Sugar Boss

by Charity Parkerson

  Maverick’s teeth sank into Zander’s bottom lip before scraping his chin and moving to Zander’s neck. “You have no patience,” he said against Zander’s throat. His hand moved slowly down Zander’s body. “All you have to do is relax. I’m not going anywhere.”

  Not going anywhere, including forward, was exactly what Zander feared. “I’m not surprised to find myself at your mercy.”

  Maverick didn’t seem bothered by Zander’s observation. He barely paused in sucking on Zander’s neck to respond. “Why is that?”

  “Why am I not surprised or why am I always at your mercy?”

  Without hesitation, Maverick’s hand snaked its way beneath Zander’s shirt, stroking his stomach. “Why aren’t you surprised?”

  “Because you always win,” Zander answered as he massaged every inch of Maverick he could reach.

  Maverick went still. His sexy honey gaze found Zander’s. “What?”

  “I’ve been watching you for months.” Zander didn’t care if Maverick knew he was insane. He’d eventually find out anyhow. “You always win. It seems this is no different.”

  Maverick’s expression turned amused. “I don’t always win. In fact, life loves kicking me, especially when I’m down.”

  Zander stroked Maverick’s arms, savoring their hard lines, and deep valleys. “I’ve never seen it.”

  “Stick around. You will,” Maverick said, going back to nipping at Zander’s throat.

  Not if Zander had anything to do with it. He wouldn’t let anything bad touch Maverick ever again.

  Maverick pushed his shirt higher. Cool air brushed Zander’s stomach. “Goddamn,” Maverick breathed. “Your body is fucking amazing. What kind of fighting did you say you did again?”

  Zander writhed beneath Maverick. “Street fights, but not for many years. Why are you still talking so sensibly?”

  Without answering, Maverick slid lower. His tongue found Zander’s abs. Before Zander had time do anything more than suck in a hiss, Maverick was back, nipping at Zander’s bottom lip. “Fuck. I was turned on before I discovered what you’re hiding beneath your clothes. Now, I don’t even know what to think. You’re too beautiful to get fucked on a couch.”

  The frustration was real. Zander was ready to scream. He’d never met a bigger tease in his life. Zander wasn’t the type to ask for permission. He pushed until Maverick sat up, and then he dropped to his knees at Maverick’s feet. “I choose where I play.” Zander held Maverick’s stare as he opened the man’s jeans, setting his erection free. His mouth watered as the soft skin of Maverick’s dick filled his palm. Maverick didn’t fight. In fact, he looked more turned on than any man should. He stared down at Zander without blinking. Zander didn’t disappoint. He stroked. Maverick’s lips parted. A flush touched his cheeks. All thoughts of arguing seemed to disappear.

  “I’ve seen the way you looked at me, leaving the cage these past months. You’ve wanted me just like this,” Zander taunted. “On my knees.” He licked Maverick’s shaft while holding his stare. “Have you jacked off in the shower picturing me like this?” Zander massaged Maverick’s cock, tormenting him with the perfect pace for quick results. “Or do you hide under the covers, stroking your dick and fucking your toys while chanting my name?”

  Maverick’s breathing turned labored. His hips lifted as he raced toward the orgasm Zander’s fast pumping promised. Switching positions, Zander moved higher. He kept a steady pace, jacking Maverick’s dick while teasing the man with sucking kisses. Zander nibbled the man’s earlobe and swiped the shell of Maverick’s ear with his tongue. “You’re so close. I can feel it. You love the way my palm feels, tugging at your hard dick. Would you prefer my tongue? Maybe you’d rather be inside my ass. Hot. Tight. Milking you when I come.”

  Maverick’s muscles tensed. His body jerked. Zander clamped down on the man’s cock, choking off his cum before a drop spilled, stealing the man’s pleasure at the last moment. The pained cry that tore from Maverick’s lips was like music to Zander’s ears. Zander was jealous. When the time came, and he let the man come, his orgasm would be so hard it would drain him for the rest of the night. Zander hadn’t felt that way in years. He loved knowing he could make Maverick fly.

  Zander shushed Maverick as he kissed a path down the man’s body, going back onto his knees. He urged the man to lose his pants. Once he was bare from the waist down, Zander swiped his tongue across Maverick’s crown before going back to pumping his cock, and tormenting Maverick with his words. “I want you to fuck my mouth like you want to tear up my ass, Maverick. This time, I’ll let you come, as long as you don’t hold back. Don’t worry. I can take it. Show me how badly you want me.”

  Maverick’s rage-filled gaze held Zander’s as he buried his fingers in Zander’s hair and yanked, forcing Zander’s mouth to his dick. “That’s it,” Maverick praised as he pumped inside Zander’s mouth, hitting the back of his throat with bruising force. “Suck harder, Zander. Swallow it.”

