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His eyes watered when Jules thrusted, and he let his jaw relax to let him have full reign of his throat. Jules was digging down into Brick’s scalp as he fucked his face savagely, and Brick kept swallowing back spit so he wouldn’t choke. Drool was already running down his chin, his eyes blurry from the tears, and it was utterly glorious.

“Here we go,” Jules grunted. “Here it comes, baby boy. Daddy’s gonna give it to you. Mmm, now come on. I wanna see you bust. Come for fuckin’ Daddy.”

Brick closed his eyes and let himself go, jerking off frantically to match Jules’s rough pace. The taste of Jules’s come splashing over Brick’s tongue was accompanied by a low groan, and Jules held himself deep in Brick’s throat to spill the rest.

Swallowing every drop, Brick stroked as fast as he could, his thighs trembling as the heat inside of him boiled over. Jules had used his mouth like a damn toy, his roughness betrayed by the gentle fingers now smoothing Brick’s hair back. It was that sweet touch as much as the load in his mouth that pushed Brick over the edge, and he pulled off Jules’s cock to moan his pleasure as he came hard.

“Good boy, there you go,” Jules praised. He leaned forward so he could watch the last of Brick’s come pulse over his fingers. “Mmm, look at that. Look at the big pretty dick. You made a mess outta yourself, baby boy. You did all that for Daddy.”

“Fuck yeah.” Brick’s head was thrumming from the rush, and he was panting hard. He pushed himself up for a kiss, letting it linger for a long moment. He was out of breath, sweating, and he had just blown his sexy gangster neighbor right here on the couch.

Fuck, that had been hot.

“So.” Jules grinned. “What was that about sayin’ no again?”

“Oh, come on now.” Brick laughed. “Eat me, Daddy.”

“Gimme about twenty minutes and Daddy will eat whatever the fuck you want, baby boy.”

“You’re on.”

Chapter Five

Brick woke up with a fuzzy head from way too much whiskey, his nose faintly throbbing, and a very big and strong arm wrapped around him. He hadn’t yet opened his eyes, trying to take stock of where he was and what had happened.

Him and Jules…

Daddy Jules.

Oh God.

Equal parts shame and elation colored the fantastic memories of last night, and Brick couldn’t resist a cheeky smile.

Twenty minutes ended up being the perfect amount of time for Brick to drink a little too much and have Jules cut him off, denying him that second round and saying it was time to call it a night. Brick vaguely remembered making out again on the couch before being carried like an actual princess to bed. Jules had made him drink some water and change into the borrowed sweats he was currently wearing, and then they’d both passed out.

It had been fun, exciting, and oh yeah, there was that other part of the evening where Brick found out Jules was actually a dangerous gangster.

Well, shit.

Wait, and didn’t this dangerous gangster have a girlfriend? That Queen woman?

The many emotions tugging away in Brick’s mind immediately lurched to the side of shame thanks to a heaping helping of guilt.

He didn’t feel up to cuddling now, nice as it was, and he decided to try and slip out of bed. He still had a job to do, lots of emails to check, and he was now desperate to return to something resembling normalcy.

Jules’s big arm tightened around him, and his gruff voice said, “And where are you goin’, hmm?”

“Just you know, uh, stretching.” Brick turned over so he could look at Jules.

Jules’s eyes were still closed, and he quirked a brow. “Runnin’ out on me, huh?”

“No. I mean, yes.” Brick sighed, and he sagged against Jules’s chest. “Look, last night was awesome, but there is a lot of shit I need to process with a clear head, okay?”

Jules peeked at Brick. “Like what?”

“I have a list.”

“I got time.” Jules rubbed Brick’s back. “We’re adults, ain’t we? What’s up?”

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