Page 2 of Something Unprofessional

Daddy’s hands roamed Ev’s bare chest, pausing to play with his nipple piercings. The tugs went straight to Ev’s drooling cock, making it twitch. “Can you come from these?”

Ev shook his head, beyond words.

“I bet you can.” He gave them a twist. Ev’s vision swam and his jaw dropped. “Not tonight, though.” He moved on, thankfully. He was playing Ev like a musician with a familiar instrument, and Ev wasn’t sure if he was about to be made into a liar. He didn’t have time to contemplate it before Daddy pulled out.

Ev groaned in denial. He got a smack to the ass in reply that turned his legs to jelly. “I thought you were going to trust me,” Daddy said, his voice teasing.

Ev was only still on his feet because he’d locked his knees. He shut his eyes, focusing on the fading sting. God. Fuck. He struggled to bring his brain back online. “Please,” he begged.

Daddy gripped his stinging flesh and squeezed. “Shit, boy,” he said, voice rougher than before. “Don’t distract me.” He pulled Ev upright, turned him, and lifted him onto the counter with his ass at the edge. Ev braced his hands just as Daddy eased back inside him, slow but powerful.

The new angle was even better, and Ev’s head fell back against the mirror with a thunk. “Oh my god. Oh fuck. Daddy.”

Daddy wasn’t teasing anymore. Each movement hit Ev’s prostate dead on. “Touch yourself, boy. I want to see you come.”

Ev’s hand flew to his cock. It only took two pumps to send him over the edge. He came with a shout, pleasure pulsing through him as Daddy’s thrusts sped up until he slammed deep and let out a long, low groan.

“Holy shit,” Ev said as he started to come back to himself. He winced at the empty ache left behind when Daddy pulled free. “That was epic.”

Daddy turned away to discard the condom, but Ev caught the pleased curl of his lips. A moment later, he was back and helping Ev to his feet. Ev could only blink when Daddy fixed his pants for him and then turned him to the sink and pressed up against his back to help Ev wash his hands. He thought about protesting—he wasn’t that little—but it was still nice to be taken care of while he was still woozy from his orgasm.

Once they were both cleaned up, Daddy cupped Ev’s jaw and tilted his face up. “I feel like I may have put you on the spot before.”

Ev furrowed his brow, not sure what Daddy was talking about.

“You were with friends earlier. It’s fine if you want to go back to them.”

Oh. Ev shook his head. His “friends” were his roommate, Owen, and Owen’s boyfriend, Scott. He wasn’t eager to be a third wheel. “I want to stay with you, Daddy,” he said, employing his best puppy-dog look and hoping the effect wasn’t lost behind the mask.

Daddy chuckled. “In that case, let mebuy you a drink.”

Ev was still floatingon the endorphins of their fantastic fuck while he waited for Daddy to return from the bar with their drinks. Ev had offered to go too, but Daddy had planted Ev’s butt on a plush velvet sofa and told him to stay put. Then he’d made his way to the bar. A few people called out greetings as he passed, but Daddy just gave a friendly nod and continued on.

Daddy was hot in his tailored black tux. It was a more traditional New Year’s look than Ev’s. Ev had stretched the formal theme just a bit. He had the nice tailored pants and the vest—he’d just skipped the jacket and the shirt under it. When you had body art like his sleeves, you took every opportunity to show them off. Daddy approved, at least. Ev had seen the way his eyes drifted. And it wasn’t like he was underdressed, compared to a lot of the other subs at this shindig. More than one woman was in just a thong and pasties.

The New Year’s party was in full swing—the crowd increasing the closer they got to midnight. Owen and Scott were around here somewhere. Ev hadn’t seen them since before he’d hooked up with Daddy, but he wasn’t worried. The Edge was a huge building with multiple floors and dozens of rooms. He could text Owen if he needed to track him down.

This part of the club, the lounge, was a social space. The lighting was dim enough to disguise your worst flaws, and the alcohol flowing from the bar in the corner made what was left of them invisible. Comfortable furniture, arranged into semiprivate seating areas, dotted the room. Daddy had led Ev to a sofa with a “Reserved” sign on the low table in front of it. If he hadhis own table, that meant he had a VIP ticket. Ev was impressed. And jealous. Those had sold out in seconds, and they’d been way out of his price range.

A few minutes later, Daddy returned and handed Ev his drink, then settled on the sofa next to him, their thighs brushing. Ev only realized how close he’d been to jittery when the knot in his stomach loosened and the nerves melted away. Daddy draped his arm over the sofa back, and Ev took the opportunity to relax into his side.

“Did you really manage to snag a VIP ticket, or is someone gonna come kick us out when they see us squatting?” Ev asked, tilting his head back so he could see Daddy better, even if the mask hid everything but his mouth and eyes.

Daddy chuckled, the low sound lifting goose bumps on Ev’s arms. “We’re safe, I promise.” His fingers brushed the nape of Ev’s neck, playing with the short hairs there. “I take it you’re new? I haven’t seen you around before.”

“Well, I haven’t seen you either,” Ev threw back as he tapped Daddy’s mask right between the eyeholes.

Daddy smirked. “I like to think I’d remember this mouth,” he said, brushing his thumb over Ev’s lower lip, then touching Ev’s labret piercing. “And those sleeves.” His gaze dropped toEv’s arms.

Ev gave Daddy’s thumb a teasing nip. Yeah, he had a memorable mouth, and his tattoos were fire. Sue him. “I’ve been a member a few months, but I’ve only made it here a couple times. Work is busy.” He pursed his lips. That was an understatement. It would probably get easier as he adjusted to his new job, but he was still in the slightly overwhelmed stage of things. Wanting to make a good impression on his new boss didn’t help. Ev pushed those thoughts away. He hadn’t had a day off all week, and he didn’t want to think about work tonight.

This close, Daddy’s eyes were startlingly blue, even in the dim light. Ev was feeling snuggly, but he was already as close as he could get without being in Daddy’s lap. He sighed. That was the drawback of a club hookup. He didn’t get nearly the cuddle time he needed.

“What’s wrong?” Daddy asked, eyes narrowed as he flicked them between Ev’s.

Ev made a face at having given himself away. He didn’t want to explain. “Will you dance with me, Daddy?”

Daddy’s eyebrow went up in surprise, but he nodded. They finished their drinks, and Daddy led Ev upstairs. Where the first floor was for talking, the second wasn’t. The music was loud enough to drown out Ev’s thoughts. He bounced on his toes as he recognized the song and grabbed Daddy’s hand, tugging him toward the dance floor. The middle of the room was taken up by a large stage that was used for demos most of the time, but tonight, it held a DJ.

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