Chapter 7
7
ANTHONY
I have the ability to turn things—thoughts, feelings—on and off. In all aspects of my life. I have to in order to get things done, to live with my choices and actions.
The only time in my life that I found it hard was with my late wife, Laura, and those sacred times when I was intimate with her. I let myself feel, let myself show how I felt about her, how I loved her.
When my sons were born, I cried.
When I laid my wife to rest, I broke down alone.
And now with Tatum…
For some reason, I feel the urge to flip the switch and let myself experience him.
After getting him off, I see his eyes travel down to my crotch, looking for traces that I’m into this as much as he is. But I never let myself feel things.
Feeling is a weakness.
And yet…
I glance across the gardens from my window, bright with the midday sun, and see Luca making his way toward Tatum and Angelo.
I took care of Tatum again this morning, rubbing cream all over him and then rubbing my hand across his dick, listening with rapt attention as he panted and begged.
I’m slightly addicted to this.
And I don’t know why.
I’ve just always felt very protective of him, despite him doing everything to get under my skin. Maybe it’s the way he isn’t afraid of me that’s made me curious. Bigger, stronger men have been scared of me, but not him.
And I could hurt him with a flick of my wrist.
Not that he seems to care.
He spends every chance he can pushing my buttons.
I watch as Luca comes to a stop next to Tatum, who is chattering away at Teddy as he listens intently. Angelo is farther away in the garden, picking flowers and planting bulbs under the watchful eye of Casey.
My gaze slides back to Luca, taking a seat next to Tatum and grinning at him.
He’s far too charming for his own fucking good , I think as I grind my teeth together. He always has been. Though he’s the same age as me, his light brown hair, smooth skin, and playful attitude have always made him appear younger.
Of course Tatum grins back, his straight, white teeth flashing, his hand reaching out and shaking Luca’s. They hold on to each other for a little too long, if you ask me. There was no need for a handshake in the first place.
And Luca should be here with me, planning how to protect everyone in my employ and in my family while also taking down the Fallen Aces, once and for all.
Diablo is already taken care of. I’ve paid for him and Skylar to fly to Wales and spend time by the sea. It’s remote enough that no one would look for them there.
But Angelo…
I run a hand across my jaw, feeling the urge to drink, but I shut it down.
Since Tatum appeared in my life, I’ve felt slightly out of control. Then again, he knows just how to push me. Even Laura didn’t know how to do that.
She was far too sweet, just like Angelo.
But Tatum knows how to get my blood flowing.
I watch as he laughs at something Luca says, and I feel something boil up within me.
Jealousy.
Something I haven’t felt until he came into my life.
Even with Laura, I wasn’t that possessive. After all, she had Luca as well. He loved her just as much as I did, and she loved us both equally. Sharing her came naturally.
But for some reason, the thought of Luca coming to love Tatum too…
I turn around and stride out of the house, Viktor following me closely. I’m going to need to hire more guards as things escalate with the Aces.
That or my plan to use Angelo will have to come to fruition.
I shut my feelings down regarding that issue, flipping the switch as my legs carry me down the gravel path straight to where Tatum and Luca are conversing. Teddy’s gaze swivels to me for a moment before he continues scanning the horizon.
Good man.
He knows his job and his place.
Luca, however…
“Oh, look who it is,” Luca says with a grin when he sees me approach. “How am I not surprised by this?”
He grins up at me, and I see mischief bubbling in those dark gray eyes.
“Oh, hello, Anthony. Didn’t notice you there,” Tatum says, his cheeks slightly pink. Oh, he saw me. He noticed me.
I made him notice me this morning, when my fist was wrapped around his dick. He cried my name when he burst into my hand.
“Luca, we have important matters to discuss,” I say, thinking about sending him on another international flight just to get him away from Tatum. Although, that would be a bad idea. I need him here.
I need him by my side.
Just not at Tatum’s side.
“I thought our meeting with Raphael was after lunch.”
“I’ve moved it up.”
“Well, Boss, I can’t accommodate the new schedule. I currently have plans with Tatum here.”
Viktor shifts next to me, his knuckles cracking. He can’t stand Luca. I know that Luca’s disrespect is making him want to throw punches.
Not that I’d allow that between coworkers.
No, I’ll deal with Luca in my own way.
Tatum glances up at me and grins, the bruise around his eye still so pronounced, and yet the ointment that Agatha gave me has been working.
In a few days, those bruises will be completely gone.
“And what are these plans?” I ask, holding my hand out to stop Viktor from moving forward and grabbing on to my right-hand man.
