Silk Suit & Golf Shoes (When the Boss wants you)

(Sean)

“I need to release myself,” I mutter, shifting uncomfortably on the velvet couch. My balls are heavy and itch like hell. I pinch them through my trousers, sinking deeper into the plush darkness of the club’s furniture.”

Carl shoots me a look, disgusted? Confused? I can't tell, don't care. He finally says.

“Didn't you just do that with someone in the restroom like, five minutes ago?”

“I huff, low and slightly annoyed. Yeah, I know, I'm addicted. It's not my fault people find me hot. I've got no power to resist. My body is always hungry.”

“I don't get how you're still going,” he adds, lifting a bear bottle off the round table and taking a sip. His dark full lips curves slightly. “Seriously I don't get it. “He shakes his head.”

“It's not my fault.” I said, grabbing my own bottle, eyes wondering and landing.”

There she is. A woman. With curves like sin, giving me that look from across the room. She's alone wrapped in a blue mini-dress that screams take me now.

I tape Carl's thigh. “Be right back,” I murmur, my eyes still locked on her.”

“Carl licked his tongue. Yeah, he hates when I vanish like this. But it's not up to me. I'm not the hunter. “I'm the prey, they come for me.”

You need someone to tame you. Lock you in chastity for years,” he calls after me.”

“I glanced back. He rolled his eyes like a pissed-off girlfriend.

Carl Thompson, he's the hottest dude in the city. Smooth dark brown skin, an actor, a literal god walking among mortals. New York got blessed.

People throw themselves on him, and he just gives them that dead inside look.”

“He's a mystery. “Doesn’t date, doesn't hook up. Me? I've tried resisting. I just can't. My driver's spoiled and I have zero type.

The woman licked her glossy lips as I approached. She eyes me from head to toe like I'm dessert. I love it when they do that, proof I'm irresistible.

“She grabs my hand.” I followed.”

The club is huge. She leads me through a hallway, I know what's back there, rooms. People come here to do things. I usually settle for a restroom, fast and dirty.

She giggled, walks like she knows what she's doing. She's going to break my back, and honestly, if I get what I need, I won't mind.”

She swiped a card. The door unlocked. She curled a finger at me, normal I hate that, but right now? My body is screaming. No time to argue.

“I stepped inside.”

“ I don't usually strip completely, but damn this woman is sexy. Well built to be worshipped, I lift her easily, loving the weight of her in my hands. She giggled again. I hate it, it sounds fake, but I don't care.”

“You're hot,” she purrs.”

“I don't reply, I don't flatter, I'm here for one thing. Compliments make things messy.”

“I bury my face between her… Yeah. She laughs that high pitched laugh again. Ugh.

“ I dropped her on the bed, protection already in my hand. I rip it open without glancing at her. She smells amazing, not gonna lie.”

As I slip it on, my eyes fall, and I look away.”

She stared at me, mouth wide open. She didn't expect the size,” I can tell by the way her eyes wide open, cheeks flush, then flick up to my face and back again.

“I smirked.”

“Be gentle.” She whispered, voice trembling.

“I don't do gentle.”

She led me here. No words, just action.

“I got into position. She moans. Her body is ready. I flipped her over. I don't want to see her face.

I grip her and position myself, and move deep and hard. She screams into the sheets, muffling the sound.

“It's loud, but not the loudest I have heard. “I've heard every kind. This one is mature, but still sexy.”

Never been with someone like her before. Never cared. But tonight? I needed to released. No time for preference.

“Ffff,” I groan, flat and raw, one hand pressing her head into the bed. For a second, I forgot she's even real.”

I lost control, grabbed her waist. Moved like it's instinct. I felt her body start to tremble.

“Minutes pass. Her scream faded. Too quiet. Shit!” She didn't faint?”

I stop. Didn't even finish. I pull out.”

“Sobs”

Ugh. “This is why I don't do beds any more. Public rest rooms are better. Quick, no tears. Beds?” They cry. Then I have to say sorry and leave.”

“Are you a monster?” She whispered, voice cracked, no eye contact.”

Not the first time I've heard that.

“I'm sorry,” I mumble, already dressing. Thank God she's alive.

“Just go.”

“Gladly.”

My body refused to calm down, still tense. I walked out, stretching to ease the pressure.

“I spotted Carl again. He'd already killed two bottles.”

“There's a basin in the corner. Watch your hands and use the sanitizer.”

“You done?” He asked.”

“As you see. I flop onto the couch.”

“Carl glanced at me. Something is off. He's acting weird. I hate that.

“Just say what you want to say.”

I stared into his dark brown eyes. His lips twitch.

“Say it,” I said.”

He looks away.

“I don't have time for this Carl. What's wrong?”

“I hate games, I'm impatient. Always have been. Waiting makes my blood boil. My brow tightened. Carl's still quiet.”

“Sean.” I'm gay.”

I didn't see that coming.

He rubs his forehead, eyes cast down. His voice is low, like he's begging me not to judge him.”

“That's it?” Men I thought you were about to tell me you have gotten stage four cancer or something. “ I popped open another bear. It's still cold, love that. “If you die I'll actually miss your boring ass.”

He chuckles. Relief and something more.

“So….. What's your type? I asked him.”

He glanced at me and said nothing.

“Don't expect me to guess, Carl.”

“I don't have a type,” he replies. But I don't buy it. Still I nod and leave it.

Then it hit me. Wait….you mean, you want me to f-” He chokes on his drink. Coughs so hard his temple vein pops.”

“I'm joking,” I said, smirking.”

He breaths, relaxing into the couch. Poor guy.”

Honestly, I didn't see it coming. Carl's being gay changes nothing; he is still my guy.

But then something catches my eyes.

Two men. Tall, Broad. Silent. Standing near the entrance like statues with eyes. Bodyguards.

I turned fully to get a better look.

“Then he appears.

“No way. A man, draped in a loose white suit, steps forward. Dangerous energy rolls off him, but he is not over doing it. Tall. Lean. Dark blonde. He walked over to the guards and stood still, waiting.

“I leaned in, curious. Who is he waiting for?”

I can't even taste my beer anymore. The anticipation chewed at me.

Finally, someone comes up the stairs. Not a woman. A man.”

From the side profile alone, he's a hot frame in a room of shadows, too hot to ignore, too deadly to touch. Fear and lust in one body. Mafia?”

His tattoo knuckles glint's with rings. Even from the side, his face looked carved from something hard. Sharp jaw, near bread, tight taper fade.

A predator wearing prey skin.

My stomach knots. Bitter, deep. I don't like this.”

“Shit,” Carl mutters.”

“I look at him, his staring too.”

“Who the hell is that?” I asked.”

His eyes go wide. Like, like you seriously don't know?”

“i don't know people.” I add.”

That's Machado Lorenzo. The Pablo Machado. Cosa Nostra.”

Still not impressed.

“He's the most feared Mafia Boss alive. Just looking at him makes my hands sweat,” Carl said, trembling.

“Still don't care. “I hate him,” I mutter, Just as a lady in red passed by.

Carl gives me a what the hell face. “ I hate the Mafia,” I clarify.