I’d go down on any one of them in a split second if they asked, because power like that is the ultimate aphrodisiac for me.
Pops doesn’t have power like that anymore. He went straight a long time back. We’re old Irish stock out of Boston, and Pops was close with the Irish Mob when he was young. But when Pops went legit he shored up against his ruin by making a few billion dollars instead. So he has a rep, and the Italians mostly leave his New York businesses alone, as long as he pays up.
Anyway, none of those old Italian fuckers, or the younger ones for that matter, were as powerful as Lucifer could be.Willbe, I amend in my own mind. This guy’s a fucking juggernaut; he just needs to start rolling.
“Damn, you’re beautiful,” I wheeze. His hand is still tight on my throat, and I can feel his cock getting hard again too, butting into my stomach.
He eases up his grip, looking me over with curiosity. “You, too,” he says, almost puzzled. “But you’re fucking crazy, angel. You know that?”
It makes me cackle, but it still comes out slightly choked. “Yeah, I know.”
He lets me go abruptly and takes a few steps back. I peel myself off the window and glance back. There’s a sweaty imprint of my ass and back still on the glass.
He’s giving me a strange look, frowning like he’s working on a problem. “I want to fuck you.” But the way he says it, it’s like he means something else.
“Then come and fuck me,” I say, opening up my arms.
The way he stares at me is almost despairing. But all he says is, “Get back on the bed. Now.”
* * *
I wake hours later,the sun hot across my face. But it’s not the light that wakes me, it’s a low voice talking from across the room. I crack my eyes open and try to focus.
“I got jumped,” Lucifer is saying, and a tirade worms its way out of the cell phone he has in his hand. “Yeah, yeah. Forget that shit for now, Frankie. Just come get me. We can take care of them later.” Another pause, another question from the other end. “I’m at the Grand on Fifth. Yes, as in Fifth Avenue.” He makes a little movement of his head, as though checking to see if I’m listening.
Of course I’m fucking listening.
“I had some help,” he says in reply to another question, an ironic little twist to his tone. When he hangs up, he turns to look at me. “Good morning, angel.”
“Who was that?” I ask, sitting up at once.
“My brother. He’s coming to pick me up. Can you let the desk know to send him up?” He goes back over to the windows and looks out again over Central Park. “I’ve never seen New York from this high up,” he says meditatively.
He wants to bring his brother up here. Why, I wonder? To see the view?
To tidy up a loose end?
Nah, I decide. If Lucifer was planning to off me, he could’ve done it there in the alleyway. I call down to the desk and give them the instructions. If nothing else, I’m curious to meet this brother.
“I want to see you again.” It’s out of my mouth before I can even think about filtering, almost before I’ve hung up the phone. Lucifer looks at me like he’s almost considering it, and then shakes his head.
“You don’t wanna know me. I’m bad news.”
“Yeah, you sure will be,” I agree. “That’s what’s so fucking hot about you.”
“I knew it,” he murmurs to himself.
I get up and walk over to him, watch him watching my cock, my thighs, my pecs. I know what I look like. I’m fucking beautiful, but so is he. He’s taller than me and hairy all over, on the chest, arms, junk…I fucking love it; I want to bury my face in all that fuzz and sniff him out, get high off his pheromones.
I’m right in front of him now, and I kneel down, looking up past his fat cock and his big velvety balls, right in the eye. “What do you know?” I ask.
“You’re crazy like I’m crazy,” he says.
I show him my teeth in a grin. “Hell, yeah. There’s not many of us around. When you’re ready to be King of New York City, come find me. Deal?” I nuzzle into his junk, sucking at his balls. The bruising on his side is really coming up now, and I figure he’s gotta hurt all over. Another suck job can only help take his mind off it.
I feel his hand on the back of my head, fingers twisting in my hair, and he presses me closer. I take the tip of his cock in my mouth gently, rolling it with my tongue. I can’t get enough of his dick, I don’t know what it is about him. He makes me want to pledge allegiance to his goddamn ballsack.
I’m in the middle of blowing him when there’s a banging at the door. I jump, but the guy just gives this sigh, rolling his eyes upwards.
