Chapter 9
9
ANTHONY
M y feet hit the treadmill at a grueling pace, sweat dripping down my forehead and neck. I just got done boxing with Luca and Viktor, and yet I still feel something crawling within me, wanting to escape.
I’ve lost my fucking mind.
My brain conjures up images from last night, flashes of Tatum grinding against me, his cheeks flushed in pleasure.
I let him suck my cock. And suck it he did.
Sucked my logic right out as well. And some of my straightness.
But fuck, he did it so well, and I woke up so relaxed.
Not so relaxed now though. An entire day spanning out before me, endless calls and paperwork. Everyone thinks the mafia is all about guns and sex workers, drugs and parties. No, it’s just endless paperwork. Stacks of it.
It makes my head throb just thinking about it.
And then there’s the issue of Angelo and Mikhail.
And the Fallen Aces coming for everything I’ve worked hard to build. This isn’t the first time that they’ve tried this. But we’ve always dismissed them as a sloppy rival gang who was more of a nuisance than an actual threat. But after the shootout at the warehouse, I’ve been hearing of more attempts at other businesses I’m invested in. Break-ins, hacking, an attempted kidnapping.
Sloppy fuckers, especially now that Douglas Kennedy is in charge. He has some kind of point to prove, now that he’s taken over.
They’ll get what’s coming to them. I’ll make sure of it.
I slap the large red stop button on the machine and grab my water bottle, glugging the cool liquid down before mopping up my face.
“Fuck.”
I’m stressed all over again, it makes my muscles bunch tightly and my neck cramp.
My fingers rub at them, and I make a mental note to have a masseuse come by and work out the tension. Although, I don’t know when I’ll have time.
Tatum, however…
I shake that thought away for a second before it pops back in.
He did help me relieve some tension, and he liked doing it. He moaned and gagged, choked and sputtered, eager for it.
I shouldn’t want it with him, but then again, I do seem to have a mild, slightly out of control obsession with Tatum.
I need to exorcise him from my system and yet…
I step off the treadmill and move to the weights, going through the reps before stepping into the sauna.
I have a shit-load to do today and a very important meeting with my consigliere, Clarence. My schedule can’t accommodate Tatum and his sassy, wet mouth.
And yet, when I’m deep in a phone call with one of my business partners, Clarence sitting on the sofa, his laptop open, I feel my cock swell.
Seems the switch in my mind is malfunctioning.
Need to get that checked.
“Yes, I think moving this to another location would be key. We don’t want the Feds getting wind of it,” I mutter as I grab on to my dick and squeeze. Fuck.
Seems it’s not going down, which is an inconvenience and very unlike me.
I shift in my seat and try to pay attention, but I can’t quite seem to keep myself focused.
That little shit.
He’s done something to me.
Some kind of bratty magic. Fuck.
I huff in frustration at the state of myself, and Clarence’s eyes meet mine. His brow crinkles and his graying eyebrows meet. He’s probably never seen me like this. I’m always so calm and composed.
Well, I was until last night when I gave in and let Tatum slip down between my legs and inhale my dick right down his throat.
I shake my head and respond to another question that Donovan has asked me before reaching for my phone and tapping out a message to Teddy.
I’ve lost my fucking mind. I’ve gone and done it now.
But until that switch is fixed inside my brain there’s nothing I can do but lean into it. Clarence won’t judge me. He won’t fucking look either if he wants to keep those eyes inside his head.
Ten minutes later, the phone call has ended, but I’m on another, this time with a politician. Senator Ruiz, a man who has his name in all the right places. I pay him and he makes sure that any issues I have with the law get put to rest quickly and without any trouble.
Yeah, the mafia isn’t all about guns and shootouts. It’s smarter than that now. It’s strategic, political. It’s all about who you know and who you pay. We get things done because of how we play the game.
Now the Fallen Aces, on the other hand, are sloppy. They run around guns blazing. It’s why they’ll eventually implode. Organizations like that never last.
They can’t.
Clarence is silent, typing out notes on his computer as Senator Ruiz continues to talk about drafting legislation to decrease the import fees for certain businesses that I invest in, as well as making sure that certain fines and prison sentences are reduced for those in my employ caught selling drugs. I know that if Clarence has any questions or suggestions he’ll pipe up.
Which is good because at the moment, I’m feeling quite useless.
A knock on the door has me glancing toward it. Clarence doesn’t even stop typing, doesn’t even look up when Tatum walks in.
Good man.
Tatum opens his mouth to say something, but bites it off when he hears Senator Ruiz on the phone. His eyes flash to mine, and I narrow my gaze. My hand slips to the belt on my pants, and I undo it. I watch as Tatum swallows, a blush moving up his neck and cheeks.
I unzip my pants, and he wets his lips, glancing over at Clarence, who isn’t paying any attention to this.
I could bend Tatum over the desk and he wouldn’t even peer up.
That’s why I trust him. He’s always so discreet.
