Page 92 of The Silencer
Anthony hums under his breath and then looks at Bane and Kingston. “Why don’t you two go find Angelo. I need a moment alone with Tatum.”
Bane groans. “Aw, come on. Can’t we watch? I know it’s gonna be hot.” He turns to Kingston and winks. “Their chemistry is off the charts.”
Anthony’s hands tighten on me, and I feel my cock perk up between my legs.
“Is that so?” Kingston asks, settling back on the couch. “I do love a good show.”
Anthony huffs and then reaches out and cups my cock through my pants. I gasp and then arch up into it, the mood suddenly changing. The air thickens and the tension snaps between us.
“I think this one will just be for me,” Anthony hisses. “Just for me.”
Bane shifts on his feet with a pout, and Kingston nods, standing up once more and placing his hand on Bane’s back.
“We’ll go find Angel and maybe stop and thank Teddy for his creations.”
“If we have to,” Bane pouts, peering over his shoulder as he goes, wanting to catch a glimpse of the action, but Anthony waits, massaging my cock through my pants until they’re finally gone.
As soon as the door clicks shut, Anthony unzips my pants and pulls my cock out, grabbing onto it and squeezing.
“You can’t help yourself, can you? Making everyone want you.”
I moan and then shake my head, staring at those tattooed fingers against my cock. It’s so hot. He’s so fucking hot. “It’s called flirting and it’s harmless.”
“And yet, they can’t help but want you. To fuck you. Own you.”
I arch into his palm and then gasp when his thumb brushes over the swollen tip of me.
“It doesn’t matter though, does it? Because I belong to you,” I reply and then lean back and rub my nose against his neck, inhaling the scent of him. Manly, dark.
Perfection.
“Maybe I should call them back in and let them watch.”
I groan at the thought. I’ve never been into public sex before, but for some reason, when it’s Anthony doing it, claiming me, I want it. I want everyone to see how he owns me in that moment, how he makes me lose my fucking mind.
“I don’t…you should meet with your friend. He came all this way.”
He hesitates, his hand stilling on my dick. “You want me to wait? I’ve never known you to have patience.”
“I just,” I groan when he reaches down and cups my balls gently. “I just feel bad, you know?”
“Don’t feel bad. Kingston can wait. Now stand up and take your pants off.”
I groan as I do, pushing my pants down my legs and feeling them bunch around my ankles.
“All the way. I want you spread.”
“Why?” I ask as I kick them off and they puddle near the couch.
“Because. I. Said. So.”
I roll my eyes as he grabs on to my hips and pulls me into him, his eyes meeting mine. They spark, dark and erotic. He wants me, I can see it. It’s as clear as day.
“I want you bent over my desk, feet spread apart. As far as they can go.”
I nod and do as he says, leaning over the cool wood and spreading my legs as far as they’re able.
Anthony moves up behind me, humming appreciatively at the sight before him. His hand reaches between my legs, grazing over my balls as he takes a hold of my cock and pulls it from where it’s pressed against the desk. It’s now perpendicular with the floor, aching with the need to come.