Chapter 10
Ten
Rowen
It took everything in me to not outwardly react—to not pin Giancarlo to the fancy penthouse bedroom floor when he dropped to his knees at my command.
Such a good little billionaire.
Having one of the richest men in the city willingly submit was doing things for me. I’d assumed Giano’s pride—his upstanding place in society—would mean he demanded control in the bedroom, but it looked like he wanted me to lead the action.
With pleasure…
This worked out, since I didn’t think my pride would have allowed me to kneel for him, even if we both knew I’d be the one riding his dick later.
Since he doesn’t seem to know jack about bottoming.
Or about much of anything…
“Oh, Moneybaaaags…” I sang as I sloooowly unzipped my pants, chuckling at how his eyes tracked the movement. “You haven’t asked about my status yet.”
His concerned gaze snapped to mine. “S-status? Do you mean you’re… with someone?”
Cute.
“Nope,” I popped the p for emphasis, because I didn’t do relationships.
“I meant asking about my STI status and dates of my last tests.” When he stared blankly at me, I continued—educationally, “I had a full slate done about a week ago and everything came back negative. I’m also on PrEP and had my routine testing for that done at the same time. ”
“That’s… good,” he murmured before returning his undivided attention to my crotch. “Good to know…”
Sigh.
“Giano.” I gripped his chin, forcing him to look up at me. “I know you normally get your rocks off through your fancy sex club where everyone’s tested daily and sent home with a chaser of DoxyPEP, but when you’re out here in the dating swamp, you need to ask and be safe.”
I hadn’t realized how heated I was getting until I noticed the smug little grin spreading across Giano’s face, but I couldn’t help it. The idea of him ending up with the wrong partner…
With any partner.
“Perhaps I should simply limit my activities to my fancy sex club.” He placed his hands on my hips for leverage and leaned forward, rubbing his mouth over my throbbing dick through my briefs while maintaining eye contact. “Or just you.”
Just me.
The unprecedented wave of possessiveness that washed over me was so alarming, I gripped him by the hair and yanked his head back to create some breathing room.
“Behave,” I growled.
The warning was for both of us, because the absolute last thing I needed was to give a shit who this man slept with.
Just like he’d better not think he’s going to dictate what I do.
Weirdly bunched up over hypotheticals, I wrestled myself free one-handed before rubbing my leaking crown over his lips. “You want to choke on my dick that badly, huh?” I taunted, determined to get us back on track. “Been in this position a lot?”
“Yes and… yes,” he gasped, licking up the precum I’d left behind and struggling in my hold to chase for more. His gaze met mine, dazed and desperate. “But never to completion.”
My knee-jerk reaction was a caveman-level need to club him over the head and drag him back to my cave in Chinatown. Fortunately—or unfortunately—learning no one had ever fully claimed him in this way immediately soothed whatever the hell was going on with me.
We’ll blame the 2016 bottle of Chateau whateverthefuck.
“Well then.” I released his hair and gave myself a firm stroke, glaring down at him with a disdain that was really meant for myself. “Get to work, and maybe you can earn my cum.”
I wasn’t usually so rude in the bedroom—shocking, I know—but right now, I was in a mood. Luckily, Giano seemed to like me behaving this way as his pretty eyes momentarily fluttered closed before he leaned forward and confidently licked me from root to tip.
Sweet Jesus!
For some reason, I’d expected this baby gay to be hesitant during his first face-to-face with my cock, but Giancarlo Luxford was apparently in his element.
First he sucked one of my balls into his mouth to roll around on his tongue, then the other, making me grit my teeth to slow down the inevitable.
As if sensing I was already walking a razor’s edge, he changed tactics, sending sparks of pleasure zipping down my spine as he traced every vein on his way up my shaft before wrapping his lips around the head of my dick and sucking like his life depended on it.
All while moaning like an absolute whore.
Sweet. Baby. Jesus.
The clubbing-to-cave fantasy pipeline was now highly possible, because if this man was going to make those sounds just from slobbering on my dick, then I was dangerously close to turning this into a regular hookup.
So much for a one-night stand…
“You’re k-kind of a cock-slut, h-huh?” I choked on air, my breath catching despite my best efforts when he moaned at the degradation. “Do you think you can take all of me?”