  Zander followed every command because he knew the truth. He might be the one on his knees, but he was the one in charge. In that moment, he owned Maverick. Maverick would do anything for Zander as long as Zander gave him release.

  “Jesus, you’re amazing,” Maverick said, sounding desperate as he openly fucked Zander’s throat. Maverick threw his head back, baring his teeth as he strained toward release. Zander shoved the man’s knees wider and pushed two fingers inside Maverick’s ass, fingering him as he sucked. Saliva ran down Maverick’s erection and soaked the man’s balls and asshole, easing his entry. Everything was soaked, including the couch beneath Maverick’s ass. Zander curled his fingers inside Maverick, searching for the spot that would drive Maverick insane. He found it and massaged. A loud moan filled the room. Zander soaked through his underwear with pre-cum. His lust was crippling.

  A cry tore from Maverick. Hot cum filled Zander’s mouth. It rolled from his chin and choked him. He swallowed as fast as he could, but he’d let Maverick’s cum build, forcing multiple orgasms from the man at once. Zander couldn’t swallow the whole load. He let it flow, coating Maverick’s lap.

  In an unexpected move, Maverick’s hand found Zander’s throat. He squeezed, lifting Zander from the floor until he was sprawled across Maverick’s chest. The mess between them soaked Zander’s clothes as Maverick’s tongue filled his mouth. He licked and sucked as if searching for every lingering drop of his cum on Zander’s tongue. Zander had never been more turned on in his life. The man’s teeth sank into Zander’s bottom lip hard enough Zander tasted blood. His cock jerked and leaked inside his pants. He could barely breathe through the lust.

  Maverick never released his hold on Zander’s throat. The move wasn’t choking, but Maverick let him know who was in control. Maverick held Zander away just enough to meet his stare. The man’s eyes swam with dark lust. He was dangerous in that moment. “When I fuck you, it’ll hurt, but you’ll still beg me for more.”

  Zander swallowed down the whimper rising in his throat. He wanted that. Craved the pain.

  “Get cleaned up,” Maverick said, stroking Zander’s face and neck while eyeing him like he might hurt him any second. “I’m taking you out.”

  Three

  The roar of the crowd around Zander seemed muted in the face of his desire to see Maverick. He barely stopped himself from sitting on the edge of his seat and searching the room for any sight of the sexy fighter like a teenager with his first crush. A bouquet of gorgeous pink roses appeared beneath Zander’s nose. He automatically reached for them. “What’s this?”

  Pytor’s large frame filled the seat beside him, taking up too much space. The man shrugged. “I intercepted a delivery man trying to get them to you.”

  Zander eyed the roses. He didn’t think he’d ever gotten flowers before. There was no card. “Did the man say who they were from?”

  Pytor flashed him an irritated look as if he thought Zander was an idiot. That’s what he got for treating his guards like family. No respect. “Your giant fi
ghter, of course.”

  Biting the inside of his cheek to hide his smile was automatic. If he’d learned nothing from being with Gio, he’d learned not to ever show happiness. Happiness was a weakness. Something to be exploited. Even though Gio had been dead for three years, some habits were hard to break. Zander hugged the bouquet a little tighter on the sly. He could tell Pytor and Yaro we’re taking great pains not to look his way. They’d been with him for too long and knew him too well. He appreciated their discretion more than he could say for letting him have his moment.

  While Zander’s attention was on the flowers, Maverick stepped inside the cage. Zander’s gaze snapped to his sexy fighter. Compared to Zander’s riches, Maverick had nothing. Yet, he’d bought Zander a gift. Not just any gift, but something useless that would be dead in days.

  Maverick’s head turned in Zander’s direction as the rules were read. His mouth lifted in one corner in the world’s sexiest smirk. He confused Zander. After the incident in Zander’s office, Maverick had taken him to dinner, refusing to let Zander pay. Now, the flowers. It was almost as if Maverick was wooing him. Like the man didn’t realize he already had Zander.

  Maverick always looked like he didn’t care how the match ended. That’s one of the ways the man got in his opponent’s head. Zander noticed it the first time he’d seen Maverick fight. Tonight, his “I don’t give a fuck” stance seemed more exaggerated than usual. Rather than trying to psych out his opponent, Maverick kept flashing heated glances Zander’s way. Zander’s face hurt from trying not to smile. This boy… he drove Zander insane with an all-consuming need to call Maverick his.

  Once the bell rang, it became twice as obvious Maverick wasn’t really trying. He merely toyed with his opponent. Anyone paying attention could see Maverick pulling his punches and missing holds. The first weak hold placed on Maverick had him tapping out. Zander shook his head. He ran his tongue over his teeth, fighting his smile as Maverick passed. This man—he was cocky as fucking hell. He’d thrown his match. Lost. On purpose. Zander wasn’t stupid. It was a test. Maverick wanted to see if Zander would still chase him even if he wasn’t winning.

