Conall jerked forward, the edge of the sink digging into his hipbones. He didn’t care. He enjoyed the pain as much as he enjoyed a cock inside him. “I’m not going to say please,Killough.”
Sloan sighed. “You love testing my patience, pet.”
He pulled his cock out of Conall and grasped his arm, spinning him around. With his hands on Conall’s shoulder, Sloan shoved him to his knees. Conall went without a fight and like a good boy, he opened his mouth when the head of Sloan’s cock touched his lips.
Sloan cupped Conall’s cheeks and began to thrust into his mouth. His cock was so big that every time he slammed inside, he made Conall gag and choke on his length. Sometimes, Conall made a show of it, making extra noises because he knew how much Sloan loved fucking his throat. The majority of the time, he didn’t have to dramatize it, however.
Sloan pushed himself fully in between Conall’s lips and stayed pressed there until Conall couldn’t breathe and his face heated from lack of air. With his nose buried in Sloan’s freshly cleaned pants and his cock in his mouth, Conall was floating in pure ecstasy. He loved being choked, his mouth bred by Sloan’s monster. It was only when Conall slapped Sloan’s thigh that he moved again.
Spit dribbled from Conall’s mouth when Sloan fully pulled out, and his chest rose and fell in quick puffs of air. He wiped at his lips with the back of his hand and stared up at Sloan.
“Am I doing good, sir?” Conall reached down to wrap his fingers around his own length, tugging it gently. He kept eye contact with Sloan, waiting.
Sloan smirked and stroked Conall’s chin. “No. I haven’t heard a please from you yet, pet.”
“Oh.” Conall clutched Sloan’s clothed arsecheek with his free hand, dragging him closer. He couldn’t get much nearer than he already was, but Sloan stepped on either side of his thighs, with his cock slapping against Conall’s face. “You should punish me some more.”
A knock on the door echoed through the massive bathroom, and Sloan sighed.
“Boss? We should head out. The Ruiz Cartel are waiting.” Byrnes’ gentle voice couldn’t ruin that moment. He knew exactly what they were doing on the other side of the bathroom door. He probably didn’t care, either. Conall and Sloan had done worse in front of him.
“Give me a minute,” Sloan said.
Byrnes cleared his throat, ever the diplomatic head of security that he always was. “Boss, we don’t have a minute. Please get off and let’s go.”
Sloan clicked his tongue in annoyance and looked down at Conall. “Looks like you won’t be driving me to work, pet.”
Conall continued to jerk himself off lazily, pleasure building at the base of his spine. His cock twitched in his hand, balls drawn close his body. He felt strung so tight that with one twist of his fist he would explode. “Can I at least still drive the Maserati?”
Sloan pinched the bridge of his nose and nodded. “Fine. Take Ronan with you.”
Conall’s eyebrows rose. Sloan had never really liked Ronan, not since he found out Conall and Ronan knew each other from high school. At first, the jealousy had led Sloan to claim Conall in the most public way, but in doing so, he had discovered a kink they both enjoyed. Public sex. Sloan had since calmed down with Ronan, but according to Sloan, that was only because he knew how much Conall neededhim. Sloan had something Ronan didn’t, and Conall couldn’t agree more. The acceptance also had to do with the fact that Ronan had protected Conall when he’d been taken by an Italian.
Sloan rubbed his thumb over Conall’s bottom lip. “Open up, pet. Let your boss feed you your morning protein.”
Conall was more than happy to comply. He let his mouth drop open. Sloan jerked himself off until cum spurted from the slit of his cock, painting Conall’s cheeks and face with the majority of it landing in his mouth. He swallowed hungrily, the bitterness heavy on his tongue.
“Thank you, sir.” Conall blinked up at him.
Sloan’s smile made Conall’s stomach knot further. He loved seeing Sloan actually smile, and not smirk. “You’re welcome, pet. Such a good boy with good manners.”
Conall preened under Sloan’s fondling fingers.
Chapter Two
“Miami?”
Conall had never heard his brother sound this unsure. He’d only spoken to Terrance twice since Conall had been taken by the Italians and each time, Terrance’s voice wavered, like he didn’t know what to say to Conall. Byrnes told Conall that Terrance had gone mad when he found out Conall was taken. He’d rampaged and demanded to be part of the recovery crew. The only person who calmed him down and made sure that he kept his head on straight was Tormey, the guy who was helping Terrance bring the Virtue’s profits up.
“Yeah. Imagine it, you’d be away from the snow somewhere warm. I’m sure there’ll be plenty of tits hanging out at the beaches. I know how much you love your titties.” Conall snorted at his own joke.
Terrance made a noise through the phone line. “I don’t know, Conall. I have a lot of work to do here. Rourke has implemented even more policies. We’re making the Virtue clean for the clients too. If they want to get high, they do it off the premises.”
“Why would he do that?” Conall frowned from where he lay on his back on the bed. He stared up at himself in the mirror on the ceiling, something he’d come to enjoy more than what was probably healthy. When Sloan wasn’t around, he often watched himself jerk off.
His dark hair had grown out since coming to stay with Sloan and a star-like scar marred his shoulder/chest, where he’d been stabbed when he was kidnapped by the Italians. Being here meant he had more time for leisure activities, which meant he’d used the gym whenever he could and it resulted in the beginnings of visible abs.
“Because we’ve had too many OD’s. We started with just the whores being drug free, but they were still getting it from the clients. We lost Nadia a few months back. She shot up heroin that a regular gave her. We can’t afford that kind of property loss. She had a nice tight pussy our straight clientele liked. Now we got one less female for them to fuck.” Terrance exhaled loudly. Conall imagined him sitting at his desk, leaning back in that brown leather chair that once belonged to their dad with that pinched stare he got when he thought deeply about things.