My hand reaches between my legs, and I pull my half-hard dick out. It settles on my thigh, and I watch him. He knows what I want and yet, he’s hesitating.
He flipped the switch on me. He better take what I’m offering.
He eyes Clarence once more and then his gaze lands on the phone, Senator Ruiz still talking.
“Yes, I agree,” I respond and then spread my legs a little wider.
He wets his lips once more and then moves, settling on the floor between my legs and running his hands up my thighs.
I let out a puff of air at the sensation, my hands fisted on the arms of my chair.
Tatum glances up at me, wordless, his pupils blown out. His tongue snakes from his mouth, and he laps at the tip of my cock. I watch him as he sucks on it, my length growing harder from the sensation of his wet mouth around it.
My fingers are digging into the leather of my chair as Tatum starts to suck me in earnest, pulling my cock into his mouth slowly, feeling it harden on his tongue.
“What do you think of that?” Senator Ruiz asks, and I glance over at Clarence.
He pauses what he’s doing and then responds for me.
“I think that sounds good. I’ll put it in the schedule. Now about the…” He continues to prattle on, taking notes as he goes.
He knows what’s happening behind my desk and carries on like he has no idea. He will send me the bullet points of what I’m about to miss.
Because right now, I’m not paying any attention.
Tatum is once again derailing my carefully laid plans.
My eyes never leave his and he keeps his open, watching me as he takes me all the way into the back of his throat.
Fuck, that feels really good.
I run my tongue across the front of my teeth as I sit here, listening to the conversation Clarence and Senator Ruiz are having while Tatum sucks me off. It’s wet and sloppy and yet, in his own way, it’s controlled.
He moves at a steady pace, not too fast, almost as if he’s savoring it.
His cheeks hollow, and I let out a soft grunt at the sensation pulsing up my legs and spine. Fuck.
“What do you think, Anthony?” Clarence asks, and I turn my gaze away from Tatum to meet his stare.
“I’ll defer to you on this one,” I say, and Clarence fights back a smile.
“Alright,” he says and then continues talking while I turn my gaze back to Tatum, who is continuing to suck, his head bobbing, his eyes still on mine. I can see the flush in his cheeks, the spit spilling from the sides of his mouth. It’s stretched wide, his hands still on my thighs. He’s not even using his fingers to help in getting me off.
He’s showing off.
How did he learn to do this?
For some reason, the idea of him with someone else makes my eye twitch.
My fingers reach out and thread through his silver hair, tugging roughly.
He lets out a low moan as I push him down onto my cock and hold him there, his nose pressed up against my pubic hair.
He shifts between my legs, his fingers flexing against my thighs, and then I feel him relax, almost as if he’s in some kind of trance. His eyelids flutter closed and he just swallows around me.
I watch him, feel the way that he savors it.
I drag him up my length and then spear him on it again. And again. I’m fucking his face hard now, all while the phone call continues.
My legs start to shake and I’m thrusting up slightly, the leather squeaking under me as I feel myself start to come.
My fingers tighten my hold on him as my cock starts to pulse in his mouth, emptying myself into his throat. I feel him swallow and sigh as I come down from the high of it, my body sagging slightly in the chair. My fingers loosen their hold on him and my cock falls from his mouth. His cheek is resting on my thigh, and I stare down at him, flushed and panting.
I watch as he reaches his hand down and undoes his pants, pulling himself out and stroking his cock in quick, sharp movements. A few seconds later, he’s biting his bottom lip and shuddering against me.
I shouldn’t enjoy the fact that he got off to pleasuring me, but I am.
Can’t quite seem to help it.
My hand grabs on to his face gently and lifts his head from my lap. Cum sits on his lips, and I smear it off, sliding my thumb into his mouth and letting him suck it.
He sighs once more, and then I hear Clarence clear his throat.
“The call ended,” he says before moving his eyes back to his computer. I reach forward and grab a box of tissues and hand it to Tatum. He cleans himself and the mess on the floor while I tuck myself away.
“I believe you have a call to Dean next, about the custom car build…”
“Right, get him on the line,” I say as Tatum stands on shaky legs. He turns to leave, a smug grin on his face.
“Well, that was fun. See you later,” he says with a wink, and suddenly, I’m left feeling a little like a king and much more like a small, weak man.
Clarence eyes me and arches an eyebrow.
If he keeps that up, I may have to cut those off. I turn my gaze back to the computer.
May have to do a good many things now that Tatum is in my life. Although, despite it all, I still have shit to do. More meetings to discuss. I glance at my calendar.
“Clarence,” I say and watch as he lifts his eyes to meet mine. “After Dean, call Sabrina. Have her stop by later.”
“Will do, Boss.”
I lean back in my chair, my legs spread slightly.
Yes, Tatum may be a distraction, but I still have a business to run. And now I need to focus on removing the threat of the Fallen Aces before shit really gets out of hand.