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Page 84 of Who Said Mobsters Were Scary?

He swats my hand away playfully and gives me a quick peck on the lips. “It’s too late now. Let’s go.”

And so we do, meeting his friend at a luxurious restaurant with a view of Nagoya Tower from its rooftop garden. I can’t concentrate at all on the conversation, nodding and humming in agreement and trying not to give away my boner. Chai is a little flustered himself, but a lotbetter at hiding it than me, though that changes when we move on to the club once we are done with dinner.

His glances become even sexier, the way he pulls on his bottom lip and runs his tongue over it driving me crazy. I join him on the dance floor and press my front to his back, letting him feel my erection as we grind against each other. Keeping my hands on his waist, I guide our movements, kissing my way up his neck and jaw.

“Where is your friend?” I ask, smiling at the way he shivers when I roll my hips.

He points to the crowd ahead. “There, somewhere. I think he found someone for the night.”

I squint and search the faces until I locate him. He’s making out with a woman in a bikini top and leather shorts. “Text him that we are going home. I don’t think he’ll mind.”

“There are suites upstairs,” Chai tosses impatiently, taking his phone out and shooting the guy a message. His free hand dips between us, trying to get hold of my dick.

“You sex fiend. We had an agreement. Don’t try to tempt me.”

I very much want to be tempted, but I’m not missing out on making him watch in the mirror as I ram into him from behind. Plus, I can torture him with the vibrator on the way back.

By the time we stumble into his apartment, he’s all over me, owning my mouth as he rips my clothes off and drags me to the bedroom. The light seeping in through the open curtains is enough to give the room a moody vibe, so we don’t even bother with the lights, beelining straight for the bed. He pushes me down and rids me of my underwear, devouring me whole with his wild eyes. I get lost in them, drowning willingly in one moment, only to howl in thenext as his lips wrap around my dick. With hunger that matches mine, he swallows me almost to the base, choking a little.

“Yes, good. That’s it,” I encourage him as he starts bobbing his head, hanging mine back to enjoy the tingling sensation crawling all over my body.

When I start to feel like I’m getting close, I grab him by the hair and pull him off. Dragging him up the bed, I smash our mouths together, tasting myself on him. His tongue licks all around me, eager and slick and delicious.

“I’m ready to give you what you want, Chai,” I rasp when we come apart for air. “Spread your legs for me.”

He loses his sexy underwear and faces the mirror while I slick myself up. I position myself behind him as he lifts his still plugged ass. His dick is leaking precum like crazy. I collect some of it with my fingers, then lick it, anticipation pooling in my stomach as his dark eyes turn even darker. Bending forward, I kiss my way down his tattooed back, the impressive design not failing to make me pause and appreciate it.

“I want a tattoo like yours,” I blurt out, fumbling with the plug. He gasps, clenching around it. “You can pick the design. But make it something that screams ‘I belong to Chai’ when people see it.”

Leo’s words almost make me come before I even have himin me. I’ve noticed the way he looks at my back, the way his fingers trace the ink reverently. Tattoos are not for everyone, and especially here in Japan where they are looked down upon, but it would be a lie to say I haven’t thought about how one would look on him. Something similar to mine, but instead of a red dragon, his would be blue.

The design would stay the same aside from the colors and the dragon’s eyes. That’s how people would know he’s mine because no tattoo is ever the same. They retain elements and colors, they might incorporate the same crest, but they are never quite like one another.

“Are you sure, Leo? Something like this is permanent,” I point out, heat racing down my spine as he takes out the toy.

“Yes, I am.” He chuckles fondly, kissing my left shoulder blade. “But you can ask me again later if you think I might be horny talking,” he adds, pecking the right one.

The affection is his voice and gesture is potent. My chest suddenly feels tight. Butterflies flutter inside my stomach, sending out waves of shivers through the rest of me. All my senses focus on Leo. I can feel him, I can smell him, I can taste him. Mountains and musk surround me in a cocoon of heat as he drapes his body over mine, every inch of my skin singing.

Nestling his dick in the crease of my ass, he leans further, our mouths meeting in a kiss. The heat of his rigid erection riles me up, making me overly aware of how empty I feel after having the toy taken out. My hole is pulsing with the need to be filled, the sensation strange but pleasantly overwhelming.

Just like he’s mine, I want to be his in all the ways possible. I want to give and take, to claim and be claimed.I want to make him scream in pleasure even if he’s the one giving it to me.

“Leo, I want you,” I say when we pause our kiss, looking him straight in the eyes. “Make me feel good with your cock.”

His nostrils flare and his eyes burn with desire, the blue as dark at the midnight sky. He loves it when I tease him like this. I’ve gotten better at it and nowadays I can get him hard whenever and wherever I want just by whispering obscenities in his ear. We’ve been taking our time with his list of erotic fantasies, and we’ve added a few of mine as well. Doing it outside where people can see us is one of them, and so is getting my dick pierced.

“Yeah? You want my thick hard dick pounding you from behind?” He shudders in delight and straightens up, rubbing my hole with his finger. “Your hole is so pretty, Chai. Stretched and ready. I can’t wait to see my cock get all eaten up by it.”

He shuffles closer, pinching my ass as he lines his dick. Squirting more lube, he rubs the head around, pushing it in ever so slightly. Sparks dance down my spine, reaching my balls. I watch him in the mirror, his focus unwavering as he applies a little more force and enters me.

My breath catches. The head slides in easily, slick and hot. I moan at the pleasant stretch, relaxing around it.

“Fuuck, that’s it, Chai. So good, let me in,” he encourages, pushing deeper.

He’s thick. It feels almost too much. It’s nothing like the toy or his fingers, the fullness and the pleasantly burning stretch ten times as intense. Ten times better. My entire body feels it, my toes curling and my nipples getting even harder. My dick twitches, little zaps of electricity chasing each other along its base.

My ass presses to Leo’s front as he bottoms out. We stay like this for a few heartbeats, and once I am somewhat used to his girth, he starts moving. My eyes roll back at the first tug of my prostate, an obscene groan ripping out of my throat.