8. Chapter 8
There was no need for me to be at work since I didn’t have an assignment, but I was bored, and I’d already visited Thomas at work, needing to see him, so I sat on the leather sofa in the lounge, scrolling through my phone, looking at Thomas’s social media.
His Instagram page didn’t have a lot, and he hardly had any followers, but there was enough to look at with all the selfies of him, full of smiles and dimples, while at work or at school. He had a lot of his sister, who looked like him, but her hair was a bleached-wheat color.
Then I froze when I saw the other man in Thomas’s selfie. He had brown hair and soft brown eyes. He was taller and too attractive. I didn’t like him at all, especially with his arm wrapped around Thomas .
I gripped my phone and read the caption. ‘ Justin & me, chem class .’
Was this the boyfriend he had talked about? Were they seeing each other on the side? Did Thomas lie to me all this time? Thomas was mine !
As the rage consumed me, I rushed out of the office without my coat and walked the single block it took to get to the coffee shop. When I entered, the place was quiet, being late morning. Thomas was leaning against the counter, chatting with one of his female co-workers.
When he heard me approach, he turned around to take my order before his eyes widened and his smile grew large. “Hey, East. I didn’t expect to see you back here. Another chai?”
“No. We need to talk.”
“Okay, give me a second.”
Thomas turned to face his co-worker. “I’ll be back in a few minutes.”
I walked over to the tables, but I didn’t sit, and instead paced as the anger consumed me. He headed my way, and I had to use all the control in my power to keep myself from choking him. How dare he lie to me. After I dealt with Thomas, I would deal with this Justin.
Thomas wasn’t smiling and now looked at me warily. “Hey, is… something wrong? You look upset.”
I opened my phone and thrust the image in his face. “Who the fuck is this? I was clear when I said no boyfriends.”
He scanned the picture, but instead of being apologetic and scrambling for lies, he chuckled.
“Oh, that’s just Justin. He’s only a friend from chemistry class.
He’s not even into dudes, not that I’m interested in him at all.
Justin’s cool and all, but there’s no love interest, East. There aren’t any men in my life. I swear, you’re the only one for me.”
The anger started to dissipate when I read no lies on his face and in his words.
“If it makes you feel better, I can delete the image.”
“Do it.”
Thomas pulled out his phone from his back pocket, opened his Instagram , and removed the picture before showing me his screen. “Done.”
He walked up to me, stood toe-to-toe, and wrapped his arms around my waist. “All good? I kind of like you all growly and jealous over me. It’s sexy and makes me feel wanted.”
“I was very angry with you.”
“Good.”
As my heart rate calmed down, I took his chin and pinched it gently. “No more pictures of other men. I don’t care if you’re friends.”
He looked up at me with bright blue eyes through his smudged glasses, a smile spreading across his face along with those damn dimples. “You got it, but… can I still be his friend? I need friends, East. Besides, he’s my chemistry partner, and we have to work together in the lab.”
“Only him. And no touching. Ever.”
“I promise.”
I stepped away from him, pulled his glasses off his nose, wiped them clean with a napkin I had pulled from the dispenser on the table, and then put them back on his face .
“I have an idea,” he said, taking my hand and tugging me toward the back.
We stepped into the single-use bathroom, and he locked the door behind him. His dexterous fingers worked my belt and zipper down. My cock hardened instantly and my heart beat a little faster.
“To prove you’re mine and I always want to please what’s mine and make you happy,” he said by way of explanation.
Thomas reached inside my underwear and pulled out my cock, languidly stroking it.
“Suck it,” I ordered. “Don’t get any spit or cum on my pants.”
“God, yes. Anything…” he breathed as he fell to his knees on the hard, tiled floor.
“Keep your eyes on me.”
He fisted my length before swallowing me down, his blue eyes on mine, and his mouth stretched around me. I removed his glasses and slipped them into the pocket of my cardigan.
Thomas licked the underside of my cock, and when he reached the tip, I shuddered.
His pink tongue swiped along the slit, licking up pre-cum.
With his eyes still on my face, he suckled the tip, and my breathing picked up.
He looked at me reverently, and I ate it up.
The worship he gave me was never enough.
I needed him to always look at me like that.
I grabbed a fistful of his light brown curls and pumped into his mouth, desperate for more, all the while my brain was chanting, ‘ mine, mine, mine .’
