28. Santiago
SANTIAGO
“Should I put those boxes in the back?” I asked the store manager, a twenty-two-year-old idiot who still had pimples on his chin.
Not looking up from the comic he was reading, he waved his hand in the air. “Sure, just stick them somewhere.”
Grabbing the boxes from the floor, I carried them to the back storage, where I began unpacking them.
To think, only a week ago, I was making money from fighting, and here I was now, stocking canned beans on shelves.
But back there, I’d fought for him, for that white-haired psycho.
Swear to God, each second I spent by his side shortened my life span.
So stocking cans and soda bottles wasn’t too bad.
Sure, I was earning close to nothing, but at least this job was legal.
I mean, after getting out of prison, I did promise myself to do better, and as shitty as it was, this was it.
This was what making an honest living was all about—and I hated every second of it.
And while it sucked balls, I had to be grateful they’d hired me in the first place. It was insane how many places refused to so much as speak to me because of my past. Truth was, nobody gave a shit about me, and on most days, it felt like no one even saw me.
I’ll tell you a secret, Mr. Rivas. I’m a big fan of second chances.
Fuck, why did I remember that now? It wasn’t like he was genuine then either.
He’d just said those words to make me feel important and fall for his act…
and fall, I did. But could you blame me?
For better or worse, Ariyan noticed me. I mean, when he looked down on me with those golden eyes of his, he still looked at me.
And when I fought for him, he watched me.
Just thinking about how I felt under his intense gaze turned me inside out, and I had to shake the thoughts out of my head. I hated him almost as much as I hated the way he made me feel, but at the same time, I… missed it?
Fuck no.
I was being crazy right now. My body was probably reacting this way because I was pent-up.
Yeah, that was it. When was the last time I’d actually had sex and not with my right hand?
I paused for a moment, trying to calculate the dates, when I realized it was cutting close to a month and a half.
Fucking shit. I was dying for some human contact…
skin-to-skin action and all that other crap.
No wonder Ariyan was all I could think of when he was the only dude I’d hooked up with after I got out.
Sure, there was also Gabriel, but he didn’t really count.
Whatever this madness was, the best solution would be to get fucking laid.
Maybe after my shift, I’d go out and fuck somebody.
Yeah, that sounded like a decent plan, but first things first, I’d have to finish up here.
Still sitting on my knees in front of the shelves, I reached back to grab a new can when my hand knocked over the pile I’d stocked out of the box, and one can began to roll on the floor.
I reached to grab it before it got too far away, cursing my shitty job, when someone stopped it by stepping on it.
My first thought was that the store manager had finally got his ass moving, only it wasn’t him, unless he’d replaced his ugly sandals with shiny black shoes.
My temperature immediately spiked, and slowly, I glanced up, my brows creasing the more I saw of his black tux until my stare locked on his stupidly pretty face.
“Good evening, Mr. Rivas.”
“What the hell?” I hissed, confused as to what this devil was doing here.
Ariyan’s lips curled into his familiar smile before he took his shoe off the can and crouched to pick it up.
“One hundred percent beef.” He read the label before lifting his gaze to meet mine. “Who on earth eats this?”
I snatched the can out of his hand and turned to put it on the shelf, doing my best to avoid eye contact with him.
“People who can’t afford better,” I muttered, annoyed by his sweet scent that reached me.
“How poor of you.”
Asshole.
Still crouching next to me, I could feel his eyes on me. It made my heart beat faster and my nape sweaty. Nervous, I pressed my lips together and tried to keep it cool until he left.
“You never came to take your share,” he said.
Grabbing a new box, I opened it and began piling the supplies on the shelves.
“I don’t need your dirty money.”
“All money is dirty.”
“Not true.”
“How would you know if you’ve never had any to begin with?”
My eyes snapped to his, a decision I regretted the second he smiled at me, and my heart fucking leaped.
Shit.
“I missed you this past week,” he said, using his sweet voice, the one that made you want to close your eyes and fall asleep.
“B-bullshit.”
Pouting his lips, he rested his chin on his palm. “It breaks my heart knowing you don’t believe me. At the very least, tell me you’ve thought of me?”
My breath caught because I had, in fact, thought about him a second before he walked in here like some ghost, and a lot before that. Like last night, when I jerked off to his face. The fresh memory made my cheeks heat up, and I coughed.
“A-as if.”
“Aww, are you blushing?”
I immediately looked down. “No.”
Grabbing my chin, he forced my head up, and our eyes met.
The fire burning behind his yellow irises made me hot all over, and when he leaned closer like he was about to bite me, I moved away, only to lose balance.
I fell backward, and he went down with me, so now I was lying on the floor with him on top.
With his lighter weight pushing against me, his thigh between my legs, my head immediately came up with the wrong images, and I closed my eyes, hoping he’d just get off.
“Well, you might not’ve thought about me, but this guy—” He cupped me over my jeans. “—sure has.”
My eyes snapped open only to see him staring at me, a teasing smile on his lips.
“W-what are you doing?” I gasped as he moved his hand, rubbing me over my jeans.
“Proving that I wasn’t lying about missing you.”
Everything was happening so fast that I wondered if this was just another dream. But no, it wasn’t, it couldn’t be, not when it felt so damn good.
“F-fuck,” I grunted as my cock twitched in my jeans. But once I heard the sound of my zipper lowering, I quickly reached down and grabbed his wrist.
“I-I can’t do this here,” I hissed, out of breath. “My boss—”
“Your boss?” He moved closer. “You mean to tell me you’ve replaced me so fast?”
Before I could answer, he’d already gone back to working his hand, this time touching me over my boxer briefs. My breath hitched, a strangled gasp slipping free once he pushed them down and freed my cock.
“You really are big all over, aren’t you?
” He smirked, eyes darting to my cock before going back to me.