I wasn’t porn-sized or anything, but I had some decent length, and enough girth to make things interesting when I topped, which I hoped we could get to eventually and ohmygawd, why was I thinking about seeing him again?
Luckily, Giano chose that moment to swallow me down until his lips brushed my pubic hair—barely gagging, as if he was the porn star on set—and every ounce of my concentration went toward not immediately exploding.
How the hell did no one get to “completion” from this?!
“Fuck,” I gasped, so close to coming my teeth were swimming. “You’d better make up your mind if you want it down your throat or on your pretty face.”
Or all over that expensive shirt…
I had to think very unsexy thoughts after that visual, but then Giano pulled off with another slutty sound, teasing the vee under my crown with his tongue as we both caught our breath. “Anywhere you want, Rowen. Please.”
There was that please again, and any chance for me to behave flew right out the window.
He doesn’t want nice anyway.
“Open wide, Moneybags,” I growled. “Pretend it’s a silver spoon.”
Giano may have tried to laugh, but I was already stuffing my dick down his throat, purring in satisfaction when he finally choked.
There we go.
My victory didn’t last long, as it only took a few mean thrusts before I was groaning low with both hands clutching his hair and my body curled over his, willing myself not to black out as I spilled down his surprisingly skillful throat.
Okay, he definitely earned that…
Just in time, I remembered Giano’s answer, so I pulled out and squeezed the last few drops onto his perfect fucking face.
“You look so good covered in my cum,” I chuckled as I tucked myself away again, loving how messed up his shiny black hair was—how fucked out he looked already. “Was that what you needed, baby?”
The cheesy nickname was out before I could stop it, and even though his eyes widened a fraction of an inch, he blessedly didn’t comment. “Yes,” he replied, his voice deliciously wrecked. “Thank you.”
Thank you?!
I needed to put immediate distance between myself and this man before I did something stupid.
Thankfully, I had the perfect excuse. “You’re welcome.
I’m gonna go prep in the shower really quick.
When I get back, I want to see you naked and on the bed, with your hands far away from your dick. Understood?”
Giano’s subby little expression morphed into pure brat smirk. “Yes, Mr. Quincy.”
Is it too early to spank his ass?
GET A HOLD OF YOURSELF, ROWEN!!!
Spinning on my heel, I stalked into the en suite to do exactly that.
It took a solid ten minutes of just letting the gloriously hot water run over my body before I was calm enough to remove the shower head and prep.
Then I took my sweet time drying off because, damn, the towels were nice, before wrapping myself in a thick robe embroidered with the Luxford Hotel logo and sauntering out of the bathroom again.
Time to enjoy my expensive dessert.
Because that’s all Giancarlo was—a tasty, guilty pleasure that I was determined to savor until this job was over, if only to scratch my ever-present itch to fuck the rich.
In this case, literally.
When I discovered my obedient little billionaire lying on the bed with his hands clenched on the duvet, as naked as the day he was born, I almost considered spending some time licking every inch of him, just to see what else I could convince him to do for me.
I’d already noticed he was bigger than me—not only in height but build—but seeing him without his perfectly tailored suits drove home just how fit he was.
Giano had exactly the amount of muscle I liked.
His arms were toned but not bulging, his pecs defined enough for me to grab onto if necessary, and while he didn’t possess an unnecessary eight-pack, his abs were visible enough to give me something firm for my dick to rub against as I rode him into the mattress.
Speaking of which…
Then my gaze fell on his dick—an absolute monster in length and girth that was blatantly bigger than mine—and my resolve to ruin him for anyone who came after me roared back to the surface, full force.
Better make this one-night hookup count.
“Look who’s being so good for me…” I purred, dropping my robe and crawling onto the bed. “You didn’t touch yourself while I was gone, did you?”
When he frantically shook his head, I snickered, pointedly dropping my gaze again. His dick looked so angry, I couldn’t resist leaning down and dragging my tongue up his full—Jesus, where did it end?—length, relishing both the taste and the cute little whimper I got out of him.
“So you’ve been this hard and needy the whole time I was prepping myself for you?” I continued to tease, tracing his veins and vee, just like he’d done to me.
Whimper for me again.
“Please, Rowen,” he begged, which was even better. “I need to be inside you…”
This could get addicting.