His lips were swollen, and his eyes started to water as I pushed his gagging boundaries, but he never pushed me away or popped off to stop. Thomas was so obedient and never denied me… so far.
As the pressure grew and my body burned, I shut my eyes to feel his hot mouth wrapped around me. My climax burst from my body and Thomas drank me all down, swallowing every drop of cum and careful with his saliva.
Perfect.
I took deep breaths to calm my heart and breathing as Thomas stood. “Don’t move, please,” he said.
He walked over to the sink, grabbed paper towels, and dampened them at the faucet. Then he cleaned my cock of spit and cum before tucking me back in and zipping up my pants.
I grabbed his face and pulled him into a kiss, slipping my tongue into his mouth, tasting my earthy essence. It should’ve repulsed me, but it didn’t.
“Feel better?” he asked.
“Yes.”
His smile turned crooked. “Good. I always want to make you happy.”
I still held his face, scanning for lies, but he was as honest as always. “You do.”
I dropped my hands, grabbed his glasses, and put them back on his face.
Before I could leave, Thomas grabbed my arm. “Easton?”
“Yes?”
“Thank you for liking me and always being honest.”
I gently cupped his face with one hand because I sensed he needed something intimate.
He closed his eyes and leaned into my touch.
I’d seen this reaction countless times on television, and while I had no such feelings like the need for intimacy, I understood Thomas did.
I didn’t mind meeting his needs because he met mine as well.
Making him happy kept me happy. And in such a short time, he had exceeded in keeping me pleased.
With that, I left the bathroom and headed back to work.
I had a book about intimacy and romance open on my lap, with the TV in the background, as I sat on the leather sofa at work.
I’d recently purchased the book to learn more about Thomas’s needs.
If I wanted to keep him and have my needs met, I would have to match his.
But I had to find a balance. Thomas enjoyed my bluntness, which I found odd because most people who didn’t know me were put off by it.
Regardless, I enjoyed not being forced to wear my mask around him.
I looked up at the sudden movement to find Luca headed my way. He had been a permanent fixture at The District for nearly two years, though he wasn’t a killer. He liked to help out around here to keep himself busy and feel useful.
I never quite understood the dynamic between him and Dante, who was an aloof killer, but Luca worshiped him. That was what I wanted—someone like Luca who worshiped and appreciated me. I may have found that in Thomas, but it was too early to tell, despite my brain already claiming him as mine.
Luca had blond curls that fell past his chin, and large blue eyes that were filled not only with curiosity but also with slight, perpetual fear.
He’d gotten stronger and more confident over the years, but he’d been a sex slave in a past life, starting at only eight years old.
I lost my innocence at that age as well.
I understood what it felt like to have your body used without your permission, although Luca suffered more than I had.
Dante had found him at one of his assignments and took him home instead of killing him. Eventually, the two men became intimate partners.
“Hello,” Luca said, sitting down next to me.
I handed him the remote. “You can watch what you want.”
He took it from me and flipped through the channels until he found a show about the animals of the Galapagos Islands.
“Where’s Rabbit?” I asked.
His stuffed animal was also a regular fixture around here. It was used as a comfort, but it had also been used as a safe place to store the diamonds he had stolen from his previous owner—diamonds he used to pay us for his revenge plot. I couldn’t help but respect that.
“Oh, he’s at home.”
“Why?”
He shrugged. “I’m trying to use him less and less. It’s hard… like trying to stop an addiction. I’ve had him for so long.”
I went back to my book, but nodded in agreement. “Weaning yourself is wise.”
“What are you reading?”
I lifted the book to show him. “I have someone I’m fucking, but because he pleases me, I want to please him in return to keep him.”
His blue eyes grew wide as he smiled broadly, reminding me so much of Thomas. Luca turned to face me, grabbing a throw pillow and holding it against him as if it were his stuffed rabbit. “Oh, you have a boyfriend? ”
“I’m not sure I would call him that yet, but he belongs to me just the same.”
He bounced excitedly. “So exciting! Love is the best in the world, even better than chocolate.”
“I don’t feel such things, Luca.”
“Yes, I know, but that’s okay. We all deserve someone who makes us happy.”
I thought about his words before asking, “What is love like?”
He put his hands to his mouth and giggled. “Sully asked me that once.”