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Crossing my arms over my chest, I pout. I don’t want Savage to think I’m using him for his money. That’s the last thing I want to do. I’m more than fine with giving all the money I make to Cris and hang at Savage’s without a penny to my name. I don’t need anything and if I do, I can find a small job that will get me money. Savage has everything I need. Food in the fridge, a roof over my head, bills paid. I don’t need things. But Cris does.
Chewing my lip, I shake my head, giving up. “Fine,” I say with a sigh. “But if you need another job done, I’ll do it for free.” He gives me a scowl that I ignore. In fact, I smile sweetly at him.
The left side of his mouth hitches up, and he rolls his eyes. “You’re a pest,” he drawls without heat.
I walk around his desk until I’m behind him. He turns in his chair and spreads his legs, and I step between them. “I know.” Slowly, I drop to my knees, in case he wants to stop me. He doesn’t. He swallows roughly but watches my descent. Reaching for his pants, I undo them and pull his cock out, groaning at the look and feel of it.
With both hands, I stroke him, loving how the skin feels over the hard shaft. I sneak a look up at him and see how his heated gaze is trained on how my hands are working him over. Before I suck him down, I ask, “How long until your meeting?” I kiss along his length, hot kisses that have smacking sounds filling the air.
He lets out a groan, then says, “Ten minutes.”
“I can work with that.” I open wide and take in the first few inches of his cock, sucking him in and out slowly, getting him wet to make the glide easier. Bobbing my head up and down, I take more and more of his length into my mouth, until he’s down my throat and my nose is touching his pubes. I breathe him in, loving how manly he smells. Everything about Savage is so masculine. His scent, his big powerful hands in my hair, his huge cock stretching my mouth.
Rolling his hips upward, he grunts out to me. “Fuck, Abel. You take my dick so deep. Swallow around me.” I do and he groans loudly. “Let me fuck your mouth. I need to come down your hot throat.” Nodding, I release some of the suction and open for him, letting him get himself off.
Grabbing both sides of my face, he digs his fingers in under my chin and pumps into my mouth. I moan around him, my dick hard as a rock. Tasting him always works me up. But there’s no time to get myself off. I have to make sure Savage is relaxed for his meeting.
“Your mouth … fuck Abel. It’s so wet and hot. Mmm …” He shoves to the back of my throat and holds there. I take that moment to close my lips around him more snugly and hollow my cheeks, sucking him, but not moving. “Fuck, Abel, I’m coming.” He pulls his dick from the back of my throat, but not out of my mouth. I feel his come filling my mouth and I swallow quickly, making sure I don’t spill. It wouldn’t do to have come stains on his pants.
Sav slouches in his chair and peels his fingers away from my face. Sitting back on my heels, I lick him clean, not wanting to leave any of his delicious come behind. When I have it all, I lick my lips and look up at him. Savage grabs the front of my shirt and hauls me up to his mouth, diving past my lips and tangling his tongue with mine. The kiss goes on and on and I would be content to let it continue until I can’t breathe, but we’re interrupted by a voice coming through his phone. “Mr. Benavelli, the reps for Midas Grocery are waiting in conference room five.” The woman says, then clicks off.
Savage draws his mouth away, then kisses my forehead. I lean back and look at him. “Sorry I made you late.”
He gives me one of his rare, full-faced smiles, and I practically swoon. How did I get so lucky to have this man smile at me like this? I might have to thank Cris for putting me in his orbit. “Totally worth it.” He kisses my cheek, then pats my hip. We stand and he straightens his clothes. I look him over, checking to make sure he doesn’t have any stains on his pants. Satisfied, I step into him and button his jacket. “Was that a thank you-for-letting-me-design-your-app blowjob?” He asks with a slight smirk.
“Nope. That was a I-like-how-fucking-hot-you-look-behind-your-desk blowjob.” Savage rolls his eyes playfully, then bends to give me a kiss. “You look handsome today, Mr. Benavelli.” I wouldn’t have believed it if I didn’t see it, but Savage actually blushes. It looks good on him.