“But back to what’s important.” Using his free hand, he pushed a stray lock of hair away from my face.
“You didn’t replace me, did you? Certainly not with some virgin who jerks off to drawn porn. ”
All I wanted was for him to continue touching me, so I pressed my lips together and shook my head. His smile grew, his hand gripping me harder as he moved it up and down my length.
“Although from your reaction, it seems like you’re a virgin yourself.”
“Like hell I am,” I bit back, cheeks flushed, and he responded by grabbing my dick tighter in his fist, squeezing my tip.
Fuckk.
“Aww, what a pity.” He leaned forward. “It could have been so cute if you were.”
My cock jerked at his words, and I bit on my bottom lip, trying not to make a weird sound because fuck, I was losing it.
“Just imagine it, me taking your virginity,” he sighed, shifting his body so he nearly sat down on me. “I like this thought so much it’s almost turning me on.”
Wanting to feel him, too, I placed my hand on his waist, but he grabbed it and brought it over my head.
“Nah-ah,” he tsked, eyes mean. “Don’t touch me with those filthy hands.”
Heat shot straight to my dick, mixed with humiliation and desperation. And even though I wanted to knock him off me, I couldn’t, and instead, I gritted my teeth, trying not to come the second he called me dirty.
Just then, the door to the storage room opened, and I could hear someone stepping in. And even though we were hidden behind the shelves, my nerves kicked in, as all my boss needed was to take a turn to see me getting a hand job on the floor.
Fuck.
“S-stop it,” I hissed, feeling my heart in my chest at the sound of footsteps getting closer.
But Ariyan didn’t listen, and he only increased the pace of his fist. My cock basically throbbed at this point, and when he moved his hand to cup my balls, I just about passed out.
“You’re wet like a bitch in heat,” he whispered, his words ghosting over my lips right as he used my precum to ease the friction. “Does the thought of getting caught turn you on?”
With my eyes locked with his, I shook my head, scared to make a sound as the footsteps got closer.
“A-Ari—”
“Shhh.” He placed his finger over his lips right before he grabbed the hem of my shirt and brought it to my mouth, forcing me to bite it.
Now, with my abs exposed, he moved his hand down my body while using the other to stroke me faster.
Pleasure gripped every inch of me, and I bit on my shirt harder.
The taste of wet fabric was nasty, but at least it muffled my groans, which only seemed to get louder.
The footsteps were also getting closer, but at this point, I was ready to get caught.
But then, another door opened and closed, and I relaxed, remembering that the employees’ bathroom was also in the back room.
Thank fuck.
Ariyan squeezing the tip of my cock brought me back in an instant, and needy, I bucked my hips off the floor, thrusting into his tight fist, desperate to come. I was on the edge, and I knew I’d burst any second now. All I needed was just a little more—
“How needy,” he chuckled, then straightened to sit on my lap so I looked up at him, and fuck, he was gorgeous, and that was my life’s problem—being hooked on this devil’s face.
“You want to come?” he asked, eyes looking down on me.
Biting the shirt harder, I eagerly nodded, watching his smile grow.
“Such a good boy, aren’t you, Mr. Rivas?”
Heat shot straight to my dick, and I guess I looked as pitiful as I felt because he seemed satisfied, enough to fap me faster, and the sounds of his fist rubbing my skin echoed around us.
My eyes rolled to the back of my head, muscles turned weak, and breath heavy when the flush of a toilet cut through the thick air.
The room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop, and a moment later, I heard the manager’s voice as he spoke on the phone while leaving the toilet.
Turning my head to the side, I could see a strip of light coming from the open bathroom.
Seriously, if he just turned his head, he’d see our shadows.
Grabbing my jaw, Ariyan forced me to turn and look at him, my shirt falling from my lips as he did.
“From now on, keep your eyes on me, and me alone.”
My breath hitched just as the door opened, and the manager walked out. Back to being all alone, I stared at him. Fuck, did I stare. Like man to God, all I saw was him in those wicked seconds in which he had me by the balls.
“That’s better.” He smiled and went back to moving his hand.
Pleasure shot up my spine, making my legs tremble, and I fisted my hands just as heat rushed down my body and I exploded.
My cock twitched in his grip a second before I came, so hard I blacked out for a few seconds.
Everything paused, my breath, my heart, my mind, as this odd feeling washed through me.
I didn’t even know what it was, yet it felt so damn good, leaving me as sore and drained as I was back then in his apartment, after he used my mouth to come.
Only now, it was even stronger, and I closed my eyes, submitting to the addictive sensation.
“I want you to come back to work for me. We made such a good team together,” he whispered, his body hovering above me.
“Did we really?” I panted, still in a haze.
“Yes, Mr. Rivas. We did.”
“You scare me.”
“Do I?”
I nodded. “Yes.”
Something crossed his golden eyes before he leaned close, his lips nearly meeting mine.
“Finally, you’re learning something.”
My jaw twitched, and I frowned.
“Now, don’t make that sour face.” He cupped my jaw. “I came here to give you yet another chance, Santiago, as I, unlike others, see your full potential.”
My eyes widened at the sound of my name coming out of his mouth for the very first time.
“You see, you were born to do a lot more than just stock cans in the back of a filthy store. So why not allow me to help you? And make no mistake—” He leaned closer. “—I can help you. I can show you things you’ve never dreamed of.”
His offer was as tempting as his sweet scent, if not more, but by now, I’d learned to watch this honey trap of his.
“Help me? You just want to use me,” I hissed.
He chuckled, the sound so chilling it melted my insides.
“That’s true, but why not use me in return?” He glanced between us, at where my jeans were still open and my dick was still covered with cum. “I can make you feel so good. All you need to do is fight for me in return, Mr. Rivas… or should I say, El Embriagado?”