Saint
Theclubpulseswithbass so heavy it rattles the walls, but I stopped hearing it ten minutes after I walked in. I never come for the music or the crowd. I come because the only thing that ever quiets the static in my head is the tight grip of control wrapped around someone else’s throat.
My phone buzzes in my pocket for the umpteenth time, no doubt my father, Sol, updating me about some Obsidian bullshit that I’ll have to take care of when I get back. Being the heir to the club and the VP has its perks, freedom and a night of peace isn’t one of them.
Which is why I come here.
It takes me a few minutes to find a target, my eyes roaming the bodies slick with sweat until they spot the man across the packed floor.
“Oh, he’s perfect,” I mutter to myself.
Slightly unruly dark curly hair covers hazel-green eyes, eyes that are slowly rising to meet mine. The guy’s body is facing the bar, showing off his lean form and jeans clinging to narrow hips and a perfect ass. But the best part about that man is his soft features, the elegant fingers, and lack of ink, just a quiet, watchful stillness in the middle of chaos.
And then our eyes lock.
I feel the pull low in my gut and cross the floor without thinking, cutting through bodies like they are not even there.
“You looking for something?” I purr, voice low enough to cut under the music.
The man’s breath catches in his throat, his cheeks coloring slightly as his eyes dip to my mouth. His gaze lingers there before dipping lower, the man clearing his throat and then meeting my eyes again.
“Maybe?” the man whispers.
I chuckle as I gesture to the back hallway. “How about me?” I drawl, stepping a little closer. I place a firm hand on the man’s hip, slowly dropping my hand lower to cup the firmness of the man’s ass. “Hmm?”
The man just nods. I turn on my heel and head down the hallway. I always know how to pick them, always know the men who will fall apart under my hands without threats, coercion, or anything else. As Obsidian’s VP, very few people stand against me, but their submission always comes with a price.
They want something in return. Money. Status. Power. My father.
That last fuck hurt the most, the man in my bed trying to get with my father rather than me. If that man was still alive, I mightbe more pissed. But the moment I learned what my latest fuck had been up to, I blew the man’s head clean off and promptly went out for a smoke.
The back room is a small storage space the club uses for overflow liquor and forgotten coats. The one bulb in the corner is barely bright enough to scare away the shadows, but at least here, it’s quiet enough to actually hear each other. The man slips inside just as I kick the door shut and lock it before turning around.
The man’s chest is already rising faster, lips parted in silent invitation. I step in close, crowding him until the man’s back hits the wall with a soft thud. I plant one large hand beside the man’s head and let my other palm settle on the side of his throat, thumb pressing just under the jaw where his pulse is hammering.
“You gonna be good for me?” I purr, my voice dropping a few octaves.
The man’s eyes flutter half-closed at the pressure on his throat. “Yes.” He clears his throat as his hands slowly press against my chest. “Are... names? I... Sín.” The man says his name likeSheen, which is both adorable and hot as fuck at the same time.
“I’m not giving you mine. That’s not what this is. Just something hard and fast. You in?” I tilt my head to the side, waiting for Sín to nod. My cock thickens instantly at the second soft ‘yes’ of surrender. God, this man is perfect. “Good. On your knees.”
The man drops without hesitation, faster than any other fuck I’ve gotten in years. He sinks straight down, knees hitting the concrete floor, hands already working my belt open with eager fingers. He drags the zipper down, frees my thick cock, and wraps those elegant, uncalloused fingers around the base like he has been waiting all night to do exactly this.
I slide my hand into Sín’s dark curls and tighten my grip. “That’s it. Get your mouth on it.” I press my free hand against the wall, using it for purchase.
The man leans in and takes me deep in one smooth, hungry glide. Wet heat envelops my cock, Sín’s throat opening around me without resistance, and the tight squeeze of those lips makes my hips jerk forward on instinct.
“Fuck,” I growl. “Swallow every inch like you were made for it, Sín.”
The man moans around me, the vibration rolling straight down my spine and straight into my balls. He works me to the root, nose pressed tight to my pelvis, lips stretched obscenely wide. Spit already slicks down his chin and drips onto the floor in messy strings. His hands grip my thighs hard, pulling me deeper, like he needs the stretch in his throat more than air.
I rock my hips in slow thrusts, fucking the man’s mouth with as much control as I can muster. My gaze dips down to Sín’s pants, a dark wet spot against his jeans, the fabric tented. “Look at you. On your knees for a stranger with your throat full and your cock leaking in your jeans. You love this shit, don’t you?”
The man whimpers and nods as much as he can, eyes glassy and wet with effort. He swallows around my cock again and again, trying to pull me even deeper each time.
My grip in Sín’s curls tightens. “Greedy fucking mouth. Sucking me like you’ll die if you don’t get my cum down your throat. That’s right. Take it. Take every fucking inch.”
I fuck the man’s face harder, building a steady rhythm that has wet, obscene sounds filling the tiny room. The man’s own cock strains hard against his jeans, that wet spot blooming at the front, but he never touches himself. He just keeps his throat open and lets me use it completely.