I sat back on my heels, deciding to cut him a break. “All right, since you’ve been such a good boy… Lemme just grab a condom and some lube. I always carry both.”
A hint of a scowl appeared on his face. “You’ll find both in the bedside table.”
Oh, yeah?
Now it was my turn to glare, which was ridiculous for so many reasons, including that I already knew damn well I wasn’t the first piece of ass he’d brought to his secret gay sex hideout.
But I’m sure as shit gonna be the best.
“Sure, Luxford, we can use your stash if you want.” I huffed as I reached over him, making sure my half-hard dick dragged along his as I did so. “I’ve never used a gold-plated condom before.”
He snorted, breaking whatever weird tension had just happened between us. “It’s actually the lube that’s gold.”
I swear to God, if he’s serious…
Unfortunately, he was. To my extreme irritation, I pulled out a bottle of something called Ultimate Gold Luxury Lube, and that feeling only grew after I spread it over both of us and realized, once again, that the rich and all their stupidly expensive things existed solely to taunt me with what I’d never have.
“Hang on tight, Moneybags,” I growled, climbing aboard and lining myself up with his monster cock, thankful for the size of my toys at home. “I’m going to fuck you exactly the way you deserve.”
“Please!” he gasped as I began working my way down his thick shaft. “Please, Rowen—”
“Uh-uh,” I scolded when he tried gripping my waist, slapping his hands onto the mattress above his head and holding them there. “That’s ‘Mr. Quincy’ in the bedroom, because I’m the one in charge.”
I had no idea where the hell this Mr. Quincy business was coming from, but with the way Giano bucked beneath me when I said it, I knew I was scratching an itch for him too.
Let’s play.
“I’m in charge outside of the bedroom too,” I added once he’d bottomed out, slowly rolling my hips to get adjusted, annoyed all over again with how perfectly he filled me up. “And as long as this job lasts, I own you.”
He groaned as I raised up onto my knees and slammed myself down again. “Yes! F-fuck! You… you own me.”
Damn right, I do.
I hadn’t touched anything harder than booze and cigarettes in years, but the pure euphoria vibrating through my system as I started up a nearly psychotic pace—with Giano’s perfect dick tapping my p-spot on every pass—well, it brought me right back to those reckless partying days of my youth.
So. Fucking. Addicting.
Drunk on the power this powerful man was giving me, I leaned down, continuing to ride him hard with my lips centimeters away from his. “Owning you includes owning your dick, by the way. While this job lasts, I’m the only one you’re with—got it?”
What the hell am I even saying?!
Before I could panic with the dick in question lodged deep inside my guts, Giano’s expression went glassy, his gorgeously fit body tensing and trembling beneath me. “Only you… All. Yours…”
Before I could make things worse by kissing him, I buried my face in the crook of his neck, sinking my teeth into his skin as he pumped the condom full, marking him up until I’d found my own release.
All fucking mine.
I waited until I could trust what my face was doing before lifting my head and smirking down at what a mess my buttoned-up little billionaire had become—all tousled hair, sweaty skin, and a dopey expression that pleased me to no end.
Much better.
Sliding off my new favorite plaything, I focused all my attention on removing the condom and tying it up so I didn’t need to think about all the weird, alpha male bullshit that had just come out of my mouth.
Again, I blame the wine.
“Rowen, we—”
“Should talk business, you’re right,” I airily interrupted, because if this man thought he was going to bring up anything else as a topic of discussion, he was sorely mistaken. “Why don’t you take the first shower and I’ll hop in after you. Then we can go over the plan.”
Something flashed over Giano’s face, too fast to identify, before he nodded. “Sure. I’ll… be right back.”
The silence was thick as he gathered his clothes and headed for the bathroom, and I had to restrain myself from yanking on my clothes and hightailing it out of there as soon as I heard the water running.
Deep breaths, Rowen.
You need this job.
Instead of fleeing like I would with any other one-night stand, I wrapped myself in the fancy robe and dragged the hotel cuck chair over to the window.
Ignoring the “No Smoking” sign, I cracked it open and lit up a much-needed cigarette with Giano’s stolen lighter, allowing one of my many vices to calm my nerves.
It’s just business after all.