"Yo, Kane, there's some guy out here asking about a bouncer job."
Kane rolled his head, hearing a distinct popping sound as his neck realigned itself. He rubbed the nap of his neck trying to massage away the rest of the tension gathering there. Sometimes he hated owning a bar.
Nights like tonight were a perfect example. It seemed like almost every worker he employed tried to call in sick just before shift started, his weekly alcohol delivery was over two hours late, and the doors on the bar were due to open in less than forty five minutes.
And now someone wanted a job?
"Yo, Kane," the voice shouted again, "what do you want me to tell this guy?"
Kane opened his mouth to shout back an angry retort, catching himself just in time. He snapped his mouth closed and pushed his hand through his thick curls, tugging a little at the ends as if he could pull his worries away with his fingers.
He stared down at the pile of bills and paperwork on his desk and shook his head. His mind just wasn't in it. The bar was due to open soon and he needed to collect himself before that happened or he'd end up decking the first drunk bastard that looked at him wrong.
Kane tossed his pen down on the desk and stood. He'd better find out who wanted to see him before business started or he'd never get the chance. He made his way out to the main room, his eyes immediately scanning the room and assessing the shape of things.
Doors still closed?
Room clean and organized?
Gorgeous muscle bound sex god in tight jeans?
Kane's eyes snapped back to the bar. His cock hardened and throbbed against the confines of his black jeans faster than it ever had in his life as he took in the tall striking figure standing by the bar counter.
Breathtaking didn't even begin to describe the man. He stood several inches over the other men in the room, making him easily seen by Kane. The muscles rippling under the man's tight white cotton shirt quickened Kane's pulse. His powerful body moved with a sensual gracefulness Kane wouldn't have expected in a man his size.
And if his pants hugged his ass any tighter the guy would lose consciousness from lack of oxygen to his brain. But, damn, the ass was the tightest rounded ass Kane ever saw. Kane really liked fucking asses like that.
If he added in the shoulders that seemed as wide as a barn and the thick bulging muscles, Kane knew he was looking at the man of his dreams. And he hadn't even looked above the man's collar yet.
When he did, Kane was beyond stunned. He didn't figure a man that had the body of a Greek God could have a face of an angel. His lips were firm and sensual, his smooth tanned skin stretched over high cheekbones.
A lock of dishwater blond hair fell over his forehead, his light hair a deep contrast to his tanned skin. Kane thumped his hard cock then walked across the room, his sights set on the man staring back at him with moss green eyes.
He was so fucked.
And if he was lucky, so was the man he had in his sights.
"Garret Kane, what can I do for you?" I have a few ideas I could suggest.
"My name is Samuel Harden. I'm looking for work," the man said, his voice low and smooth and just husky enough to send shivers of delight down Kane's spine. "I have experience as a bouncer, beer bartender, and prep cook. Do you have any positions available?"
Kane muffled a groan by biting his lip. This was just too easy. He flexed his fingers to keep for reaching for the Samuel. He wanted to drag the massive man back to his office, bend him over his desk, and find out how many positions they could discover together.
Samuel's eyes narrowed in on the lip caught between Kane's teeth. A light flush filled his face and his eyes seem to widen just a fraction before they darted away. Kane smirked, raising an eyebrow at him.
"I may have a few…uh…positions you might be interested in," Kane drawled. He couldn't believe the crap that came out of his mouth. That was the worst pick up line he'd ever heard.
"Uh, thank you, sir."
Kane breathed deeply then instantly wished he hadn't. The strong scent of male sweat and arousal filled his nostrils. There seemed to be an underlying scent that curled right around Kane's cock and drove him insane. He'd never smelled anything so sweet and yet masculine in his life. He could bottle the stuff and make millions—if he were willing to share.
"Why don't you come back to my office and we can talk." It was a statement, not a question. Kane didn't ask questions. He was too used to giving orders and being instantly obeyed. Maybe it had gone to his head but he wasn't about to change that now, not even for a man that looked like sex-on-a-stick.
"Kane," he whispered.
"Enough talk, Samuel," Kane said as he nuzzled his face into the curve of Samuel's neck. "I want to get to know you better but right now, I want to get to know your body, every damn inch of it."
"Okay," Samuel croaked out.
