Chapter 4

Originally, Mitch had gotten an internship right after graduating university, but whenever he worked overtime for several days in a row or had frequent field work that required a lot of physical activity, his ankle invariably acted up.

Watching from the sidelines, Douglass had offered to set up a café in the company building.

Having often been sick from pheromone imbalance in his youth and being the youngest, Douglass had grown up getting whatever he wanted from his family. Opening a café inside the Laverne Building wasn't even a difficult task.

'I don't even have a barista certificate. I barely drink coffee, how am I supposed to run a café?'

'I'll take care of everything, you just need to show up. Don't work too hard, just come in occasionally to make sure the place is running well without straining your ankle.'

'How can a place run with the owner acting like that?'

'I said I'll handle it. It'll be convenient and nice to work in the same building as me.'

'Do you think customers are stupid?'

'The company employees can all buy from there.'

'Does that just happen? Stop talking nonsense.'

'Fine, whatever. Mitch Forbes, you just make coffee and smile brightly when I come. Don't look so glum. Got it?'

Though Mitch initially refused, he gradually became persuaded once he realized Douglass was serious. He was also secretly grateful to Douglass for his offer.

Douglass, who had never planned to properly learn the business, began coming to the company to see Mitch's face when Mitch started going to the café daily. From what he heard, the Laverne Group chairman was very pleased when Douglass suddenly said he wanted to learn the company business.

As soon as he decided to open the café, Mitch got his barista certificate. He studied about coffee beans and personally visited roasteries to select beans.

Wanting to do well since he was starting, he decided on an espresso bar concept after much consideration. He also spent his savings on interior design to match the concept.

As a result, Neo-Bell became quite a famous café in the area.

Mitch was always grateful to Douglass, knowing this was possible thanks to his consideration.

The problem was that Douglass was involved in everything from his personal life to his workplace.

Like now.

"You said don't go to work tomorrow?"

He wanted to ask why Douglass was making such decisions on his own, but he hesitated to confront him, probably because he couldn't ignore Douglass Brady's stake in Neo-Bell.

He was afraid that if he was tormented all night, he really might not be able to go to work tomorrow.

The gaze following his face was intense. Alpha pheromones had been flowing strongly enough to make him dizzy. Despite his own will, Mitch hunched his shoulders as he felt his body gradually responding with a tingling sensation. The atmosphere suggested Douglass wouldn't easily let go.

After reading Douglass's mood, Mitch carefully slid down to the floor beneath the sofa.

"I'll use my mouth."

"You're not good at oral."

Douglass placed his hand on Mitch's shoulder, seeming a bit surprised.

"Take it or leave it."

"Who said I didn't want it? You try hard but I'm worried you can't make me come."

Taking it as acceptance, Mitch ignored the crude remark and carefully caressed Douglass's crotch. He could clearly feel the dick growing larger under the underwear. Muscles gradually tensed in the firm thighs.

"Take it out, quickly."

Douglass urged impatiently. When Mitch pulled down the underwear, the dick sprang up aggressively. Just looking at the hard dick made the inside of his throat prickle. As if foreseeing the pain to come.

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Douglass lifted his hips as if asking how long Mitch was going to just stare. His eyes sparkled brightly with anticipation. At the same time, his twitching dick repeatedly poked Mitch's white cheek.

Mitch glanced at Douglass's eyes before parting his lips to take the tip into his mouth.

It was already hard and thick, making his jaw ache immediately.

"Mmm."

"Do it properly."

He was planning to do it properly even without being told. Otherwise, he'd suffer through penetration all night.

Mitch opened his mouth wider and took the dick deeper. Along with the musky male scent, he felt the heavy alpha pheromones.

"Nnng..., mnph."

A flush had risen to Mitch's face as his breathing became restricted while servicing the dick. He moved his head up and down to suck on the dick filling his mouth.

"Don't raise your tongue."

Douglass instructed while rubbing Mitch's nape. His deep voice, rough with excitement, stimulated the sensitive shell of Mitch's ear.

