Chapter 7
There were only a few ways I could fuck Kalen without it blowing back on me, and my favorite idea was to get him to resign.
To have him employed, to exploit the natural dynamic of being his boss.
I wanted to sink my teeth into all of him, just enough to leave a mark and suck up a bruise.
Kalen was a submissive, a sassy one. I suppose trying to get him to quit his job as a federal agent wasn’t the way to go, but I needed him, and I needed him within the next hour, before I was called to meet my brothers—or they came here.
Unlatched from the wall, Kalen massaged his wrist and glared at me. I waited for him to run or attempt to leave. But he didn’t. He jumped into my arms, and I held him like I would a baby.
“What are you waiting for?” he asked.
“Ask me again nicely.”
Kalen had a glint in his eye. “Take me to bed, Daddy.”
I’d been referred to by a lot of titles, especially by some of the more eager twinks and twunks I’d brought home.
However, none of them compared to Kalen.
A submissive with a coveted job that could get him killed.
And I really fought hard against the idea and notion that he was going to fuck me over.
Not when he was in my bed, swallowed in the marshmallow plump bedspread and duvet.
“This is your bedroom?” he asked, as I turned the light on.
It was a very basic room. My bed against the brick wall, two nightstands, and where the posts of the bed were was a railing with smaller bolts from which metal chains dangled.
They were ready for a new host to occupy them.
But I think I wanted Kalen to use both of his hands.
I threw him onto the bed. He shuffled up to the pillows, arms spread wide. “You said earlier, it doesn’t count if you do it to me,” I said.
Lifting his head, his brows drew together. “Yeah, because you didn’t want to touch me,” he said. “You know this is purely sexual for me. I haven’t had sex in over a month. I’m good at keeping my feelings out of it.”
He was making it easier, and yet my fucking brain wasn’t letting me.
But my heart, my dick, all that other shit, was telling me to tear his clothes right off him and then I could tear right into his body as well.
I didn’t want to be the person who was ousted from the family for doing something like fucking a Fed, but I also didn’t want to be the person who let this opportunity pass me by.
The opportunity which could easily be taken away by either Santo or Tomaso—they wouldn’t hesitate to remove him.
I climbed across him like a snake and kissed at the exposed skin on his neck, my hands going up his shirt, pushing it up until he was also tugging his T-shirt free.
I was eager to get into him, completely naked, completely vulnerable, and unless he was recording me from something internal, I was safe to say whatever I wanted with him
“Undress me,” I said once he was naked beneath me, only wearing a pair of tight black briefs. They hugged his ass so tightly. I gave it a spank and it barely moved.
We switched to where he was on top of me, and I was in the vulnerable position.
He undressed me, just like he was commanded to, and then he began kissing me.
His mouth soft, his tongue wet, he was doing exactly what I’d done to him.
Leaving his marks, little, often, just soft enough not to draw blood.
A pain that made me wince and grab at the marshmallow plump bedding around me.
It was heaven, up until he reached my cock.
“What are you gonna do?” I asked.
“What do you want me to do, Daddy?” he asked, pulling his shoulders and arms in, as if he was forcing himself to look meek and petite.
I wanted to fuck that face, and then do a number on his body, but I needed him to do it to me. I needed him to decide. “Consider me your playground,” I said, pushing my hands behind my head. “And do whatever you want.”
He laid his head down on my chest, then pushed it up until his face was in front of mine. “And what if I want to put you in cuffs and leave?”
I kissed him, the enemy. “I have people outside, watching the apartment. You leave and they don’t hear from me, well, that wouldn’t be fun.”
“Has anyone ever told you how much they want to both hit you and kiss you?”
Smacking my lips, I shook my head. “Guess you’re the first,” I said. “Are you gonna . . . or is all this foreplay for nothing?” It was probably the weirdest foreplay we’d both ever had, but I liked having a clear conscience by letting him fuck himself with my dick.
“I’m still trying to figure out if you’re gonna let me go after?”
Flicking my hands out and rising onto my elbows, I stared him in the eyes, like looking down the barrel of a shotgun. “I’m not going to coerce you or force you into sex, really,” I said. “If you’re not into it, we—”
This time he pressed a finger to my mouth, hushing me. “I’m into it,” he said, and his thumb tucked into my waistband, sliding across the front of my waist, making contact with my cock. “But I want you to know that fucking isn’t me quitting, and it isn’t me becoming your assistant.”
