Page 58 of The Boss
He shrugged, but it had a tightness about it. “Impressed enough that you might get more than a blowjob tonight.”
“How about you give me one now while we wait, pet?” Sloan glanced down at his crotch and back at Conall, brows raised and grin wicked. He half expected Conall to refuse, so when he slid to his knees and crawled under the table, Sloan’s back stiffened in surprise. The tablecloth near his knees shifted and Conall’s head popped out from under it, a smirk playing on those delectable lips.
“Guess I might owe you for saving my life and shit.” His hands slid along Sloan’s thighs and to his zipper, tugging it down teasingly.
The two waiters in the corner stood tall, and while it appeared their eyes were pointed straight ahead, there were a few wandering gazes until they realized what they were doing and snapped their attention in front of them again.
Conall pulled Sloan’s cock out of his zipper and licked one long swipe from the base to the tip. It sent a zing of pleasure through Sloan, landing straight in his balls. It only took a few careful licks and sucks before he was hard as a rock, Conall’s mouth making work of his erection like he was an expert. How had his beautiful, stubborn pet come from a cocksucking virgin to cum-draining professional in a matter of months?
His hand working with his mouth, his fist tightening around the base of Sloan’s cock for added pressure, and as much as Sloan enjoyed the feeling of it, he preferred to hear his pet gag on it.
“Take me all in your mouth, pet.” Sloan slid his fingers through Conall’s short hair, scratching his scalp with his nails. “Let me fuck that pretty mouth until you’re choking on me.”
Conall removed his hold and clasped his hands behind his back. The sight alone made Sloan’s cock jerk, but that was nothing compared to the way Conall sucked him entirely in until his throat was convulsing around the head of his erection. When Sloan shoved a little deeper, Conall’s reflexes reacted and he gagged, just the way Sloan loved hearing.
Conall let the cock slip out of his mouth and inhaled, before he was back into action. He sucked and licked, moving from the hard cock to Sloan’s balls, paying equal attention. Sloan didn’t know who was enjoying it more: him or his pet.
Sloan’s balls drew closer to his body, his cock swelling. He groaned, head thrown back and fingers gripped in Conall’s hair just as the waiter walked back in with the bottle of wine. Cum shot from his cock, painting his pet’s mouth with string after string of his orgasm until his body went limp and his balls were empty.
The waiter paused in surprise and gasped.
And Conall, the cheeky little devil he was, tucked Sloan’s cock away and stood, turning to stare at the waiter while he wiped at the corner of his mouth. “I got my appetizer.” He grinned wickedly and walked around to his side of the table, his own hard cock trapped in the confines of his pants as he fell into his chair. Sloan nodded at Conall’s crotch, but his pet shrugged. “You can eat my arse for dessert.”
The waiter made a noise, but moved again, setting the wine and an optional bucket of ice on the table. “I’ll be right back with your whiskey, sir.” He was halfway to the door when he said it, and Conall chuckled.
“Think he’s a virgin?”
“Maybe. Not everyone is like you, pet. They’re not willing to get on their knees in public and suck their master’s cock.” Sloan grabbed the wine and unscrewed the cork, making it pop. The wine spilled out, but by that time he already had it pouring into the wineglass that sat on the table. “That’s why you’re special.”
He passed the glass to Conall, but his pet frowned at it. “I’m getting my whiskey.”
“Taste it. It’s sublime.” Sloan poured his own glass and set the bottle into the ice, taking a satisfying sip of the smooth alcohol.
“I’m not much of a wine drinker.” His pet took a sip anyway, and grimaced, setting the glass back on the table. “And that’s why I hate wine.”
Sloan laughed gently. “You’re not as refined as you pretend, pet.”
He snorted. “I never pretended to be refined. I hadn’t worn a suit since Dad’s funeral. Only reason I did was because you were coming to the Virtue and Terrance was having a mini heart attack.”
“You look gorgeous in a suit.”
“But I look better naked.” Conall grinned.
The waiter had returned, and he gave Conall his glass of whiskey before scampering back to the others. Conall swallowed the liquid in one swallow, groaning. “God, that’s good.”
“Tell me about your father. You said he knocked you and your brother around. Where was your mother?”
Conall raised his empty glass at the waiters, and one of them—not the one who’d flirted with Sloan—came over to take it, then left to get him another one. “She abandoned us when I was three. He beat her too, and she couldn’t handle it anymore.” He shrugged. “Last I heard, she was selling her body down in Hell’s Kitchen.”
“You never went looking for her?” Sloan couldn’t tear his gaze away from him. Even as he spoke about his past, he acted like he was talking about the weather. His voice hadn’t changed, and disinterest flittered over his face, like he’d accepted his history.
“Why should I? The bitch left Terrance and me behind to take the beatings instead. She doesn’t deserve our help.” Conall leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms. “She could be on her back with a needle sticking out of her arm, and I could walk past her and still wouldn’t help her.”
“Hm.” Sloan smiled. “Would you like me to find her so you can kill her yourself, pet?”
Conall chuckled. “I should be surprised that you offered to find my mum so I can kill her, but I’m not.”
“Is that a yes?”
