Chapter 3
CHAPTER THREE
Spade
Fuck me. Soren was draining my brain right out through my cock. It felt good. Too good. The best head I’d ever been given, and now I was worried I wouldn’t want anyone else’s mouth on me.
I was already picturing other things we could do together, and the visions had my balls drawing up like I was a teen watching his first porn.
“Goddamn, that feels good,” I told him.
His gaze swept up to mine, and the desire I saw in his eyes nearly had me swallowing my tongue.
Reaching out, I ran a finger over his top lip, which was locked around my cock.
Hell, I liked seeing his mouth on me.
Dammit, I probably should have kissed him first.
Sliding my fingers into his hair, I gripped and pulled him off and up so I could duck down and claim that sinful mouth. He groaned into the kiss as it grew dirty—nipping and sucking and licking.
Fucking hell, I could get used to this.
Him.
His hair was like damn silk. His lips soft and firm. His body hard and muscled.
Nothing like I was used to touching or kissing or lusting after.
Yet, with him, with Soren, I couldn’t get enough.
I wanted to feel what it was like to slide my cock into his ass.
I wanted to hear the noises he’d make.
Suddenly, he broke the kiss, looked at me, and then dove back down to choke on my cock, taking it all the way down and swallowing around it.
“Jesus,” I hissed. “Your mouth.”
He pulled off my dick, saliva dribbling before he swiped the back of his hand across his lips. He smirked. “Do you like it, Spade?”
“Fuckin’ love it,” I told him.
He leaned up to kiss and lick at my neck, where he moaned against my racing pulse. He went back to lavishing attention on my cock, and it was a bit embarrassing how I wasn’t going to last.
Soren moaned around my dick, bobbing up and down like he wanted a gold medal.
Hell, I’d give him one too.
Sweat pooled at the back of my neck before a thrill raced down my spine.
“Shit, gonna come,” I warned. When he didn’t lift off, I fisted his hair so I could watch him drink me down.
With a low groan, I unloaded my seed into his warm, wet mouth, and he devoured it like it was his special treat.
He left me panting and wanting more.
When he lifted himself off me with a smirk, I tugged him in for another kiss and noticed, before our mouths touched, how wide his eyes were.
Maybe he thought I wouldn’t want to go near his mouth after he’d swallowed my cum.
He was wrong. I wanted to stick my tongue down his throat and lick it out of him.
Fucking Christ, I was quickly becoming obsessed. I couldn’t stop running my hands over his back, his ass.
Breaking the kiss, I panted out, “Need to suck you.”
He groaned and nodded before he stood and undid his pants. He pushed them down, letting his hard cock kick up.
But before I got to have him in my mouth, there was a pounding on the door.
Soren snarled a breath that had me looking up at him and, for a brief second, I thought I saw a couple of sharp, extra-long teeth.
You’re seeing things, idiot.
Soren mumbled something about maiming someone while he bent as if he was going to pull up his pants.
When I cupped his cheek and made eye contact, I told him, “Ignore them.”
There was more banging that near rattled the place.
His jaw clenched before he leaned forward and kissed me quick and hard. “They won’t go.”
I jerked my head back. “You know who it is?”
“I have a guess.” He straightened, redoing his pants. “Wait there for me, please?”
I nodded.
After tucking myself away, I did up my jeans and shifted on the couch to watch him stalk to the door before swinging it open.
“You are not welcome,” he snapped.
Tensing, I tried to see someone outside, but Soren blocked the view.
“It was only a week ago when I was more than welcomed, my darling.”
A week ago?
I snorted at the jealousy that slapped into me.
I stood and went to make my way over as Soren said, “You know it was longer than that. I haven’t seen you in a year, Patrick. Why now?”
All right, I’d stay still to hear what the hell this was.
“Cellie told me you have a pet you’re protective over.”
A pet?
Me?
I shrugged. Hell, I liked the idea of hearing that nickname out of Soren’s lips. He could order me around however he liked while calling me “pet.”
Soren scoffed before he called, “Neil, come here.”
There were heavy footsteps before I heard, “Boss?”
“Why did you allow him up here?”
“Ah… he said you called for him.”
“And you believed him? Go see Roger, Neil,” he ordered.
“But—”
“Now,” Soren clipped. “Joseph.”
“Boss?”
“Escort Patrick from the club and make sure everyone knows he’s not welcome.”
“Darling, you can’t be serious—”
“I told you I was done. Just because someone else has my time doesn’t mean you get to show up to remind me we were anything to begin with.”
I walked closer and saw Soren stiffen just before my gaze swung to the slim, hot guy who was wearing a flowery shirt and black slacks. His hair was long like Soren’s but brown instead of Soren’s white, and while Soren wore his down, this guy had it braided and hanging over his shoulder.
His dark eyes narrowed on me. “Him?” His nose scrunched like he was smelling shit.
“You’ve invited him up here?” His expression cleared, and then he started laughing.
He tried to reach for Soren’s cheek, maybe to pat it, but Soren smacked it away, which flung his arm wide.
Patrick smirked. “Have your fun, darling. I know this won’t last.” With that, he spun and walked away.
