The sounds grew louder and more obscene when the younger guy reached between his own legs and starting jacking his dick. I bit my lower lip, the pain snapping me back to the present, realizing that I’d joined in on the action. My own cock was painfully hard behind my jeans. This was not what Eli paid me for.
I stepped back and closed my eyes, taking a few deep breaths as I willed my dick to behave. Once that problem started receding, I step back into the aisle and cleared my throat. The older man noticed me first, his eyes snapping down to the Club 83 logo on my tight shirt. Rather than panic at being caught, he stared directly at me and licked his bottom lip, jerking his head to the side in silent invitation before reaching down to tangle his fingers in the younger man’s hair as he started thrusting harder into his mouth.
As hot as the scene was, I had to stop it. That was my job. But damn if I wasn’t considering joining them. Eli wasn’t oblivious to what went on in his bar.
No. you’re here to work, not get off. Do that shit on your own time,I scolded myself.
I stalked down the aisle, suddenly nervous about being alone in the back room with them. I doubted the guy getting sucked off would do anything to hurt me, but the younger man was an unknown. Would he be embarrassed about being caught on his knees? Pissed off that they’d been interrupted? I should’ve let Eli know where I was going.
When neither of them seemed interested in cutting their sexy time short on my account, I reached down and tentatively grabbed the younger guy’s shoulder. His mouth popped off the man’s dick and he glared up at me.
“Do you—”
“What in the fuck are you doing, Frankie?” My grip tightened as I pulled my roommate off the floor. We weren’t buddies; he was the last person I expected to see blowing some random guy in the storage room.
Frankie jerked out of my grip and backed himself against the shelving on the opposite side of the aisle. His nostrils flared with rage as he glared at me. The other guy mumbled a few parting words and stumbled out of the room with his pants still around his thighs.
“Not that I have to explain a fucking thing to you, but until you so rudely interrupted, I was getting my mouth well and truly fucked. Where in the fuck do you get off thinking you can storm in here? I’m not a kid. I don’t need you to save me.”
With him standing before me, cock jutting out from his open jeans, balls cradled by—was that a shimmery jockstrap?—sexy as hell underwear I’d never have expected my assumingly straight-laced roommate to wear, it was impossible to see him as a child.
That’s when I noticed two twenty dollar bills crumpled on the floor near his feet. I snatched them off the floor and waved them in his face. “What the fuck is this? You’re a goddamn hooker?”
“I don’t have to explain jack shit to you,” he spat out, his cheeks flushing bright red. “As long as you get your rent and money for the utilities, it doesn’t matter where the fucking money comes from.”
“That’s where you’re wrong,” I growled. Frankie stumbled as he tried to right his clothes and I reached out to steady him. “You can’t come into my work to turn tricks and think I’m going to turn a blind eye to it.”
Nothing about tonight made sense. Frankie and I had been strangers when he’d responded to my ad looking for a roommate, but I’d checked out his story before allowing him to move in with me. Frankie didn’t need to drop to his knees to pay the bills. So why?
Eli’s words from earlier floated into my mind.“It’s about the power exchange…”
“We’ll talk about this later,” I told Frankie as I ushered him to the door. “Go home and wait for me.”
“You’re not my father, Cal,” he shot back. “You don’t get to tell me what to do.”
I spun around to look at him again. The challenge in his eyes had me rock hard again. It may have been my dumbest idea ever, but if it really was about the power exchange for Frankie,I’dbe the one to make him submit, and I sure as hell wouldn’t be paying for his services.
“Boy,” I ground out, my voice dropping a full octave as I spoke slowly, hoping this didn’t blow up in my face. “I’m not saying I’m your father, but you keep talking back to me and I might take you over my knee and spank that ass until you’re begging me to stop.”
I expected Frankie to slap me or bolt from the room so he could pack and move out before I got home. Instead, the little shit took a step closer, his pupils blown, breathing ragged. “Bring it…Daddy.”
Before I managed to wrap my mind around his words, Frankie ducked under my arm and was gone.
Well shit.
2
Frankie
I practically ranout of Club 83, not even stopping by the bar to let Max know I was taking off. I’d never been ashamed of getting guys off for money. It wasn’t something I did often anymore, but it had been the only way I had spending money during college. If Papa knew I was struggling to make it from one semester to the next, he’d have demanded I work for the family, and I was busy trying to distance myself from the Marino name. With the number of people Papa knew in the area, there was nowhere I could take a job without him finding out, and that would’ve led to a fight about how I was ashamed of my family, when that wasn’t the case at all. So, I’d turned to the other thing I was good at: sucking cock.
What started as a way to make ends meet quickly awakened a facet of my personality I’d long ignored. I fuckinglovedhow I felt when I was on my knees in front of a john. For however long it took me to suck him dry,hecalled the shots. I didn’t have to think about a fucking thing other than how to drive him over the precipice so I could collect my money and get the fuck out of there. The busier I was, the more I craved the next release. After graduation, I’d locked that part of me away, but recently, it’d been screaming to get out. Every problem that the family looked to me to fix. Every time I had to play referee between my siblings. Every disgruntled customer. Every invoice I could pay as long as I shaved a few more dollars off my own salary. The stress of the restaurant was slowly dragging me under. So… I’d turned to my old coping mechanisms, stupidly convincing myself no one would ever find out.
The past few years of my life played like a motion picture in my mind as I wandered aimlessly through the streets. Walking past the empty shell that used to be a bakery, I thought about the Agnelli family. In another time, they weren’t that different from our own family, everyone chipping in to keep the family business alive. The difference was Mr. Agnelli was a stubborn old fool who’d rather close the doors than allow one of his daughters to take his place at the helm. Heaviness filled my chest as I remembered Mrs. Agnelli’s warm smile and the way she’d pulled all the neighborhood kids to her chest, offering free hugs for all. I wrapped my arms around myself, imagining I was back in her embrace. Back when life made sense. With a sigh, I continued down the road.
My trip down memory lane lasted until the streets were deserted and even the bars were dark and quiet. The sight of a bartender sweeping empty beer bottles into a garbage can reminded me of Calvin’s demand.“Go home and wait for me.”Fuck him. Just fuck him. Calvin wasn’t my parent, my keeper, or any other fucking thing. I didn’t need to do as he told me. But damn if part of me wasn’t curious what’d happen when he walked through the door of his quaint little house in the ‘burbs.
The moment I realized it was Calvin who’d yanked me off the ground tonight, anger morphed into desire. The way he looked at me. The throaty growl and the way his voice dropped the more pissed off he became. I’d thought he was a damn good looking man since the first time he opened the door when I stopped by to look at the apartment, but I’d never considered the possibility of anything more. He was a dedicated father, still on speaking terms with his ex-wife, and therefore off-limits to someone like me. I’d quickly slapped a big ol’ “straight” label on his firm ass and hadn’t given him a second thought.
