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He knew what he wanted to do, but he'd never done this before. His body ached for it, but embarrassment flooded his face with heat.
"Take your time," Marco encouraged, his hand reaching down to gently cup Joey's chin, tilting his face up so their eyes met. "No pressure, just... enjoy yourself."
Swallowing hard, Joey reached up to grasp the base of Marco's cock, marveling at the heat and weight of it in his hand. His fingers couldn't quite wrap all the way around its girth, and he couldn't help but think about how it would feel stretching his mouth wide open. He looked up at Marco, seeking any signs of hesitation or doubt, but found only smoldering desire in those dark, dangerous eyes.
Here goes nothing.Joey leaned forward and tentatively pressed his lips against the tip of Marco's cock. The taste was salty and slightly bitter, but not unpleasant, and he found himself eagerly taking more of the throbbing length into his mouth.
"Fuck, kid," Marco groaned, his hands gentle but firm in Joey's hair, holding him in place as his hips instinctively jerked forward. "That's it, take it deeper."
Driven by both the desire to impress Marco and his own growing arousal, Joey did as he was told. He wrapped his lips around the head of the thick shaft and slid down until he nearly gagged from the size of it. He forced himself to relax, focusing on the sensation of Marco's cock filling his mouth and the way it made him feel powerful, desired, and utterly consumed by lust.
"Look at me," Marco commanded, his voice low and intense as he locked eyes with Joey. "I want to see those pretty eyes while you suck my cock."
Obediently, Joey lifted his gaze, staring up at Marco with a mixture of vulnerability and defiance. The possessive look in Marco's eyes sent shivers down his spine, making him feel like he belonged to this dangerous, enigmatic man in a way he had never experienced before.
It was intoxicating, and despite his inexperience, Joey found himself wanting more—wanting to give everything to Marco, to prove himself worthy of such a powerful, magnetic presence.
"God, you're so fucking beautiful like this," Marco breathed, his fingers tangling in Joey's hair as he gently guided the younger man's movements. "You've got a real talent for this, don't you?"
Joey couldn't help the moan that escaped him at the praise, groaning around the thick cock that filled his mouth, his lips stretched wide as he took Marco in even deeper. He could feel every vein and ridge of the organ, the heat and weight of it sending a deep pleasure through him.
"I told you that one day you'd beg me for it." Marco stroked his hands through Joey's hair and then slowly slid him closer, making Joey take him deeper. Joey moaned at the sensation, overwhelmed—but not entirely.
You smug asshole, he thought.
He'd show Marco sooner or later.
Just as soon as he'd had his fill here, that was.
The booth filled with the depraved sound of their pleasure: the wet slap of skin against skin, the muffled groans of Joey, the feral panting of Marco as he fucked Joey's mouth.
"Keep looking at me, baby," Marco demanded, his voice rough with need. "I wanna see those gorgeous eyes when I fuck your pretty mouth."
Joey complied, gazing up at Marco. The lustful glint in Marco's dark eyes was unmistakable, and Joey reveled in the feeling of being wanted like this—not just by anyone, but by the very man who had ignited so much passion and desire within him.
He could feel Marco's arousal building, sense the tension coiling within him like a tightly wound spring. It was only a matter of time before he reached his breaking point, and Joey knew exactly what he needed to do to tip the scales.
He redoubled his efforts, sucking harder and faster, letting his tongue swirl around the throbbing head of Marco's cock.
And then, just as he felt Marco's body begin to tremble, his breath hitching in anticipation of release…
Joey stopped.
"Thanks for the help, Marco," he said sweetly, pulling away from Marco's cock with a wet pop. "I'm feeling much better now."
And just like that, he got up, leaving Marco standing there, astonished and undeniably frustrated.
"Joey!" Marco called out, his voice a mixture of confusion and desperation. "What the fuck are you doing?"
"You so kindly offered to help me out, right?" Joey replied with a devilish grin. "Well, I think I got it out of my system. Thanks for the help, boss."
He sauntered out of the booth without looking back.
He could hear Marco scrambling to compose himself in the booth behind him, cursing under his breath. It was delicious, knowing that he had managed to get one up on the usually cocky mobster.
The taste of Marco still lingered on his lips, and he couldn't help but savor it as he strode confidently across the dimly lit club. Joey felt an electric thrill race through him, energizing him like never before.
"Hey, Joey," Gina said as he got to the bar. "Nice night? You look like you just won the lottery."