“Go, Abel. I’ll see you at home.” He calls for Quin and gives me one last kiss before I leave. I don’t make eye contact with Quin because I know he’ll say something that will make me blush, too. His chuckle makes me roll my eyes.
Michael starts walking as soon as he sees me and we hop into the elevator. I look at his reflection in the mirrored door and see he has a small smile playing across his lips.
“What?” I ask.
“Savage has a dirty mouth,” he answers with a barely contained laugh, and my cheeks heat. Not from embarrassment—from arousal. He does have a dirty mouth and I can’t wait to feel it on me again.
Chapter Twelve
Abel
Itdoesn’ttakemelong to finish the app for Savage, and his clients loved it. As he said, he paid me the money he would have paid anyone else and wired Cris the money he asked for. I wish I had stuck to my guns because it’s only a matter of time before Cris asks for more. If he doesn’t get it, there’s no telling what he’ll try to do. So, I buckle down and get more gigs to build up a savings account for my brother. Luckily, my reviews are at 4.8 stars for my work, so it’s easy for me to land jobs and finish them before they’re due.
It fucking sucks that I have to do any of this after I’ve already traded myself. The longer I stay here, the more I see how selfish my brother is. Most people would think trading a year of your life for themnotto be held captive is more than enough. I did what I had to do and don’t regret it. I just wish Cris realized how much I sacrificed for him and how it could have gone wrong for me.
After two weeks of working different gigs, I have almost three grand saved, so if he asks for money, I’ll be ready. But I don’t want to think about that.
When the last job is complete, I take a break. I need it. Graduation is coming up, and I want to concentrate on that. I’ve told my brother the date and time, but I don’t think he’ll be there. It would be nice to see that he’s proud of the work I’ve put in, but Cris has never paid attention to my education other than making sure I don’t fail out so I can get a job. Every time I’ve reminded him, he would either give me a dismissive grunt or tell me he might be too busy to watch me get a piece of paper. Maybe Savage will come or Quin or Michael. Somebody. I’m sure Sav won’t be able to come because of the threats against him, but it’s worth an ask.
During the past two weeks, Savage and I have exchanged blow jobs, and he kisses me until all I taste is him, but we haven’t had sex again. And I’m dying. I’m like an addict—once I’ve had a taste, I want more. But only from Savage.
He’s the only one that sparked an interest in me to want to have sex. I wasn’t a virgin because I was saving myself until marriage or a serious relationship or anything like that. I just never had the urge to have someone’s son sweating on top of me. Until I saw the scarred CEO sitting behind his desk looking fucking edible.
I heard him come inside from work about thirty minutes ago and go to his room, so now is a good time to ask about graduation. Hopping off my bed, I pad the few doors down to Savage’s room. The door is slightly ajar, but I knock anyway and when he doesn’t answer, I step in to see if he’s asleep. I’m not sure, but I think Savage has issues sleeping. Probably why Janet makes the lavender spray. It’s fucking amazing because inhaling that stuff makes me feel safe and drowsy.
He’s not in his bed. Feeling a bit deflated, I turn to walk out when I hear his bathroom door open. I turn around and my mouth waters. Savage is a work of fucking art. His body is thick, shoulders broad, abs prominent, arms corded. His legs are long and muscled. Even his feet are gorgeous. He has his head down, rubbing a towel over his dark brown hair, so I look as long as I can. I know he has an issue with me staring at him.
He takes a minute to notice I’m in his room, but when he does, he gives a little start and covers his junk. I raise an eyebrow at him and smirk. “Sav, I’ve seen everything you’ve got, starting with your dick. You don’t have to hide it from me.” My voice is sickly sweet with a hint of sarcasm.
With fascination, I watch the towel start to rise, while I feel Savage’s eyes lingering on me. I lick my lips and snatch my eyes from the sight of his hard towel-covered dick and meet his eyes. His are burning, but he asks in a relatively calm voice, “Did you need me?”