Samuel's eyes fluttered closed when he felt Kane's tongue lick up the side of his neck. His heart beat was rapid and he couldn't seem to get enough air into his lungs. Samuel dropped his head back against the couch and gave Kane better access to his throat. It was a gesture he would never have normally made but it just felt right with Kane.
He groaned when Kane took full advantage of that move and proceeded to lick and nibble on his skin. The man in him gloried in each little lick. The vampire in him was yowling with delight at each nip.
Samuel knew that he was submissive. It was one of the things that made his life so hard. With his size, he should have been a dux at the very least. He wasn't. He desired to have someone stronger than him make him submit.
And while Kane might not know exactly what he was doing, Samuel felt like barring his throat to Kane, admitting to himself and to Samuel that Kane was of higher rank than he was. Now, if Kane would fuck him at the same time, Samuel would be in heaven.
"Kane," Samuel whispered. "Please."
"Oh yeah, baby," Kane murmured against his skin, "tell me what you want."
"You," Samuel moaned. He couldn't believe he was begging but he couldn't help it. If Kane didn't fuck him soon, Samuel was pretty sure he would wither up and die. "Fuck me, Kane."
"Take your shirt off, baby," Kane said as he leaned back and knelt on his knees above Samuel.
Samuel's tongue nearly fell out of his mouth when Kane whipped his shirt over his head and tossed it aside. Oh man, Kane might not be big and muscular like Samuel, but he had tight rippled muscles in all of the right places. Samuel had a strong desire to lick every inch of Kane's six pack abs.
And the small trail of dark hair that led from Kane's belly button down under the waistband of his jeans begged to be followed. Before Kane could move back over the top of him, Samuel sat up and reached for the zipper on Kane's jeans. His heart hammered in his chest as he slowly lowered the zipper and revealed the most marvelous dick he had ever seen.
Samuel licked his lips, aching to have that long, hard shaft between his lips. He started to reach for it when Kane's hand on his wrist stopped him. Samuel's heart froze in his throat. His eyes darted up.
Had he done something wrong?
Samuel grabbed the edges of his shirt and pulled it up over his head. He dropped it onto the floor and went back to looking at the thick cock he wanted to worship with his mouth. He licked his lips again, hoping he wouldn't have to beg.
But he would if he had to.
Kane grabbed the base of his cock. Samuel swallowed hard as he watched the man's fingers wrap around his thick cock. He knew Kane was teasing him when the man stroked the full length of his shaft a few times, thrusting forward into his hand a few times.
"Is this what you want, baby?"
Samuel nodded. He was beyond words at that point. The moisture pooling in his mouth was threatening to spill out of his mouth and drip down his chin.
"Lose the pants, Samuel, but keep the boots on."
Samuel blinked up at Kane for a moment. He was shocked to see a slight flush filling Kane's face. He wasn't sure what it came from but he wasn't about to ask questions when Kane was staring down at him like he was a glass of water in the middle of the desert.
Samuel moved out from beneath Kane and stood. He quickly unzipped his pants and shoved them down his legs. It took a little work to get them past his boots, but once he did, he dropped the pants on the floor and turned to face Kane.
The man was leaning back against the couch, slowly stroking his cock from root to tip. His eyes were eating Samuel alive. And he was naked from the toes up. Samuel hadn't noticed him getting undressed but he wished he had. Watching Kane strip would have been a treat.
"On your knees, Samuel."
Oh hell, yes!
Samuel dropped to his knees right in front of Kane and scooted as close to the couch as he could get. Kane draped his legs over Samuel's shoulders and spread them wide. Samuel nearly swallowed his tongue when Kane's thick cock bopped right in front of his face.
Had anything ever looked sexier?
Samuel slowly raised his eyes to meet Kane's. He kept them locked together as he slowly lowered his head and engulfed Kane's straining erection. The drops of pre-cum that instantly exploded across his tongue drew out a long, needy groan from Samuel. Kane tasted unlike anything he had ever tasted before. He knew if he wasn't careful, he could easily become addicted to the way the man tasted.
Wrapping his lips around the head of Kane's cock, Samuel began to suck. He was filled with elation when Kane groaned as he swallowed the man down to the back of his throat. He might not be good at a lot of things but Samuel knew he was good at giving head. He had no gag reflex, thanks to his unique genetics. Samuel could practically unhinge his jaw.
"Suck me, Samuel," Kane groaned. "Just like that."