Carter couldn’t believe his luck. He hadn’t even made it past the reception of Club Thorn and he already had a young stud hooked and ready to be reeled in, and from the looks of it the young man was just as pleased with the situation as Carter.
John was young—a college student if Carter had to guess—with a swimmer’s body and an earthy scent that went right to Carter’s cock. He was light where Carter was dark, his blond hair and blue eyes making him look practically angelic and just begging to be corrupted.
He had the kind of face that was made to be pushed down to the floor and covered in come. The mental image of the younger man taking Carter’s load all over his face had Carter’s cock throbbing insistently and his balls feeling heavy.
The events of the day seemed like a lifetime away, and Carter was surprised to find himself relaxed and eager.
“Let’s get a drink at the bar,” Carter said, giving the young man’s neck a light squeeze. He could feel the submissive man shudder under his hand, so he squeezed down again, a little harder this time. “We can talk a little, figure out what you’re after tonight.”
John licked his lips and nodded, allowing himself to be led across the main room of the second floor and toward the bar. Club Thorn was divided into three sections, the room they were in now being the least exciting. A large bar took up almost the entire side of the far wall, a group of doms Carter only knew in passing watching as the shirtless bartender mixed their drinks, while the rest of the room sported an assortment of chairs and couches arranged in artful clusters to give club members a place to talk and mingle before they either headed up or down the stairs for the real fun.
Carter guided John into a seat at the other end of the bar—away from the other doms—enjoying the easy way the boy allowed himself to be led. Then, rather than take the seat next to him, Carter pressed himself up against the boy’s back and started massaging his shoulders.
“You’re not going to sit?” John asked after a few seconds, his voice sounding hoarse with both nerves and arousal.
“In a second,” Carter replied, kneading John’s tense muscles a little harder. John moaned, catching the attention of the doms at the other end of the bar, and leaned back into Carter’s touch. The man nearest to them, a true sadist with a kink for leather named Peter, winked at Carter and gave John an appreciative once over.
Carter was glad John hadn’t got into the club unattended. He’d have been eaten alive without someone to hold his hand and make sure he didn’t go off with the wrong guy.
There was a reason Club Thunder didn’t let newbies past its gates alone.
“That feels really good,” John said, making Carter grin. He brought his hands closer together, loving the way his massive hands framed the younger man’s neck. He couldn’t resist the temptation to close his hands around John’s throat, the tips of his fingers meeting over the boy’s Adam’s apple.
John’s breath hitched and he froze.
“How about this?” Carter asked, fingers rubbing behind John’s ears. He rocked his hips forward, pressing his bulge into John’s lower back and letting rest there.
“That too,” John said. Carter could feel him swallow, the movement of his throat pronounced against his fingertips.
“Glad to hear it.”
Releasing his grip on John’s neck, Carter pulled back and sat down on the barstool next to him. The chairs were pressed close together, leaving their thighs touching from knee to hip and Carter’s hand easily resting on John’s shoulder.
The grip was far too possessive for someone he’d just met a few minutes ago, but Carter couldn’t help himself. There was just something about the younger man that had his wolf aching to pin him down and make him submit.
It had been a long time since Carter had felt anything like it.
“So what’s your name,” John asked, his hands folded over his lap as he unsuccessfully tried to hide his bulge. Carter grinned, making no effort to disguise the monster that had awoken in his jeans. John shifted. “Max called you Mr. Peterson, but that seems a little formal. Unless you want me to call you sir? Max said—”
“My name is Carter,” Carter interrupted. “You can call me that. I don’t really go for the whole honorific thing. Unless you’d like to call me sir, in which case, go right ahead.”
“Hi Carter, nice to meet you. I’m John.” John held out his hand between them, and Carter reached out to answer the greeting.
“Nice to meet you, John.” Carter didn’t let go of John’s hand, loving the way it fit inside his much larger grip. “So what’s a nice boy like you doing in a den of sin like this?”
John snorted out a laugh, and Carter grinned and let go of his hand.
“Seriously?” John asked, raising his left eyebrow and smiling. “This is where you bring out the lame pick-up line? I mean, a second ago I’m pretty sure I would have gone down on you in front of all these people without a second thought. You’re moving in the wrong direction, man.”
Carter’s grin turned predatory. He shifted his grip on John’s shoulder to his neck, pushing him forward just enough to let him know that he had him under control.
“Are you saying you wouldn’t go down on me now if I ordered you to?” he asked, pulling John’s head in toward his body and pressing it into his side. He held him there for a second, waiting to see what he would do. It would be so easy to push John down a little further and have his face buried in his crotch, but Carter resisted the temptation. “Well?”
“I, uh… no, Carter. I would. If you wanted me to.” John sounded wrecked, his whole body leaning against Carter’s bigger one.
Carter used the grip on his neck to pull him back up into position, grinning down at him with the same predatory smile as earlier. Rather than frighten the boy, Carter was delighted to feel a shudder of pleasure run through the younger man’s body.
He removed his hand from John’s neck and signaled the bartender, calling him over. When he looked back at John he looked disappointed at the lack of contact.
