, and this time, it was enough to make this goon go and fuck himself.
Asshole.
Finally alone, I turned to face Ariyan, my mind going wild over how hot he looked in a tank top and a tight pair of jeans.
“Hey, boss.”
His amber eyes met mine, an amused smile on his perfect lips, before he sipped his cocktail.
“Mr. Rivas, what a surprise meeting you here.”
Leaning my elbow on the bar, I smirked. “Is it?”
“Well, not really, given the fact that your brother took pictures of me not so long ago.”
I jerked back, heat rushing to my cheeks. “Oh, eh, about that—”
“Suddenly turning shy?”
He moved closer, and I took a deep breath of his sweet scent that went straight to my cock.
“What’s the matter, Mr. Rivas?” Pinching the cherry out of his glass, he brought it to his mouth. “Cat caught your tongue?”
“No,” I muttered, unable to look away from the damn cherry.
Smirking, he then sucked on the fruit, his pink lips closing around it until he pulled out the stem. My dick jerked to life, stiffening in my jeans in seconds as I continued to stare at him, imagining it was my cock he had his lips wrapped around.
“You’re always so nervous next to me, aren’t you?”
I swallowed hard, my body getting hotter.
“It’s ’cause you’re so pretty.”
“Am I?”
I nodded. “Prettiest man I’ve ever seen.”
His smirk turned into a smile.
“May I remind you I’m your boss? It’s highly inappropriate.”
“S-sorry.”
Closing the distance between us, he brought his fingers to rest against my jaw.
“I didn’t tell you to apologize.” He leaned even closer until his cherry breath ghosted my neck. “I only said it’s inappropriate.”
Choking on my own spit, I glanced down to meet the hunger in his eyes.
Hunger that matched my own.
“Fuck,” I swore under my breath.
He let out a soft chuckle before he grabbed my jaw and brought his lips to my ear. “I’m afraid you must take responsibility now, Mr. Rivas. You see… I’m a bit drunk, and you just chased away my plans for the night.”
With one hand still on my neck, he pulled back just enough for me to look at him. My tongue darted out to wet my lips, eyes dipping to his mouth and back up.
“I’ll do anything you tell me,” I said, voice hoarse.
He smiled, eyes gleaming like topaz, before he moved his hand to the back of my neck.
“Good.”
I leaned down and went for a kiss, when instead of his lips, I was met with his cheek.
Frustrated, I grunted when he chuckled.
“You think I’m that easy?” Reaching forward, he took a bottle from behind the bar and placed it in front of us.
“What’s that for?” I asked as he signaled the bartender for two glasses.
“To get drunk, of course.” He turned to me. “Or do you plan on letting me drink all alone?”
“No.”
“Sure about that?” His eyes darkened. “Sure you’re not one of those men who takes advantage of a situation? You know, like when the guy’s too drunk to say no.”
“Like hell I am.” I slammed my hand next to his on the bar, getting right in his face. “I’d never do something like that.”
I didn’t know what he’d do next, but poking my nose sure wasn’t my first guess. Or last.
“Good.” He smiled. “So let’s drink!”
Problem was… I couldn’t drink, not while on parole, and especially not when I had to meet my parole officer first thing tomorrow morning.
“What’s the matter?” Ariyan asked after I stayed quiet.
“I can’t drink.”
“How so?” He pouted.
With a grunt, I placed both hands on the bar. “It’s against my parole. On top of that, tomorrow, I’m meeting with my probation officer.”
A few seconds passed with him saying nothing as the music played in the background, until I felt the cold touch of a glass pressed to my cheek.
“It will be our little secret,” he said, holding the glass between us.
Glancing at the drink, then at him, my throat went dry.
I wanted to say no. Fuck that. I had to say no, but…
I was suddenly so thirsty. Grabbing the glass from him, I downed the liquor in one go.
It burned going down my throat, and I squeezed my eyes shut as Ariyan refilled another shot, which I drank without question.
The same went for the third and fourth, and by the time half a bottle was gone, he grabbed my shirt and led me to him.
“I wanna dance,” he said over my lips, pulling me onto the dance floor.
Fairly drunk, I dragged behind him like a puppet on a string, not caring for a single thing but being next to him.
Squeezing our way between others, we reached the center of the floor, where he began dancing and moving his body to the music with me behind him, both hands on his hips to keep him close.
“Grab me harder,” he said over his shoulder before taking my hands and placing them on his abs.
Leaning back, his body pressed to my front while his ass pushed against my cock.
Jolts of arousal shot down my spine, and I began moving with him, grinding into him like a dog in heat.
My jeans turned painfully tight with the constant friction, making me ache for more.
He raised his arms up to the music, and drunk out of my mind, I slipped my hands underneath his black tank top, fingers smoothing over his soft skin all the way up to his chest.
He turned around, so now we were face-to-face. With my sight all foggy from the booze, it took me a few seconds before I managed to focus on his flushed face.
“You’re so pretty,” I muttered when he smiled.
Fuck. I love it when he smiles.
“You already said that.”
“Did I?”
“Yeah.”
“So pretty…”
“Do you really mean it?”
Biting my lip, I nodded.
“Fuck yes. You’re gorgeous.”
He smiled at me in return, and wanting a taste of those lips, I leaned in, when he held something between us—
“What’s that?”
Parting his lips, he then placed the heart-shaped pill on his tongue.
My eyes locked in on the drug, and without stopping to think, I crushed our mouths together, exchanging the pill on our tongues before swallowing it.
Grabbing my jaw, Ariyan pulled me close into another kiss, thrusting his tongue into my mouth.
I sucked on it and let out a deep groan at the taste of cherries.
Heat shot straight to my dick as he bit on my bottom lip, and I moved my hands from his waist down to his ass, giving him a proper squeeze.
I could feel him smiling as he dragged his lips along mine in a sloppy, tongue-swirling, and mind-blowing kiss.
Holding my jaw almost viciously, he took the lead, exploring every inch of my mouth using his tongue.
His smaller body pressed to mine, his thigh pushing against my erection.
“F-fuck,” I groaned when he seized the moment to push his tongue back in, twisting it with mine. His sweet taste, mixed with his scent, made me go feral, and I moved my hand from his ass to cup the back of his neck and pulled him into me, until we were left out of breath.
“Let’s get out of here,” he whispered in my ear.
Hearing him loud and clear despite the booming music, I nodded, then kissed him again, desperate for another dose of whatever crack he was made of.
Ariyan accepted me with an open mouth, basically breathing me in before he tore his lips from mine and began walking away.
Willing to follow him to the end of the world at this moment, I ran after him, making sure he wouldn’t get out of my sight.
Not even for a second.