“Well, Tatum asked me to take him to see his friend, Ben.”
My nostrils flare as I take a deep breath. “No, absolutely not. Ben can come here.”
Tatum sighs, and Luca runs a hand over his mouth, trying not to smile. That fuck. He knows exactly what he’s doing.
“I’d really like to get out of the house.”
“You are out of the house,” I say, pushing my hands into my pockets.
“Yes, but confined to these gardens. I mean, perhaps if I could go down into the?—”
“No.”
He rolls his lips between his teeth. “But I’m so very curious.”
Luca lets out a small chuckle, and I glower at him. Perhaps I should let Bane loose on him.
“I think Tatum and Bane would get on well,” Luca says, making my eye twitch.
“Oh, who’s Bane?” Tatum asks, and I see Teddy shift on his feet. Seems even this is making the big man nervous.
“No one,” I snap. “Luca.”
Luca leans back against the bench and crosses one leg over the other.
“Yes, Boss?”
“Perhaps I should send you down to see him. Let him experiment on you,” I threaten, not thinking my words through. I never do that. I’m always methodical. I’m always so careful.
Tatum shifts next to Luca and then meets my gaze. “Now I really want to meet him. Can I?”
“No.”
“But why not?”
Why not? Because Bane would become obsessed with him too. That’s why. Because Tatum is overwhelming.
He’s too much.
Bane would gobble him up, just like everyone else seems to have done.
“Because I said so.”
Tatum turns to Luca. “That only makes me want to meet him more, don’t you think?”
Luca grins and eyes me, looking unrepentant for his part in this. Viktor has steam coming out of his ears, but he remains quiet.
“No Bane. Call Ben and have him come here. You’re not leaving the premises.”
He sighs and then turns to Luca. “And how am I supposed to get laid if I can’t leave?”
I clench my jaw. He’s getting off just fine with me. He doesn’t need to get laid.
“Well, there are plenty of option—” Luca begins, but I cut him off again.
“No. I’ve already told him no. No fucking the bodyguards.”
Luca nods and then uncrosses his legs. “Yeah, that makes sense. We have to be on the lookout for?—”
I snap, my temper rising. “Luca, we’re leaving. Now.”
He sighs and stands, reaching down and touching Tatum gently on the shoulder.
“Meet again later?” he asks, and Tatum nods, his cheeks pink.
I don’t fucking know what Luca is doing, but it stops now.
“Sorry about that. You know I can’t help but rile you up,” Luca says, his thumb casually scrolling through his phone as he speaks. We’re in the back of the SUV being driven by Viktor to the outskirts of town where we’ll meet with Raphael about his shipments.
“I’d prefer it if you didn’t undermine me in front of Tatum. He’s already bad enough.”
“He’s something,” Luca says with a grin, and I reach over and grab his phone from him.
“No.”
Luca stares at me, and I can see his lips twitching. “I know.”
“No, you don’t know. No. Tatum.”
He nods and then holds his hand out toward me for his phone. “Give me my phone back. I promise to behave.”
I slap it into his palm and turn my gaze back toward the front of the SUV.
I know I could send someone else to do this, but I like to stay involved. I like to know exactly what’s going on with the inventory. Especially now with the Fallen Aces really gunning for us. They’ve always been a thorn in my side, but now they’ve taken it personally.
They want to burn me to the ground.
“Almost there, Boss,” Viktor says as he turns down a narrow street.
We bump along, the wheels catching in some potholes as we go. Luca doesn’t seem bothered by it, just eyes his phone once more.
“You know what you’re going to do about Mikhail?” Luca asks suddenly, and I stare out the window at the buildings.
He means Mikhail Ivanov, a powerful Russian mafia boss who runs things on the East Coast. And the one I’m currently considering for Angelo.
For protection, for his safety, if nothing else. Joining our families would be the smart thing to do.
But the thought of it makes my head pound.
My sons are what I cherish over all else.
I don’t make decisions like this lightly, despite what Tatum may think.
“No. I don’t,” I reply.
“Here, Boss,” Viktor says, turning the car off and stepping out. He opens the car door for us, closing it slightly on Luca when he gets out, making him stumble and lose his footing.
“Oh, fuck off, Vik. How old are you? Goddamn,” Luca grumbles, but Viktor ignores him.
And I do too. I’m already sliding out around him and walking up the stairs to the warehouse, Raphael and his men waiting for us near the entrance. They look imposing with their dark clothes and guns slung over their shoulders.
