Page 8 of Beta Team-The Saviors: Part One

“Fuck. I like hearing you say my name.” He starts moving against me, mimicking a fucking motion. “You going to beg formy cock?” Ari starts kissing my neck, working his way down my chest. “Beg me, Sweet cheeks.”

“Holy shit. Please.”

Ari stands beside the couch, and his hands go to his jeans. I wait with my breath held as he pushes them from his hips along with his boxer briefs. He kicks them the rest of the way off and starts stroking himself. “Well, he wasn’t lying about you being huge.” He’s long and thick, with veins running down the shaft that I want to trace with my tongue.

Ari’s stroking pauses, and he raises a brow. “Who’s he?”

“Tyler.”

“What the fuck?” Ari laughs. “That asshole doesn’t know what my dick looks like.” Ari’s hands go to my jeans and starts undoing them. “Are we really going to talk about him right now?”

“No,” I gasp when he jerks them down my hips and off my feet, leaving me naked in front of him.

“Goddamn,” he groans, running his hand down my cock. “So pretty.”

“Are you sure you’ve never done this before?”

“Damn sure.” He jerks me to my feet, grabs my hand, and pulls me to my room. He stretches out on his back, still slowly stroking his cock. “Come taste me, Sweet cheeks.”

With pleasure.I get on my knees beside him and grab the base of his cock. Licking around the head, I move my hand, stroking him, figuring out what he likes. His breath catches when I slide my mouth further down and tighten my hand. Ari sinks his fingers into my hair and pushes on my head. Moving my hand, I take his cock into my mouth as far as I can.

His loud groan is cut short by a phone ringing from the living room. It stops and immediately starts again. “Fucking hell,” Ari grumbles. “I have to get that.” I pull back with a pout, and he pecks my lips. “Two seconds.”

He jumps from the bed, and I watch his tight ass on the way from my room. He’s gone for a few minutes, and I can hear him quietly talking on the phone. He comes back, a look of regret on his face. “What’s wrong?”

“That was my boss. I have to go.”

“Now?”

“Yeah,” he sighs, suddenly looking tired. “Can I see you later?”

“I guess.” I lay back in the bed, throwing a sheet over my bottom half. Disappointment doesn’t cover what I feel right now. Was this his way of getting out of it?

Ari comes over to the bed and leans down until his face is right in front of mine. “I don’t want to leave you, so please don’t think that.” How the hell did he do that? “It’s just with my job; I can’t ignore a direct order.”

“What is your job?”

“That’s a conversation for another time.” He kisses me slowly and lays his forehead against mine. “I’ll message you.”

I watch Ari walk into the living room and don’t breathe until I hear the door shut behind him. Was he serious about not wanting to leave me? Ari doesn’t seem like the type who would lead someone on, so I need to give him the benefit of the doubt since the other alternative is too depressing.

With a groan, I roll from the bed and gather my stuff from the living room. I’m just climbing back into bed when my phone pings with a message. I dig it from my pants pocket and can’t wipe the stupid smile from my face when I see Ari’s name on the screen. He made me exchange numbers when he found out I sometimes worked the bar alone.

Ari: I told you I would message you.

Jason: So, you did. Are you texting and driving?

Ari: No. I’m still outside your apartment. Do you work tonight?

Jason: Yes.

Ari: I’ll come by, and maybe we can have a redo.

Jason: I’d like that.

Ari: Me too. More than you know. Talk to you later.

Jason: Later.