“Follow him out, Joseph. Make sure he knows he’s not invited back.” Soren stepped clear of the door before he slammed it closed. He spun my way. “I understand if you wish to leave.”
I cocked a brow. Why did he always think I was going to leave? “Why is your ex showin’ up after a year?”
“He doesn’t want me, and yet he wants me with no one else. At least no one he thinks could lead to a lasting relationship.”
“So I gather he thinks we ain’t gonna last.”
“Correct.”
“Is this just a roll in the sack?” I asked.
My gut clenched at the thought of him saying it was. Originally, I’d been all for a quick tumble in the sheets, but after being here, around Soren, I already knew I wanted more time with him.
He was addictive. I wasn’t done having him in all the ways I wanted.
I wanted this to stick.
For how long, I didn’t have a clue, but for a while at least, because if I thought about anyone else touching Soren, my blood boiled.
That intense feeling was strange, especially for a person I hardly knew, but I wanted to ride this out and see where it could go between us.
However, if Soren didn’t want that…. Christ, the thought made me want to puke.
What the hell was going on with me?
Huh, maybe he did suck my brain out through my cock.
Soren licked his lips and gave me a thin-lipped soft smile. “I would like to see you again.”
Fuck me.
Yes.
Grinning, I winked. “Sounds good to me.” Clapping, I rubbed my hands together. “Now, I wanna get back to suckin’ my first dick.”
He threw his head back and laughed, his soft hair swaying with his mirth. After he got himself under control, he walked up to stop right in front of me and trailed a finger over my jaw. “You are charming.”
I jerked a little, shocked, brows rising. “By telling you I want to suck you?”
His lips twitched. “For breaking me out of my thoughts of going on a murdering spree and making me laugh instead. Which I haven’t done in a long time.”
Smirking, I curled an arm around his waist and tugged him against me. “Baby, you just haven’t had the right people around you.”
He hummed under his breath. “I believe that to be true.”
“I’m the right kinda person for you.”
He grinned. “I’m starting to see that.”
“Good.” I threaded my fingers through his hair and pulled him in. Our lips touched once, twice, just a peck to start with, just a taste, before we opened up to each other and shit got real.
Christ, his mouth was something to write songs about.
I wanted those lips wrapped around my dick again. But it was my turn to show him a good time.
At least I fucking hoped I could.
What had Riker said yesterday?
“It’s like sucking a lollipop, but watch your teeth.” And then he’d used his hand and mouth to act out what he was talking about.
I used to like lollipops when I was a kid.
I could do this.
Nipping his bottom lip, which drew a growl from him that went straight to my cock, I squeezed his ass and ordered, “To the couch.”
His hips swayed as he walked over. He didn’t sit, though. He turned to me and asked, “Can we do it like we were before?”
Before that fucker interrupted us.
“Hell yes.” I sat on the edge of the couch and watched with a fluttering gut as Soren undid his pants again.
His moan had me dragging my gaze up to his. He licked his lips before saying, “The way you’re watching me has me wanting more from you.”
My heart skipped a beat. “What do you need, babe?”
Only Soren didn’t answer right away. He shook his head and slid a hand up and down his cock as he stepped forward. “Next time.”
My gut rolled pleasantly at his words. “You got it.” I glided my hands up the backs of his legs as I dipped to lick his salty tip.
“Spade,” he breathed.
Fucking hell. Hearing my name from his mouth like that was the sweetest sound.
I dove, sucking him all the way in and drawing him out slowly. He moaned, touching my face, neck, and shoulders while I gave him what I hoped was a good blow job.
“God, yes, Spade. The way you’re making me feel.”
I bobbed up and down on his cock. I liked the feel of him in my mouth, and from the sounds he made, he really was enjoying everything I did.
Cupping his balls, I gently rolled and tugged at them. The skin tightened, telling me he was close.
“You’re doing such a good job, pet.”
Lust shot to my dick, and I doubled down my effort while my own cock throbbed.
“Yes, you like that name, don’t you?” He paused. “My little pet.”
I groaned around his dick, sucking and licking faster.
“I’m close,” he warned, giving me a chance to back off, but I was all in. I wanted to taste his seed, drink it down, and have it warm my gut.
I palmed his ass, massaging both globes.
“Spade,” Soren cried, and I felt the first squirt of his cum at the back of my throat.
I swallowed it down and then the rest that shot out of him. Hell, I fucking liked his taste.
Soren pulled free, and I tried to chase for more, wanting every last drop.
He gripped my throat and forced me back, and then he bent to kiss me. Groaning into his mouth, I dragged him down to straddle my lap just as my gut growled.
Soren chuckled. “I forgot you need food.”
Weird.
I shook my head. “Nah, I’m good.”
He slipped from my lap. “Let me call down. We have a kitchen for the hum—employees.”
“As long as you hurry the fuck back. We’re gonna snuggle and watch something before I leave.”
He spun my way, eyes warm. “I would like that very much.”
Smiling, I winked. “Then hurry.”
“I will,” he stated as he slipped away to find his phone.
Yeah, I could definitely get used to this.