“You made it,” Raphael says, holding the door open for me. He’s a bigger man than me, with a barrel chest and graying hair. He’s been around since before I could even remember. He worked with my father and will be around long after I’m gone, I’m sure. He’s indispensable and loyal as fuck. And he’s currently the one running the cocaine side of things.
It’s not technically associated with my name or my businesses, at least not on paper.
But it’s mine all the same.
“Thank you for accommodating the change of time.”
“Anytime, Boss. That’s what I’m here for. Hey, Luca. Good to see you.” He reaches out and shakes his hand, pumping roughly once before letting go. “Alright. I have the paperwork for you, as requested.” He hands me a stack of papers and then nods to his left, the door swinging shut behind us. “Right this way.”
Raphael leads us down a small hallway, three other men with guns following along beside us. We can never be too careful, and Raphael is slightly paranoid when it comes to his men and their safety.
I flip through the paperwork as we make our way down a corridor and into the main room, my eyes shifting to the assembly lines, people and machines working to package up the cocaine and get it ready for shipment.
Yes. Yes, I know this makes me a bad man.
But I couldn’t give a fuck what people think.
This is how I provide for my family, and I do it as honestly as possible.
My business is high-end stimulants, but most of my money comes from cocaine and the occasional arms shipment. But the designer drugs are the way of the world now that weed is becoming legal.
“We plan on getting this out tonight. The dock workers are ready to help us transport it,” Raphael says.
“Wonderful,” I reply, walking up to a few of the men and women working the lines and shaking their hands. I like to do this, to let them see my face and speak with me. I may be running an illegal operation, but that doesn’t mean I don’t see my employees as people. They have families, lives of their own. I care about them.
It’s why I have this place so heavily guarded. Not only for my product, but for the people who are in Raphael’s employ. I want them to go home every night to their families.
I want them to be with the people who matter the most.
“A sample for you is right this way,” Raphael says, leading me toward his small office. I follow him inside, with Luca right behind me. On his desk is a pierced block of cocaine, the white powder spilling from it.
I’ve never been one for drugs myself. Luca however…
I nod at my right-hand man, and he sticks his finger directly into it, lacking any and all finesse. This is not like the movies. There’s no slick use of a knife. Luca just twirls his finger around like he’s searching for his prostate before pulling it out and bringing it to his nose.
He snorts some and then rubs it along his gums, his eyes rolling back into his head, smacking his lips with a smile.
“Yeah, mhm. The good stuff. Like coming home.”
I eye him and then take a small hit myself. My mouth tingles, and I feel a small burst of adrenaline as soon as I rub it across my gums.
Yeah, it’s the good stuff. Quality.
Raphael did well. But then, of course he did. He has always done a great job when it comes to this.
“When is the next supply supposed to be in?” I ask, and Raphael pulls out his phone, sliding his thumb across the screen.
“May—”
A shout. Gunshots. Followed by panicked screams. I hear the rapid fire of automatic weapons and the pang of bullets hitting metal and bone.
My body flares with adrenaline, and not from the cocaine but from the pure fury that rises up within me. How dare they.
How fucking dare they.
Luca and I crouch low inside the office, our guns pulled from our jackets. Raphael is grabbing a gun from his desk drawer, his cheeks flushed, his chest heaving.
He looks ready to murder.
Someone got in through his defenses.
He’s not going to let this go lightly.
“You think it’s the Aces?” Luca asks, and I nod, feeling my heart pumping wildly in my chest.
“It has to be.”
“We don’t know for sure until we get one of them,” Raphael says, always the voice of reason, even in the midst of chaos. “And I don’t fucking know how they got in.”
“Probably a mole,” Luca says, and Raphael huffs. He doesn’t like that. Not at all. The fact that something slipped past him. He hates it.
He’s probably going to offer to resign over this.
Not that I’ll let him. He’ll resign when he dies.
“Enough. Let’s go,” I snap, nodding to the door. Luca looks at me, a pang moving through his eyes. It’s always like this when we’re in a situation where we could die. I love him like a brother, he loves me as well. We’ve shared so much together, and it could all be over.
With a tilt of my chin he heads out. Raphael follows. I’m last, our bodies shielded by a large shipping container just outside the office. Gunshots continue to ring out, cries and shouts echo off the metal walls. Smoke billows around, white powder in the air.
I’m inhaling it. Cocaine.
Pure cut. Perfection.
