Page 2 of Sold Blood
"Green," he says quietly.
"Good, Roo." I lay him back on the desk after tossing everything to the floor, not caring if it breaks. Everything is replaceable. Nothing about Joey is and certainly not this moment. He's right, I work too much and everything else can wait until tomorrow, including checking the cameras and locating those reports. I yank down his pants in one tug, leaving on his lace panties. I lean over his body, unbuttoning his shirt and swiping my tongue over his belly button causing him to twitch. "Remember baby, no coming until I say."
I slide my hand down his front, caressing his inner thigh, and bending his knees toward his chest. "Mmm," I say, licking my lips and pressing my finger to his hole, pushing the lace materialpartially inside. "I've been thinking about filling this sweet hole all day. Have you?"
He gasps when I press my finger in further. "Yes. Please, I need you." The fabric of his panties only lets me get so far and he writhes against the desk in frustration. I lift his ass up higher, lowering my face and licking over his lace covered hole. He pushes against my mouth, releasing exasperated breaths. I gather the lace between my teeth, tearing the material enough to fit my tongue in the rip, licking at his pretty little bud.
"Ohhh …" His sounds grow louder and more animalistic as I thrust my tongue between his cheeks, swirling it around and lapping inside him like a starved man. I spit on his hole, rubbing it in with my finger before pushing it inside. Wetting around my finger with more saliva, I go past his tight ring of muscles and his thighs shake.
"More," he begs. "I want it to hurt a little."
Adding a second finger, I scissor his hole before thrusting in a third. "I think you're ready for me now, baby."
I unzip my pants and pull out my cock through the opening of my underwear. Hard and leaking like a fucking faucet, I press my tip to his hole. I push inside him in one thrust, ripping more of the lace panties. He's always so warm and perfect, his walls wrapping tightly around my cock. I tease his nipples with my fingers. His mind is too wrapped up in the pleasure I'm giving his upper body that he relaxes for me everywhere else. His legs part more, and his thighs are no longer tensing around my thighs.
I fuck him deeper and harder. He thrusts his hips upward, unable to gain any rhythm. His hands fall to his sides, and his body goes limp on the desk as I bottom out, hitting his prostate repeatedly. I increase my movements, reaching for his cock. "So good for me, Roo."
"Please," he says, sounding desperate and needy.
"Please what, Roo?"
"Please come inside me. I want to feel all of you. I want to hold you inside of me all night long."
I move in shorter strides, plunging inside him over and over, warmth flooding my lower stomach.
"Isaiah!" My name comes out in a scream. I don't care who's outside the door. Everyone should know that all of Joey's sounds of desperation belong to me. All his moans, heavy breaths, and screams are mine and mine alone. I stroke his long length between my fingers and his thighs to shake.
The pleasure stirring in me becomes too much when his hole tugs hard at my cock. A flame rises inside me, spreading from my limbs like a brush fire. My body tenses and my balls contract as I shoot my release inside him. I know his orgasm has been sitting on the edge for a while and it's time for him to let go so I can catch him. "Go ahead and come for me, baby."
As pleasure cascades through me, I keep stroking his cock and it twitches between my fingers as his release shoots between us. I don't miss the look of bliss on his face and flush of red on his cheeks. I milk him of every last drop, still fucking inside him with my own moans clawing at my throat from the intensity. With my head spinning, I kiss his swollen lips and thrust into him one more time before collapsing forward.
After finding my feet again, I step away from the desk, straightening my back. I offer him my hand to help him sit up and he takes it while still trying to catch his breath. "Looks like we both benefited from that break."
I squeeze his ass, kissing his bruised lips. So fucking addicting. "Don't we always? I guess we will need to get you more underwear."
He laughs, hopping off the desk. I catch him when he stumbles off balance as he gets to his feet. "Easy there. You shouldn't try and stand until you at least remember how."
He rolls his eyes, pushing off my chest and bends down to grab his pants. "Maybe I didn't think it would be a problem since I know as long as you're around, you will always keep me from hitting the ground."
I tuck in my cock and button my pants, zipping them closed. "Even though you hate it when I do?"
"You wrapping those big strong arms around me does make it more tolerable."
I kiss him again and we finish getting dressed, walking out of the office with our wrinkled clothes untucked in some places. A few of our men are standing against the wall of the lobby smiling cheekily, but before one of them can crack a joke someone clears their throat from behind us.
"Having a little too much fun at work again I see." Marcus stands with his arms crossed and a grin on his face.
"It's technically after hours."
He laughs, shaking his head. "I'll see you two later and maybe we can close on that deal we talked about."
What would my father say if he found out that not only is his son alive, but that one of his business partners is his supposed dead lover and that we are his new competition in the drug industry?
Running the Cartel has always been ingrained in me and doing anything else never felt right. My father was right. I was made for this, and I am happy to be doing it with the two best men I know. Marcus had been like a father to me all these years, finding me and Joey at the right time, taking us under his wing.
I've remained hidden because it was better for me and my family that I did. The only person I kept in touch with from my old life besides Joey, was an old childhoodfriend who still crosses my mind every now and then.
Joey kisses me before stepping outside the club and I follow closely behind him, keeping my hand on his hip the whole wayhe walks to the car. I signal toward one of our men to check the car for any explosives. Ever since last week when they’d placed one in the door to one of our buildings, we’ve needed to be more careful. One of our men was killed instantly, blown into smithereens, blood and guts splattered all over the sidewalk in front of the club. What if it were me or Joey who had walked through that door first? The thought still has my stomach twisting in knots.
