Collaring Chaz (Dante's Infernal #2) - Joel Abernathy Page 0,36

stopped to ask myself why.

Yeah, falling in love with Dante had been a huge fucking trainwreck that could have easily destroyed our friendship, if he’d been sober enough to catch onto my feelings back then. That didn’t mean things would be the same way with Chaz.

I moaned in bliss, letting my head drop against the back of the couch. He knew exactly when to switch between short, tender links and long, hard suction to draw the pleasure out as long as possible. As I grew close, I decided I wanted to come buried in his throat. I fisted my hand in his hair and pushed down with just enough force to get the message across.

Chaz shifted his position and obeyed eagerly, opening his jaw even wider to allow me to force my cock past the back of his tongue. I recognized the whimper vibrating through me as the involuntary reflex it was, and I pushed a little deeper, resisting the urge to grind my hips into him while he was already choking on my cock. I was just about to come when someone's phone buzzed against the glass end table, overpowering the pleasant little vibrations of him trying to breathe.

"Son of a bitch," I muttered. It had to be his phone, because mine was on silent. I let him push me out of his mouth enough to breathe, but gave his hair a tug when he tried to stop altogether. "I didn't say you could stop, pup."

He whimpered in submission, but he resumed worshiping my crown eagerly enough.

I reached over to pick up his phone. Answering was part of his punishment. "Whatever this is, it had better be good."

Chaz shot me a dirty look, grazing my tip with his teeth.

"Oh, you're so gonna pay for that later," I muttered, more turned on than annoyed. I just wasn't going to let him know that.

"What?" Dante's incredulous voice came through the line, putting a damper on my arousal. Oh, well. That would just make it last longer. "Raf? Where the fuck is Chaz?"

"He's indisposed at the moment," I said dryly, keeping my hand on the back of his head. He just rolled his eyes and kept sucking. "Can I take a message?"

Dante's exasperated sigh caused static on the phone. "No, but you can pull out for a minute and put him on. It's important."

I grunted in irritation, but if he was calling, it was probably to swallow his pride and ask Chaz to come back to the studio like Cash and I had been nagging him about all week. "Fine," I said, holding the phone out to Chaz. "Here he is."

As soon as he slid my cock out of his mouth, he licked his lips, which was a sight to behold in itself. He took the phone and pressed it to his ear, resting his arms on my thighs as he knelt between them. "Hey, Dante. What's up?"

"Raf, apparently," I heard him say. I just smirked as Chaz's cheeks turned pink. "If you two think you could stop boning for one afternoon, we could use you back in the studio."

That was sure a funny way to start an apology.

I didn’t know why I expected Chaz to tell him to fuck off like I would have. His face just lit up eagerly, and he straightened his spine like he’d just found out he was the hundredth caller to a contest to win his own fucking private island.

"Okay, yeah!" he said excitedly. "When?"

"As soon as you can get here."

"Sure," he said, starting to get to his feet. "I should be able to—"

I snatched the phone out of his hand, ignoring the look of dismay on his face as I raised it to my ear. "He’ll get there when he gets there," I said before hanging up.

For a few seconds, Chaz just stared at me with his jaw slack. "What the hell?"

"For one thing, you're my pup. Not his," I said firmly, dragging him back onto my lap. "You come when I say. Everyone else can get fucked."

He seemed like he wanted to argue at first, but instead, he pressed his mouth into a firm line and went silent. The fact that he wasn't telling me to fuck off was proof enough I was right.

"For another," I continued, taking his chin in my hand to force him to look at me, "you can't just let him do this shit."

"Do what?" he asked innocently.

The saddest part was, I knew he meant it. It was one thing