“Just a moment,” I say politely, as if I’m not planning on thoroughly corrupting him. “Elio, tell your mama not to worry. Ifeel like you should be compensated for playing babysitter until my men arrive.”
“That’s not necessary,” Elio says, cracking his knuckles with a devil may care grin. “I have a bone to pick with these men. I refuse to allow bullying to occur in my mama’s house.”
I know full well that he’s beaten the fuck out of people in some of these back rooms just because, and hide a smile as I direct Kevin out the room.
“Thank you, Elio. I believe you’re the perfect man for the job.”
Kevin is staring at me as if I’m insane as I guide him down another hallway, away from the screaming that’s already beginning.
“I don’t know whether I should thank you or not,” he breathes. His cornflower blue eyes appear confused, and all I can do is chuckle as I push him against a wall beside a slightly ajar storage closet.
“Did I solve the problem?” I ask, my hand gliding over his chest.
Kevin’s lashes flutter as he inhales deeply. I can tell the exact moment that he smells my scent of spicy vanilla and almonds because he fucking whimpers.
“Yes, Alpha,” he whispers, his eyes opening to show his arousal.
My lips curl up as I wrap my hand around his throat. I can tell by his thickening cock in his joggers that he’s very interested.
“I haven’t wanted to fuck anyone in a long time,” I growl, my other hand palming his cock.
I can smell and feel his slick as his precum begins to dampen his pants. My hips rock my erection against his rock hard thigh, grunting at the friction. It feels really fucking good.
“It sounds like my lucky day, despite my escape from death,” he says dramatically.
“Nah, but I’m glad I managed to save your pretty face,” I admit, my lips slanting against his as I kiss him.
Thankfully, we are evenly matched in height, and my hand giving him a necklace tightens as he moans for me.
“Are you a troublemaker?” I tease against his lips before I deepen the kiss and shove my hand down his pants to squeeze his cock.
“Oh fuck,” he whimpers. Fuck, that’s a pretty sound. “Will I get punished by your dick if I say yes?”
“Hmm,” I grunt, opening the storage door wider so I can maneuver Kevin inside. “I hope you suck dick well, little brat.”
“There’s nothing little about me,” he sasses, going down on his knees when I add pressure downward on his throat.
Closing the door behind us, I lick my lips in anticipation as I undo my belt and unbuckle my pants.
“You’re right,” I murmur, pulling out my cock as my other hand grips his chin and rubs his lips with the pad of my thumb. “Such pretty, pouty lips. You’ve been hiding from me.”
“Me?” he asks, opening his eyes comically wide as I tap the crown of my cock on his lips.
“I watched you flirt at a mixer once, all wide eyes and smiles,” I say, enjoying as he flicks out his tongue to lap at my precum.
Kevin groans at the taste, perfuming for me as he preens. He’s so damn gorgeous, and he knows it.
“The only mixer I’ve been to in this city was put together by Cupid’s Call?—”
My hips thrust forward to force his lips to spread wide around my dick, effectively interrupting him.
“I was there,” I say conversationally. “Relax your throat, little brat. I’m afraid I have a lot of aggression to work out on your tight throat.”
His answering grin and the sparkle in his arousal drenched gaze speak volumes as I feed him my cock. I’m not small either, and he takes every inch beautifully.
“Mmm. That’s it, Kevin. Do you have a gag reflex, I wonder?”
Pistoning my hips slowly, I grip his throat again to push his head back so I can fully enjoy the way my cock slides down his throat. His eyes water a bit, and spit overflows his mouth to dribble out, but there are no signs of choking on my cock.