Bursts of adrenaline hit my system, and I pull my handkerchief from my pocket and wrap it around my face. Luca and Raphael are doing the same, their eyes wide, pupils dilating.
Fuck.
We’re all getting high on this shit. That’s not fucking good.
We need to focus. I need to kill all the assholes who made their way into my space unannounced.
I motion to move forward, and we do, my stance still crouched as we move toward the sounds of gunfire.
“Get that shit!” someone yells.
“Find him!” another responds.
Raphael shakes his head and stands, firing off shots as quickly as he can, and Luca and I follow suit, our aim rarely missing our targets. Bodies fall, the gunshots diminishing as we take everyone out.
Everyone who shouldn’t be here.
The ones who came in and tried to destroy me and what I’ve built.
“Go!” I shout to Raphael, who is moving away from our spot and shooting off rapid fire. Luca is beside him, reloading with a flick of his wrist and taking out two more people.
I don’t even know how many of them there are, but enough to cause significant damage.
Something hits me in the arm, but the adrenaline moving through me cuts off any and all feeling. I’ll deal with it later.
I reload and continue aiming, my eyes narrowed through the smoke and white dust floating through the air.
I feel something trickle down my side as I move away from the barrier protecting me and take someone out, the bullet hitting them in the chest.
They’re dressed in black tactical gear with Kevlar, so I aim my gun for his head.
Without a second thought, I pull the trigger, moving past him as he slumps to the ground. I glance to my right and see Luca strangling someone, blood dripping from his face. With another careful, steady aim from my gun, I blow that person to smithereens.
No one touches what’s mine.
“We’re good!” Raphael suddenly calls, and Luca lets the man dangling in his arms fall to the ground.
I wipe at my blurring eyes, seeing the carnage around me. Bodies, parents who won’t go home to their kids, wives and husbands who won’t go home to their spouses. Ruined inventory scattered around the floor. Millions of dollars gone.
“I’m going to kill every last one of them,” I mutter, my eyes wet from the drugs still in the air. I’m so fucking high.
I move through the chaos, shouting orders behind my makeshift mask, standing over the still-writhing body of a man I cut down just minutes ago.
Shame he’s still alive.
“Who do you work for?” I ask, taking in his attire, my booted foot on his chest. I see nothing that would identify him, which is smart.
Smarter than those assholes should be.
The man opens his lips, blood pooling at the corner of his mouth, and he smiles crookedly at me.
“Do you work for the Aces?” I ask, my eyes narrowing as I try and decipher what he’s saying. He chokes, coughs, offering me nothing of value. Well then , I think as I sigh and aim my gun right at his head.
He’s better off dead. My finger squeezes the trigger. Bits of his head explode, like a watermelon hitting stone steps, and some unfortunately lands on my pants.
Well, that’s tragic.
I lean down and brush it off with the barrel of my gun before making my way across the room to Luca, who is currently interrogating another fallen man with Viktor by his side. I watch as the man says something and Luca rolls his eyes, sighs, and then lifts the gun to the man’s head, pulling the trigger without another thought.
He stands up, letting the body plunk backward, and glances my way.
“Yeah, Fallen Aces. Those fuckers. I knew it.”
“Shit. Time to burn it down,” Raphael says, surveying everything we lost.
“It’s fucking time.”
Viktor is angry, his jaw working back and forth as he drives us back to the house. I can see it in the way he steers the vehicle, his knuckles almost white, his shoulders tense.
Luca, on the other hand, is grinning, his fingers working his shirt open as he leans back casually, his gun on his lap.
“Seems the Aces, and more specifically, Douglas Kennedy, want out of the weed business after all. Although, shooting out part of our supply chain might not have been the smartest move,” he says with a chuckle. “Doug. What a fucking douche. Have you seen his mustache? Looks fucking pervy.”
“Hm, yes. No one said they were smart, and no one said Douglas wasn’t a perv.”
“You’re telling me,” he says with a wide grin. “How long have they been trying to move their business over to the designer drug side of things?” He snorts and then waggles his eyebrows at me. “The fun side, I mean.”
“For over a year now. Ever since weed sales have declined because of decriminalization. They need to find a way to boost their revenue. And we’ve cornered the market in this part of the country.”
“Hell yeah, you have. My man.” He holds out his fist to bump mine but then drops it when he realizes I’ll do no such thing.
I eye my friend and run a hand across my jaw. “And since we took out the people at their bar, they now have a personal vendetta.”
“Guess so. Seems they’re not the smartest cookies either.”
“No, not at all. They’re sloppy, but relentless. Like bugs.”
