Page 22 of The Collector


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“When he first came to La Maison, he was timid and hated being the center of attention. He lacked confidence and didn’t think that he was good enough. But, as he got to know his brothers and the guests here at the château, my little Vixen emerged from his shell,” Matteo explained with pride in his eyes. “He asked to be trained by one of the greatest burlesque dancers in all of Paris, Monsieur Lavigne.”

The man said the name like it should mean something to Chase. He had no fucking idea who Monsieur Lavigne was or what the heck a burlesque dancer was. When he worked as a police officer, they were called to strip clubs and bathhouses to break up fights or arrest unruly people, but in all his time on the force, he had never arrested a burlesque dancer or whomever.

They watched as Levi and one of the other dancers made their way toward them. They looked like lions moving in for the kill. Those were one set of ass cheeks he wouldn’t mind being smothered to death by.

“Hey, boys,” Levi teased as he and his companion stepped in front of Matteo and Chase and proceeded to give them both a private show.

“I’m glad you stayed,” Levi whispered as he leaned in and brushed his cheek gently against Chase’s.

The sweet smell of lavender and cherry blossoms surrounded them, making Chase’s cock even stiffer than it already was.

Smiling, Levi turned and lowered his body into Chase’s lap, being sure to grind down hard on Chase’s massively hard dick.

Chase moaned.

Feeling Levi’s soft ass through the thin material of his dress pants was torture. Torture to Chase, but heaven to his cock.

Fuck, there was no way of hiding just how aroused he really was. These were the times when having a big dick really sucked. People around you tended to notice when you popped a boner.

“Mmm, seems like someone is enjoying the show,” Levi noted as he grabbed Chase’s hands and placed them on his hips. He began grinding his ass back and forth in Chase’s lap, taking in the full length of his cock.

Holy shit. This boy’s ass felt amazing.

“Fuck, you’re so hot,” Chase whispered. He could feel his mushroom head rubbing in between the cheeks of Levi’s ass.

He glanced over at the man beside him and watched as the dancer unzipped Matteo’s dress pants and pulled out his swollen cock. Matteo let out a moan as the boy gripped his dick and began moving his hand up and down. Licking his lips, the boy leaned in and began kissing his boss's neck.

“You like that?” Levi asked, bringing Chase’s focus back on the bubble butt that was working his dick like it was starved for attention.

“Fuck, you know I do,” Chase managed to get out. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could sit here before he blew his load and ruined his pants.

As if sensing Chase’s dilemma, Levi lifted himself and turned to straddle his lap instead.

Their eyes locked together, and they began breathing in the same air.

Staring into those majestic purple eyes, Chase felt his body begin to separate from his mind. He was losing control over his body and was left at the mercy of this mythical creature and his commands.

“Anyone ever tell you, you look like a kind and angry rottweiler?” Levi asked with a smirk on his face. He reached for Chase’s zipper and began unzipping his pants.

Time stood still as Chase battled the angel and demon within him. The demon wanted nothing more than to flip this twink onto his back and pile-drive his cock right into his tight little hole. He didn’t care who was watching or who might see the fucking of a lifetime.

But then there was that pain-in-the-ass angel that kept reminding him that he was on assignment and not to fuck potential suspects or witnesses. He needed to stop thinking with his dick and get the information they needed in order to stop a psychopath and save countless lives.

But then again… his dick… so hard… hot sexy man… gripping his dick…

His dick was going to hate him and probably not speak to him for at least a week. God damn angel.

Pulling away from Levi was the hardest thing he ever had to do.

“Sorry, my sexy demon, but we should probably stop before I paint that hot little outfit with something warm and sticky.”

Levi’s breath caught in his chest, and his body stiffened against his. He managed a slight smile, but Chase could see the look of disappointment plastered along his face. It was heartbreaking. He looked like he’d just been told that he wouldn’t be getting any dessert after dinner.

Well, in a way, that was kind of true. No dessert. From him, at least. Who knew what other horny rooster might be knocking on Levi’s hen house before the sun came up tomorrow.

Chase pulled out a fifty from his pocket and slid it into Levi’s mesh underwear. He gave Levi’s ass a quick squeeze. God, that ass is perfect.

“Thank you, sweet cheeks,” Chase said, leaning in and kissing Levi on the cheek. The boy gave him another half-smile.

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