Boy in the Club a boy & billionaire novel - Rachel Kane Page 0,84

front of him. Head bowed.

I dare not even think about how sensual this feels, how I can suddenly detect every square inch of my skin, like all my senses are turned on high.

I can’t think about that. It’s wrong. I should take my lumps and go.

I should stop caring.

I should…stop…

The sound of his zipper is like a soft whisper, telling me a secret. I look up, and find that he is releasing his cock. Even only half-hard, it is dangerously thick.

“I am going to turn this conversation around on you,” he says. “I am going to ask you: Finn, what do you want?”

His hand slowly strokes his cock, and I watch as the head flares and grows thicker and darker. When his fingers reach his tip, a drop of precum falls…right down onto the glass between my knees.

Oh my god. I might come in my pants. I want to reach in and grab my own cock, but I know I must not.

I look down, and far, far below, the courtyard is full, people milling around during their lunch break.

His drop of precum is like a little cloud above them. It is joined by a second drop. The sound it makes is the softest tap, just a pt, pt, pt, as the third and fourth drops fall.

I look back up at him.

“What do you want, Finn?”

“You know what I want.”

“No. You have to say it.”

He’s fully hard now, and his cock wants to rise, curving up to his belly; it takes the strength of his hand to force it down, so that it is aimed at my face.

You have to say it.

“I want to know where I stand.”

His hand slides forward, the skin of his shaft making a sort of false foreskin over the flared edge of his head; when he pulls his hand back, I can see every thick vein.

“You’re not standing, Finn. What do you want?”

“I want certainty. I want justice. I want—”

“No. Those are vague things. They’re thoughts, concepts. You can’t covet certainty. You can only covet what you can see, what you can take in with your senses. What do you want?”

I know what I want right now. What I want is for him to fuck me raw. Hell, we just took the fucking tests, didn’t we? Forget lube, forget safety, forget anything. I want him to take me until I cry out.

“I want your cock.”

“Now we’re getting somewhere.” Have his strokes sped up a bit? Knowing what I just said, does that turn him on even more? Does he want me, as much as I want him? Why won’t he just say it? Why won’t he give me that? “Put your hands behind you. I see what you’re doing there.”

I didn’t even realize I had been touching myself through my pants. Obediently, I put my hands behind my back. As though cuffed. Tied.

I want to tell him I am not into kink. I have plenty of friends who are, and more power to them, but that’s not me. I’m not…

At first it looks like he is going to shove his cock in my mouth, and I open my lips to take it, more willingly than I’ve ever taken anything in my life, but when he sees that, he shakes his head, takes half a step back.

He doesn’t want me to suck him off.

I begin to realize what he does want.

“Finn, take your shirt off.”

In a momentary terror I look around. We are exposed. There are skyscrapers to nearly every side, all with their blank mirrored windows. Can someone see me?

It’s not like the elevator is locked. Someone could come in, the doors could hiss open and—

“Your shirt, Finn.”

I obey. I do it quickly, too quickly, fumbling with my tie and buttons, suddenly my fingers are twice their normal size and half their normal dexterity, my cuff buttons especially difficult, and I struggle, trapped inside the bright white cotton, until somehow, miraculously, the shirt is off and on the floor behind me.

My whole chest is blushing, except the jagged white line of my scar.

Oh god, he can see it. The whole thing. This isn’t like last night, in a dim kitchen, where I can pretend to look normal in the darkness. There are no shadows here, and I am so exposed.

“Now your pants,” he says.

“What? Colby, I—”

“Finn.”

“But what if someone—”

Again that cold steel in his voice. “Finn.”

I have no choice.

None.

It’s hard to do when you’re on your knees. I undo my belt, unbutton, push them down over