Chapter 13
13
LUCA
“ W hy the fuck are you all the way over there?” I ask when Viktor makes no move to sit on my lap. He’s about ten feet away, his body turned away from mine, as if trying to resist me by sheer will.
Well, it seems he has no idea how persuasive I can be.
When I want something, I get it.
“I’m fine sitting here,” he murmurs, his cheeks flushing. We’re all sitting in Anthony’s office, the two of us discussing our plans for this week, but Viktor’s stubbornness is distracting me.
And Anthony watches it all from his place behind his desk, saying nothing, but obviously deriving pleasure from watching me squirm.
“Get over here, Vik,” I murmur, pointing to my lap.
Viktor scowls at it but doesn’t budge.
“Vik,” I warn.
“We’re in a fucking meeting, Luca. I’m not sitting on your fucking lap,” Viktor grumbles .
My jaw clicks and I stand up, moving toward him and wrenching him up from where he’s reclined. My hand lands on his ass in a quick slap before he falls into me, his hands on my chest, mine on his hips. I spin us around and he ends up right where he should have been the entire time.
On top of me.
“Fucking hell,” he murmurs as Anthony laughs lowly.
“Tatum would love this,” he remarks as I adjust Viktor on my lap, getting us both comfortable. I don’t plan on him moving anytime soon. As we sit there, my hand snakes up his shirt, touching his warm skin, and I feel him lean back slightly, grumbling the entire time, but loving it, nonetheless. He’ll never admit it, but he wants this.
He wants it so fucking bad.
“You ready to continue now?” Anthony asks, and I nod.
“Yes, now that he’s behaving.”
Viktor curses under his breath but doesn’t move, just sits there like the good boy he is.
“Now, where were we?” Anthony pauses a moment and then adds, “Ah yes. Diablo and Lex. We’ve tried all the conventional ways of finding out who is behind these murders and the distribution of Pink, but I think it’s time to ask them to assist. I’ll also ask them to comb over the footage from the club to see if they can see Henry there.”
“Good,” I say as my hand unbuttons Viktor’s jeans and my finger slides down that trail of hair near his groin. “Has the boy found at Sabrina’s said anything?”
“No, he still can’t remember anything. He doesn’t even know his own name.”
“Well, fuck,” I murmur, continuing to tease that bit of skin on Viktor’s lower abdomen.
“Our contact in the police force isn’t much help either but Senator Ruiz is now aware of what’s currently happening on the streets. ”
“And what the fuck is he going to do?” Vik asks as I lower the zipper of his pants and cup his growing erection.
“They can do many things,” Anthony replies. “Draft legislation, limit certain drug trades, etcetera.”
Viktor huffs and leans back further, wanting more, but I don’t give it to him. Just hold him in my hand.
“Right, and we need him to know that it’s not us distributing this. Have you spoken to Raphael?” I ask.
“I did make him aware. He’s also looking out for whoever may be behind it. So far, there’s nothing. Just Viktor stating it was Henry who gave him the drugs and Amir from the club, who said he may know someone. Although we haven’t heard anything from him, so it may be a dead end.”
Viktor shifts on my lap, and I squeeze his hard length, making him huff loudly.
“Has this drug crossed state lines yet?” I ask, and Anthony runs a hand along his jaw.
“I’m not sure. I’ve been meaning to call Declan MacKenna and see if he knows anything that’s happening in Nevada.”
“And Craig Wells in Arizona,” I offer.
“That’s a good idea.” Anthony eyes me and arches an eyebrow. “I’ll make those calls while I look for Tatum. He’s been suspiciously absent today. And that way, you two can have the room for a bit before I return.”
He stands up, and Viktor grumbles under his breath once more but still doesn’t move from my lap.
When the door closes and we’re alone, Viktor huffs in annoyance.
“You can stop touching my dick in front of my boss, asshole.”
“I don’t want to and you like it, so shut the fuck up.”
I bite his neck roughly and he groans. My point has been proven, and I squeeze his dick roughly once more before letting go.
“You fuck,” he mutters as I tap him to stand up .
He does, adjusting his cock and placing it beneath the waistband of his pants.
“Why can’t you just leave me alone?” he asks.
“Do you really want me to?”
He swallows and glances away, unable to admit he wants me all up in his space. He wants me. Plain and simple.