“Ugh. I hate fucking bugs. Especially spiders. Wanna kill them all.”
He shudders and then holds up his gun, pretending to shoot at the floor.
“Put your gun down,” Viktor bites out from the front seat, and Luca grins.
“Aw, baby, don’t be mad. Not everyone can have a bodyguard like you to kill those creepy little fuckers for me. And you look so damn good when you do it too.”
Viktor scoffs, his eyes meeting mine in the rearview mirror. I can see the flush on his cheeks, and I file that away for later. I had no idea Viktor killed spiders for Luca.
Fucking ridiculous.
Luca grabs a cigarette from his pants pocket and lights it up, blowing it from the corner of his mouth.
“Nothing like cocaine and cigarettes, amiright? Especially after that shootout. Got my blood pumping.”
Viktor rolls his eyes and then moves his gaze back to the road.
“So, who do you think the mole is?” Luca asks.
“No fucking clue. But we’ll be on the lookout.”
“Yeah, good plan. Want me to look at hiring more people to man the properties?”
“Yes.”
“And what about the house?”
“We should be fine, but then again, we’ll have to see how they retaliate.”
“Want to risk it?”
“I don’t want them to think we’re afraid,” I reply and then fiddle with the ring on my finger, spinning it around and around. “I don’t want them to think they’ve gotten to me.”
“Yeah, don’t want them to think you’re running scared. Maybe we should have Bane send them a little present.”
I eye my friend and nod. “Have him do that. Let him pick.”
Luca grins and pats my shoulder. “Will do, Boss. Will do.”
When I finally get home, I’m still riding the high of the cocaine. My veins are zinging with the after effects. I’m exhausted, but the adrenaline rush is keeping me going. I make my way to Doc’s office on my property, letting him clean and stitch me up, placing a waterproof bandage on over the wound on my arm.
He eyes me sadly when Luca relays what happened.
He’s made visits to my workers, he knows some of them personally.
I can see the fire in his serious eyes before I finally make my way out and back toward the house.
Luca and I will discuss more in detail how to proceed from here, after the drugs have left our bodies.
I need a shower before I can do any such thing.
My feet carry me across the lawn to the front door, and I see Tatum sitting on the porch, a book near him, a laptop on his thighs.
His eyes sweep over me, taking in my exposed torso and the blood which has dried on my arm.
The laptop snaps shut, and he pushes himself to his feet.
“Oh my god, what happened to you?” he asks, moving toward me. His hands press against my chest, and I feel the zing of his touch all the way to my toes.
Or maybe that’s the cocaine.
I’m not sure.
“You’re bleeding.”
“I’m stitched up,” I say as he removes the ruined shirt from my shoulder and stares at the patch on my arm.
“Why the hell are you stitched up?” he asks, his eyes meeting mine.
I feel my heart pounding in my chest, galloping out of control.
I need fucking control.
With a blink, I step around him, letting his hands fall from me, and stalk toward the stairs. I really need a fucking shower and a nap.
In that order.
No Tatum. None.
But if I thought walking away would stop him, I was wrong. He follows me, huffing and puffing as he tries to meet my strides.
“Honestly, slow down, daddy long legs. Jesus,” he says as he follows me into my room. He doesn’t even hesitate, doesn’t ask, but then again, why did I think he would? Nothing’s ever stopped him before.
“You need to leave,” I say as I move toward the bathroom and flip on the water.
He eyes me, pursing his lips.
“No thank you. I’m going to supervise and make sure you’re safe. It’s obvious you lost a lot of blood. You could faint.”
He waves his hands all around and then lets them flop to his sides, placing them on his hips and looking out into the main room.
“And then when you’re safe, I’m going to snoop. Because I’m going to be honest, Anthony. I’ve been dying to look in your room.”
I unbutton my pants and pull the zipper down, making Tatum’s eyes flash down to my crotch. He swallows and shamelessly adjusts his hardening cock.
“I’d like my privacy.”
“Tough tits, big man. I’m not leaving.”
And instead of leaving, he moves toward me, helping me drag my pants down my thighs.
“Careful. There’s brain on my shoes.”
Tatum glances up at me and purses his lips. “Seems I may need a shower then too.”
He unlaces my shoes and helps me take them off, as well as my socks and pants. My underwear is last. The way he drags his fingers across my skin as he pulls them from me makes that switch inside of me slip up just a little.
“There,” he says, pushing himself up, breathless. “Good to go.”
