Page 83 of Who Said Mobsters Were Scary?
He pushes his legs out a bit and gives his leaking cock a firm stroke. “I could call Phat and cancel.”
As much as that sounds like the best idea ever right now, I shake my head. It’s been extremely difficult to coordinate something with his pilot friend after bailing on that dinner in Bangkok, so I wouldn’t want to get in the way of their catch up. Rounding up Goro’s associates who’d been instructed to run his drug ring in his absence had me and Chai busy last time Phat was in Japan, but at least that’s mostly sorted now. A few small fries are still on the run, but Goro’s plan to do dirty business behind everyone’s back was completely and utterly foiled.
I don’t even know what he was thinking, considering Chai was onto him pretty much from the get-go. Isuppose the lucrative offer the Thai Minister and those asshats from New York had put forward was too irresistible for his greedy brain, but did he really think he could take down Daichi and Chai if he failed to convince them to agree?
Honestly, I’m baffled at the whole thing. It’s not like he was poor. All of the Akiyama lieutenants are very well compensated for the work they do, but then again, it’s said that human greed knows no bounds.
“Nah. It took six months for your schedules to align. I’m not going to let my horny dick ruin it for you.”
Chai gives me a thoughtful look. “I remember you saying something about doing it in front of an audience… I could cancel the reservation and invite him over.”
It’s on my list of erotic fantasies, he’s right. But not today. “Nah. I’ve got a better idea. Besides, I’m still not over what happened when your old man told the gang about us. It was honestly embarrassing, even for me.”
Shaking his head, Chai shoots me an affectionate smile. “Next time don’t threaten my dad that you’d expose his Hello Kitty obsession?”
“Yes, yes. I learned my lesson. Now come with me.”
I drag Chai to the bedroom and sit him on the bed. He complies and watches me rummage through his clothes, picking what I want him to wear. That’s another thing I discovered I’m into—I like to tell him what to wear sometimes, and likewise, I enjoy when he picks stuff for me.
Five minutes later, I find what I’m looking for. I dump the pile of clothes next to him, along with the extra accessory he’s to wear today. His eyes zero in on it with laser-sight intensity.
“I take it you approve?” I say, palming myself through my clothes.
He nods, licking his lips. “As long as you aren’t just teasing me like last time.”
I wince.Ouch. That was a low blow, but also totally justified. Last time I had him wear something under his clothes I ended up too turned on and begged him to fuck me. Shameless of me, I know, but what can I say? I really like how his dick feels in my ass.
I’ve gotten very skilled at riding him too, and often I can make him come before I finish. We’ve been trying different things and I’ve discovered that he is indeed an amazing dirty talker. Oh, and I’ve yet to rail him with my thick cock despite my threatening promises every time he makes a mess of me in bed. But today is the day.
“On your fours and give me your ass,” I command, my voice coming out hoarse.
He trembles and does as told, lifting his ass and spreading his legs. His balls hang heavy and tempting, so I give them a rub before I focus my attention on his hole. He loves me fingering him, but he goes absolutely crazy when I eat him out, so I start with that.
Spreading his ass with my hands, I nuzzle around his hole, licking the rim until it’s nice and wet and I can dip the tip of my tongue past it. I feel his muscles flex and tense when I do it, telling me how much he wants it. I don’t intend to rush though; making him whine and beg me for it is part of the fun.
I add a finger to my ministrations, keeping the pressure light but there. I’m still not breaching him and before long he starts to complain, whimpering and grunting and hissing for me to stop teasing him.
“C’mon, Chai, I know you like it when I don’t give you what you want immediately,” I coo, grazing my teeth along his right ass cheek.
“At this point we won’t have time for you to give me anything,” he barks back, a hint of frustration intermixing with the lust in his voice. “We need to leave in ten minutes, or we’ll be late.”
I glance at the digital clock in the left corner of the mirror mounted along the door of his walk-in closet, realizing he’s right. I got carried away and forgot the time. It’s totally his fault.
Humming in agreement, I plunge my tongue inside him without warning, making him gasp and cry out. I love the taste of him and the noises he makes, the way his thighs tremble and his abs tighten. I can make him come just from this without touching his dick, but we really don’t have time for it, so after a couple more licks, I pull away from his ass. Grabbing the lube, I pour a generous amount over his hole and use my fingers to spread it. I repeat the same with the beaded butt plug I’m about to insert. This one is a medium size, about the same circumference as two of my fingers. We tried it for the first time the other day and he liked it, saying he could feel it more compared to the one with the smooth surface that we’ve been playing with. It also has a vibrator inside it.
Slowly, I insert the toy, twisting it so he can feel it better. He moans when the second, fatter beaded section slides past his hole and then moans again with the third and the fourth. The end of the toy is like an anchor, so I position it with one edge following the curve of his crease and the other one sitting at the base of his balls. When he walks, he will surely feel it brushing against him.
I step off the bed and appreciate the view. He’s beautiful in an obscene kind of way that fires up that animalistic need to claim him in my brain. Shoving my cock in him and making him scream is all I can think about as he startsgetting dressed, but I push the urge down as best as I can, talking myself into behaving because the reward will be worth it.
Chai puts on the dark blue thong I picked for him, the front pocket barely containing his hard dick. I went for the gray slacks that hug his form, which means that when I grab his ass and spread it, I can see the outline of the toy. His shirt is a simple white with golden seams, but since I’m not having him wear a vest, I can spy on his pierced nipples. I’m pretty sure others will be able to as well, but that’s part of what makes it so sexy.
We stand before his mirror as he adjusts his belt and slicks his hair back, giving it that K-pop finish. Mine is still as messy as it was earlier, but since that just-out-of-bed look isn’t bad on me, I don’t bother to trying to tame it.
Planting myself behind Chai, I slide my hand down his spine and then ass, pressing on the toy. “Should I turn it on for you?” I whisper in his ear, nipping the curve with my teeth.
“I’m not sure that’s a good idea,” he says, pushing against me. The slight arch the movement causes in his back stretches the fabric of his shirt, giving me an unobstructed view of his prominent nipples.
“Shit, look at them.” I flick one, satisfaction flooding me at how hard it actually is. “I think I’m starting to reconsider meeting your friend, after all.”