Slurp, slurp. The sounds were embarrassingly explicit. He could feel heat rising to the tips of his ears.

Overcome with embarrassment, Mitch lowered his eyes and focused on the fellatio. Douglass's gaze remained fixed on Mitch's long eyelashes and red lips, unwilling to look away.

"Hnngh."

The faster and deeper Mitch moved his head, the more Douglass's satisfied moans filled the room.

He gently touched Mitch's bulging cheeks before roughly pushing back his bangs. When his forehead became visible, his flushed face was completely exposed. Mitch's face, with a dick fully in his mouth, looked like a white canvas with small splashes of red paint.

"It suits you."

Douglass murmured lowly as he gripped Mitch's soft hair between his fingers.

Lately, he'd been regretting setting up the café for him. Imagining that face smiling and greeting customers sweetly all day made his insides twist.

There might be many reasons why Mitch's café was doing well, but Douglass knew one of them was this damn pretty face. The coffee seller was unnecessarily attractive.

This lewd face and body should only be seen by me. Douglass thought such lecherous thoughts as he moved his hips. He definitely needed to mark his territory by filling Mitch Forbes with his semen. Soaking him in alpha pheromones so other alphas wouldn't dare touch him.

"Ugh, mph, mmng...! Hurmp."

Despite struggling with the thick dick pushing to the back of his tongue, Mitch didn't back away and admirably relaxed his throat. Tears that had been welling up finally streamed down his cheeks.

"Fuck, just hold on a bit more."

Douglass cursed through clenched teeth as he threatened. Then he completely stirred up Mitch's hot, soft inner mouth and forcibly opened his throat.

"Hnnnng! Mmmph...!"

"You always like it when I press the back of your molars with my dick."

Douglass mischievously snickered. When Mitch struggled, reaching his limit for holding his breath, the dick withdrew with perfect timing.

"Haa, haa..., ha."

Staring down at Mitch who was catching his breath, Douglass gripped his wet, glistening dick and rubbed it against the reddened cheeks. Mitch closed one eye and grimaced.

Feeling the soft face's texture against various parts of his dick, Douglass's lower abdomen tensed.

"Take it in again."

"Mm...."

Mitch opened his mouth with half-lidded, drowsy eyes.

Instead of immediately placing the glans in his mouth, Douglass rubbed his dick against the slender jaw and small nostrils. Mitch diligently moved his head following this irregular path, trying to take the dick in his mouth. It looked as if he was begging to receive the semen, which drove Douglass's excitement to its peak.

"Do it quickly. Okay...?"

Knowing exactly what Douglass liked, Mitch licked the glans with his tongue and whined.

"Do what?"

"Mmm."

"Where?"

"...nnh, in my mouth."

"Open wide."

Mitch opened his mouth with an "ah" as if he'd been waiting for this. Finally succumbing to temptation, Douglass thrust his dick all the way to the base into the open mouth.

"Ahngh!"

"Shit...."

After moving his hips roughly a few times, unable to resist the urge to ejaculate, he buried his dick deep in Mitch's throat and released it. The vibration of semen going down the throat with gulping sounds was felt through his dick.

"Knh."

"Ughk, nng...."

After a while, Douglass withdrew his dick. Despite his entire throat feeling raw, Mitch licked away the remaining semen from the tip of Douglass's dick while making small coughs. When his lips lightly touched it, there was a soft "tch" sound.

"Haa.... Haa, that's... enough."

Before he finished speaking, Douglass roughly gripped Mitch's hair and pulled him up for a kiss. Unlike his rough handling, the kiss was extremely gentle.

As if he was even thirstier, Douglass tasted and stole the breath in Mitch's mouth. He wanted to dominate every last bit of him.

"Mm... nnh."

That's why Mitch became afraid. At the thought that he might be deceiving him.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

When Mitch looked up with wet eyes, Douglass tilted his head and asked.

"Do you have something to tell me?"

Douglass completely separated their lips and looked down at Mitch, who was still kneeling between his legs.

"I do."

Mitch swallowed dryly.

"...What is it?"