Page 27 of The Boss's Christmas

Conall groaned then, his head tilted back, hand furiously working his stiffy until he was a moaning mess that unraveled in front of Sloan. His cock jerked and he called Sloan’s name as he came, muscles stiff, cum spurting over his pretty, soft stomach and glazing his peaked nipples. His hair cascaded over the pillow beneath his head and his face flushed a pretty red from a mixture of pleasure and ecstasy. He was the most beautiful thing Sloan had ever seen, had ever owned, and he’d protect Conall at all costs.

Sloan’s own orgasm destroyed him, his balls drawn so close to his body that he was scared they’d burst. They did, but only the way they should. He gripped Conall’s legs tighter and straightened his spine, groaning low in his throat. The force of his release made stars dance behind his closed eyes and every one of his limbs quivered until the last of his cum had exploded inside of Conall and Sloan felt boneless.

He panted, extracting himself from the tight confines of Conall’s hole, and fell onto the bed beside his exhausted pet. Both their chests rose and fell in quick breaths. “Fuck, pet.”

Conall glanced at him and laughed. “Language, sir.”

“Worth it in this case.” Sloan cupped his cheek and dragged him in for a tender kiss. “How was that orgasm?”

Conall’s grin was stupid, like a man who has had all his dreams come true. “Best one ever. Maybe we should do that sort of thing more often.” He ran a fingertip over Sloan’s half hard cock and it twitched under his ministrations. “It’s your turn.”

Sloan snorted. “We wouldn’t need a cock ring, pet. I have enough self-control to keep my orgasm at bay.”

The look on Conall’s face downright terrified Sloan. “I smell a bet, sir. Can I make you come, or can you stop yourself from coming without a cock ring?”

He laughed again. “A bet I could get behind, pet.”

“Ooh, this would be fun.”

Sloan rolled his eyes and gathered Conall against him. He kissed his forehead and stroked his hair. “Did you like your Christmas present, pet?”

Conall buried his face in Sloan’s neck and inhaled. “Yeah, I did.”

Sloan sighed. “A lot of the meetings I went to in New York, the ones I didn’t allow you to go to, were related to finding her. It was a secret, one that I don’t think you liked.”

Conall shoved at his chest and stared up at him with wide eyes. “I did like it, Sloan. A lot. I mean, I was surprised as hell because I haven’t seen her in years. I kind of… didn’t want to. Seeing her like that annoyed me.” He traced an invisible line on Sloan’s chest and kissed his pec. “I couldn’t have killed her even if I wanted to. I’m not as strong as you are.”

Sloan squeezed Conall’s upper arms and glared. He hated hearing him talk about himself like that. It made him mad, made him want to hurt someone. “Pet, you’re stronger. We all have power in us when we need it. You withstood torture from Toscani. That’s enough to show how truly strong you are.”

Conall shrugged and then smiled. “Doesn’t matter anyway. You made Terrance happy. I know it doesn’t seem like it, but he’s always hated her for what she did. And if he’s happy to pull that trigger, then I’m happy, and you did that.” He tilted his chin and Sloan slanted his mouth over Conall’s. They kissed for a short moment. “Thank you.”

“Pet, I will always protect you and give you what you want. Just tell me what it is and it’ll be done.”

Conall’s sinister smile made Sloan’s cock jerk. “You know what I want now?”

“What, pet?”

“I want to know who fed Toscani information. I want my traitor, Sloan, and it’ll be me who puts a bullet in his head.”

Sloan smirked. “Pet, we’re already making headway and it would be my honor to give you the gun.”

“Good.” Conall caressed Sloan’s stomach and went farther south. “Want to fuck my mouth, sir?”

“Would I ever say no to that, pet?”