“I’m not going to stop playing with you, Vik. I want you fucking ready when it’s time for me to put my mouth on you. You’re not going to last long,” I say and then kiss him roughly, making him melt into me. He pants and grinds against me, his body working into a frenzy until Bane suddenly appears through the wall.
“Oh hello,” he says as he approaches, his eyes taking us in, two jars in his hands, both sloshing precariously. “Are you going to have sex? If so, I’d love to watch.”
“No,” Viktor said. “I was just…we were just talking.”
Bane’s eyes widen. “I like that kind of talking. Maybe we can talk someday, too.”
I grab onto the back of Viktor’s neck and squeeze. “You won’t be talking to Vik like that, Bane. Or I’ll make you scream.”
He gasps and then wiggles on his feet. “You promise?”
“Jesus, Luca. You’re just turning him on. Stop it.”
I can’t help but laugh at that. “You’re a twisted fuck, Bane.”
“I know. I can’t help it. I was born this way.”
I pause a moment and then add, “You won’t be watching me fuck Vik the first time. But maybe one day I’ll let you watch. If you’re a good boy.”
Bane bounces on his toes.
“Promise?”
“Promise,” I say, and Bane grins so wide his lips squeak slightly.
He shoves the glass jar of blood into Viktor’s hands. “I have a gift for you.”
“What is this?”
“A nice collection. If you’d like to stare at the blood of your enemies. ”
Viktor’s eyes meet mine, and I can’t help the smile I give him.
“Thank you,” Viktor says, and Bane presses a kiss to his cheek.
“Anytime. Now where is Jax? I need to give him this eyeball.”
He wanders out of the office, leaving Viktor standing there with a jar of blood and a half-hard cock.
“Come on, we have some work to do, and then tonight…” I whisper, pressing my nose to his and nipping at his top lip. “Tonight, you’re all mine.”
You’d think I’d be nervous about sucking another man’s cock, especially deep-throating, but for some reason, I’m not. I like seeing Viktor all worked up, his breathing growing more erratic with each passing minute. By the time we’re showered and in bed, he’s panting, his pupils blown out, his cheeks red, and I haven’t even touched him yet.
I tug the towel from around my waist and watch as Viktor visibly trembles when it falls to the floor. My hand runs across my abdomen and he wets his lips.
“You ready, pretty boy?” I ask as I move toward him, grabbing onto the piece of fabric covering him and tugging it.
It falls away, revealing everything underneath. Those long legs, that long, hard dick, the curve of his ass.
“Look at you,” I whisper, bringing him in for a kiss. Our tongues tangle for a minute before I pull away, my hands dragging through his dark hair and arching his neck up in the process. I suck on his skin there, feeling his Adam’s apple bob as he moans. My thigh moves between his legs, and I grind against him, both of our cocks hard.
When he’s trembling, I take a step back, admiring my work.
“You look like you want to come.”
He blinks at me but doesn’t say a word.
“Say you want it. Say you want me to suck your dick. ”
He opens his mouth and then his admission floats between us. “Yes.”
My lips quirk slightly as I reach out and lead him to the edge of the bed, handing him my phone in the process. His hand shakes so badly, I wonder if he’s even going to be able to hold onto it for long.
He fucking better get this on video because if not, we’ll have to redo it.
Although, that won’t be so bad.
I think I’m going to enjoy this very much.
“Are you sure?” Viktor asks as I sink to my knees before him.
My eyes meet his and I run my tongue across my teeth.
“Yeah, I’m fucking sure.”
He lets out a shaky breath, his cock reaching for me, his fingers twisting in the sheets. The phone is already discarded to the side, forgotten. He hasn’t even managed to hold onto it for a minute.
“The phone,” I say with a grin and he bites his bottom lip, picking it up and pressing record. He holds it over my face, that tremble in his limbs still evident.
“You nervous, baby?”
“Nervous it’s going to suck,” he says, but that’s a lie.
“Oh, don’t worry. I’m good at everything I do.”
I spread his legs a little wider, reaching out and tugging on his balls.
“Look how much you have in here.” I roll them across my palm and Viktor gasps, his hips arching up slightly. “You’re going to make such a mess.”
I stare down at his swollen head, and I lean down, my tongue peeking out and swiping across the tip. An unholy groan leaves him, and his dick weeps.