I eye him, my chest squeezing slightly. He’s still dressed, but his cheeks are flushed, his lips slightly wet and red from where he’s bitten them. I shouldn’t look so long and hard, but I can’t help it. It’s the drugs. My senses are heightened, that switch sitting precariously between on and off.
My dick twitches between my legs.
I turn and move toward the steaming shower, stepping beneath the spray and letting the heat of it pierce my skin.
His eyes are on me, I can feel it, the way he devours me with his gaze. I lift my hand to the edge of the shower, grabbing on to the lip where the tile meets the wall. My head leans back, my eyes closing as I let the stream of water hit my chest and roll down my legs.
I try not to think about him out there, watching me.
I’ve never wanted another man, never thought that I’d want to touch one, consume one.
And yet, here I am, wanting to swallow the entirety of him.
“Seriously, what happened today?” he says, moving into the shower behind me. My eyes swivel in my head, lids still closed, trying to even out my breathing. A mere puff and that switch will be flipped.
And who knows what that will mean.
“Really, though, why were you bleeding?” he asks as he takes a step closer to me, his hands brushing along my shoulders. “God, you’re built,” he whispers, a teasing sound that fumbles around in my chest and settles somewhere below my stomach.
Somewhere it shouldn’t.
I feel the tip of his dick hit my ass, and my eyes pop open.
My head twists over my shoulder, and I stare at him, watching as his eyes reverently move across my body. Roaming, searching.
He doesn’t stop until he’s panting.
“I’ll wash you,” he says, his words just whispers. His tongue peeks from between his lips and he licks them. Pink. Plump. Wet.
He reaches around me, his nose bumping into my armpit, and I hear him inhale.
“Oops,” he says and stands up, the squirt of the soap into his palm making my entire body thrum.
I will not flip. Will. Not.
The electric current zips through me as he drags his hands across my back and into my hair. I don’t let my eyes close though, I don’t let myself feel.
And yet, I feel everything .
“Turn around, Boss-man,” he says. With a jerk of his hands on my waist, I move, turning to face him. He lets out a low groan and looks forlornly at his dick.
“Sorry,” he says to it. “You’re getting no action today.”
His eyes flash up to mine, and I stare at him, not giving him any hints.
He nods and swallows. “Right.”
He reaches past me again and grabs the soap before standing and running those soft hands across my chest, spending far too long on my nipples. And then he moves down my arms, first the one that’s injured, carefully skipping past the bandage before threading his soapy fingers between mine.
For a second, it feels like he’s holding my hand, but then a moment later, it’s just a wisp of memory as he moves on to the other arm and does the same thing, dragging my heart right along with him.
When he gets to my waist, he kneels and starts to work on soaping up my legs. He’s methodical, washing every muscle with careful consideration. His head brushes against my semi- hard cock, and the feel of his soft silver hair against me makes something flash through me. A shock, a jolt to my system.
I shouldn’t look down, and yet even as I think it, my hand threads through his silky hair and tugs.
He gasps, his eyes flashing up to meet mine, his lips parting wantonly.
“Anthony, do not tease me,” he whispers, and I feel that flash again, blinding me. “My dick is already at its wits’ end…”
I tug his head toward my dick and feel it perk up when he breathes against it.
A low moan echoes through my skin and settles in my balls. I feel them clench and fill, feel my cock come alive.
It hardens and thickens against his cheek and mouth, and I feel his lips trail across it as it does. I can feel him breathe on me, lick, suck until I’m fully erect and throbbing.
“Oh my god,” he says, his words being washed away down the drain.
I stare at him, mouthing my dick, not sucking me down his throat, but just tasting me. He moves from my side to underneath, to pulling my balls into his mouth and rolling them around his tongue.
He’s good at this, better than he should be.
Anger roils inside of me, possessiveness, a threat to unknown men who have had this as well.
No one should have this but me.
My balls fall from his mouth, and he kisses and licks his way to my tip, his knees moving him directly in front of me, kneeling, submissive, and yet, I know he’s anything but.
My fingers tighten in his hair for a second before I release him completely, moving my arm up to grab on to the side of the glass shower wall. I stand there, my legs parted, my arms holding me upright, my dick straining out in front of me.
Tatum’s eyes hold mine for a minute, waiting, wanting.
Permission.
I don’t say anything, just watch as he presses his lips to my tip, his tongue snaking out and licking across my slit. A low moan escapes him, as if this is the best thing he’s ever tasted, as if this is his dream come true.
When he falls onto my dick, I feel that switch flip completely.
And I’m lost.