“Even fake assistant?” I asked. “Like you’re my fake bartender.
” We’d really tried our best to toe the gray area of whatever was happening here, and neither of us wanted to overstep into the dark area where consent was in the air.
Even if I was trying not to be active in this, I wanted him, but in a way I could tell people we’d had sex, but he was the one touching me.
After about five minutes of him teasing my cock and licking my skin, his tongue on my nipples and seeking out every one of the zones on my body that curled my toes and made moans burst through my pursed lips, I took over.
He knew what I’d tried doing, and he was clearly not going to let me get away with it.
I was overthinking it, we both were.
I grabbed him by the waist, turned him over onto his stomach, head down into the pillow, ass up in the air, and those tiny little black briefs came right down his thighs.
Two peachy plump cheeks stood between me and his hole.
Spreading his ass cheeks, I pushed higher on my knees above him, and I dropped the collected saliva from my tongue, landing it perfectly on his bullseye.
“You’re gonna use a condom, right?” he asked.
“Of course,” I said. “But first, I’m going to eat.
” I squeezed both cheeks, then I pulled them apart and pressed them together, watching my spit that had collected.
I reached under his ass, feeling his balls, so small they could fit in the palm of one hand—maybe even in my mouth.
I grabbed his hard cock, pressed against his abdomen, straight as an arrow.
I tugged on it slightly and let it ping back with a tiny whack. “Very excited, huh?”
“I think I’ve been hard for hours,” he said, turning his head the other way.
“Keep that back arched,” I said.
“Yes, Daddy.”
I almost bit my tongue as he said it. It was a loaded word, Daddy, and if it’s what he needed, then it’s what I was going to give him. “Good boy,” I said, sliding a hand down from his ass into his perfectly sloped arch. “I bet you were very well-liked in college.”
“This is just the tip of what I can do,” he said. “Because I was also well-liked throughout training too.”
Dipping my head, I was desperate for a taste.
He was delicious, and my tongue couldn’t get enough.
Across his hole, down his taint, I played with his balls too, feeling him shuffle back up against me and give out some adorable giggle moan.
My hands continued to pull his cheeks apart, as if he would split down the middle at any moment.
I was devouring him, and each time he moaned, it made my tongue press harder, my lips pull his skin up into my mouth and leave little dots, centered around my quickly vanishing teeth marks.
My cock was still stretched inside my boxers, only briefly making contact with his hand, and since I’d started playing with his body, he began begging for a second chance. No longer wanting to tease or test me, he was ready to finally taste me, even if I wasn’t done with tasting him.
“Please,” he begged into the pillow.
“And what do you call me?”
“Daddy.”
I thrust my hips into his ass, almost sending him flying into the wall. “Good boy.”
After another big-eyed plea, he got what he wanted—the way we originally were, with me on my back, his lips dripping with saliva, and his fingers clawing at the waistband of my boxers, pulling them down slowly with my cock with it.
He was getting all excited for it to spring back up at him like some type of jack-in-the-box.
And I was ready to jack in his sweet little box.
Thwip!
He giggled at the surprise, his eyes fixed on my dick, blinking wildly.
“Can I suck it?” he asked. I raised a brow.
And he corrected himself. “Can I suck it, Daddy?” This was the game we were playing now, and he was the one who’d initiated it.
I could’ve gotten behind anything, but the ring to Daddy was like a little blue pill.
The side effects, however, were insatiable throbs and an immediate need to bury myself in him.
“I demand you suck it,” I said, and he wasted no time.
“Good boy.” Hands behind the back of my head, I closed my eyes to the sound of his mouth treating my dick like the best popsicle.
And my words only made him go deeper, go harder, trying his best it seemed, and it explained a lot because he struck me as an overachiever.
Kalen was resourceful. He sat on my chest, not close enough for me to suck on his cock, though, as he reached into the nightstand.
He grabbed a strip of condoms from the selection lying in the drawer.
He pulled at one with a big smirk. “I’m not gonna ask,” he said.
The question didn’t need to be asked. He was clearly thinking about how active my sex life was.