“Mm,” I murmur and then pull him into my mouth, his cock hard and heavy on my tongue. Viktor swears as I drag him further and further into me, enjoying the scent of him, the taste.
But then again, I do seem to like Viktor quite a lot .
Especially the sounds he makes when he’s lost in this orgasmic haze.
“Fuck. Fuck ,” he moans above me, those words making goosebumps crawl across my skin. “Oh shit.”
He says that as I bring him all the way to the back of my throat. I hold him there, experiencing the sensation of a dick being somewhere it’s never been. It’s not half bad , I think as I grab onto the rest of his cock with my hand, slowly jerking him off. He whispers my name, like a prayer, a plea.
“Luca. Oh fuck. Oh fuck. ”
I drag the entire experience out, loving the sweet whimpers he makes as I swallow him over and over, taking him as deep as I can, my free hand dragging up and down his thigh, tugging on his balls, and dragging across his taint.
“Luca. I can’t—,” he cries when I press a finger to his rim, pushing inside slightly. I feel the pulse of that ring around me and the jerk of his cock on my tongue. “Oh shit, if you keep this up, I’m going to—oh goddammit!”
I drag my mouth off him and when I glance up, his eyelids hooded, his chest heaving, I realize the camera isn’t even pointed at me.
“Camera, kitten,” I rasp.
He blinks at me, confused for a movement before realization dawns. He fumbles for it, lifting the phone and holding it over me once more.
“We need the money shot,” I say. “I’d hate to break the contract.”
He swallows and then gasps when I pull him back inside. He’s not touched me since this started, but now his hand is in my hair, tangling gently as he guides me up and down his hard shaft. I gag as the head enters my throat, my mouth dripping, the wetness spurring me on. Saliva falls from his cock to my bent knees as I suck him harder and deeper. My cheeks hollow out, my tongue dragging up the underside of him, along that pulsing vein .
I feel when he starts to come, the way his balls draw up slightly, his dick jumping against my tongue.
“I’m com—” he gasps and his fingers tighten against my scalp almost painfully. I feel his release hit me. I hold it on my tongue as I pull off, that warm salty cum spreading across my tastebuds before I spit it out into my palm.
I look up and he’s watching me, his body lax, his eyes almost closed.
“You’re right. You were good at that,” he finally whispers, and I huff out a small laugh, realizing my throat is slightly sore.
“I told you. I’m good at everything, kitten.”
I wipe off my hand with a towel and pick up my phone, seeing that it’s still recording, so I stop it and send the video to the twins. As I stand up, I watch Viktor lick his lips when he sees my stiff dick.
“You want it?” I ask, and he nods, beginning to open his mouth, but I just shake my head.
“Not your mouth. Not this time. You have such pretty legs.”
I shove him back and grab the lube from the side table, wetting my dick, which makes Viktor pant.
“What are you going to do?” he asks, his pink hole contracting slightly as I stare down at it.
He thinks I’m going to fuck him.
Silly kitten.
I lift his legs and throw them over my shoulders. Grabbing his muscular thighs, I squeeze them together and slot my cock where they’re joined, pushing through with a groan. I don’t need much to get me there. Sucking him off did it for me. So I just fuck his thighs, the veins in my arms bulging, my face turning to find his skin and biting at it roughly as I bring myself closer and closer to the edge.
“Please, Luca. Luca ,” he groans as he pushes forward, wanting more. He’s such a whore for it.
“You want it, slut?”
“Yes. Yes . ”
That’s all it takes. His admission, the way he pants my name. I unload onto his chest with a roar.
As I watch my release sink into the crevices of his abdomen, I can’t help but reach down and drag the mess up to his nipples, swirling it around those pink, puckered nubs.
“So fucking pretty in my mess.”
“Oh god,” he whispers as his legs drop from my shoulders, and I fall onto him, kissing him roughly. His legs tangle behind my back and my hands fist his hair, the two of us rolling around on the bed, pulling the sheets off the edge of the mattress, making a mess of it all. We do this until we’re ready to go again. Reaching between us, I jack us both off until we’re both frothing and panting like dogs in heat.
And finally, when we’re done, I pull him against me and tuck him into my chest.
“So, so good for me.”
“Mm,” he murmurs, half-asleep already.
“Yes, baby, sleep.”
He sighs and drifts off, happy and satiated. I push my face into his neck and inhale.
Mine , my heart thinks.
Always mine.