  He didn’t let Maverick get far. Zander was on his feet before the man cleared the front ten rows. He closed the distance between them, skimming his fingers down Maverick’s spine, reveling in his sweat soaked skin. Maverick glanced over his shoulder. His eyes flashed with heat the instant their gazes met.

  “Come home with me.”

  Maverick turned and walked backward, obviously uncaring if he mowed people over. “You still want a loser?”

  “I want you, even if you never win another match, but you’re no loser. No matter how many fights you throw,” Zander added with a laugh and unconsciously hugging the roses to his chest.

  Maverick stopped moving. Zander didn’t. Not until only inches separated them and the flowers halted his forward progress. Maverick dipped his head and spoke close to Zander’s ear. His breath fanned across Zander’s skin. “There’s only one way you’ll have me inside you tonight.”

  “Name your price,” Zander said without hesitation. He’d pay any amount.

  “You have to come home with me.” Maverick held his gaze for a moment before walking away.

  Zander shook his head. His smile was out of control. Maverick fought him at every turn. He waved Pytor close. The man leaned in for Zander’s instructions. “Change of plans. I’ll need you to keep a discreet distance.”

  “Of course, Mr. Kapra.” With a nod to Yaro, they moved away. The pair would still keep him safe, but no one would know it. For two men who should stick out anywhere they went, the pair were damn good at staying out of sight. If Maverick needed to feel he was in control, Zander would let him play. Either way, Zander still won.

  Zander was always quiet to the point of unnerving—like he’d gone to some damn finishing school that had taught him to be seen and not heard. Maverick loved the man’s voice. It was smooth and sexy and turned even hotter when his accent peeked out.

  Even though they were parked outside Maverick’s apartment, Maverick made no move to leave his truck. “Do you like your flowers?”

  Zander’s gaze dropped to his lap, as if he’d forgotten he was holding them. He fingered one of the petals. “Yes, thank you.”

  Maverick plucked them from his lap and set them on the dashboard. “Let’s leave them here, so you don’t forget them in the morning.”

  For a moment, Zander eyed them with this bottom lip held between his teeth. He made Maverick wonder if he intended to snatch them back. Instead, his gorgeous blue gaze swung Maverick’s way. “Won’t they die out here?”

  “They look pretty healthy. If they do, I’ll buy you more.” It was as if the man had never been given flowers. They died. That’s all flowers did, but Zander’s gaze kept skirting their way, as if he was genuinely concerned about them. Maverick reached for the man’s hand and brought it to his lips, forcing Zander’s attention his way. “I promise,” he said, swiping a kiss across Zander’s knuckles. “They’ll be fine. You should worry over what I’m about to do you instead.”

  Zander’s mouth lifted in the world’s sexiest smirk. “You keep bragging, yet we’re still sitting here.”

  “Hmm,” Maverick hummed. He’d never met anyone who challenged him the way Zander did. Maverick wanted more. Instead of arguing, Maverick grabbed his gym bag, and leapt from the truck. Zander did too, stealing Maverick’s chance to play the gentleman. Since Zander hadn’t let him open the truck door, he stood still, waiting for the man to come to him. He linked fingers with Zander and led him to the building.

  Zander’s presence was so powerful Maverick could feel the raw energy pulsing from the man as he followed Maverick inside his apartment. He didn’t bother turning on the lights. After tossing his gym bag aside, Maverick locked the door. Zander stood still, waiting. Silent. Nevertheless, Maverick could feel his stare, even in the dark.

  Maverick peeled off his shirt and tossed it toward his bag before linking his fingers through Zander’s. He headed for the bedroom. He flipped on a small lamp near the bed, giving him just enough light so he wouldn’t miss out on a single sexy inch of Zander’s body. Still Zander didn’t make a sound. Unlike the ride home, the man’s silence was oddly comforting—like they were stoic in the face of something powerful.

  At the edge of the bed, Maverick sat and pulled Zander to stand between his knees. The man’s gorgeous gaze watched Maverick’s every move. While holding Zander’s stare, Maverick slowly unbuttoned Zander’s shirt. When the material hung open, Maverick pushed the shirt and jacket down Zander’s arms, baring the man’s upper body. Zander’s body was amazing. Maverick couldn’t get past how much beauty Zander hid beneath his clothes. He’d been hooked on this man before he’d caught a peek at Zander’s body. Now, Maverick wanted to stroke every inch. He equally wanted to hear the man’s every thought. Maverick wanted to know why he stayed hidden behind a stern expression and expensive suits. It was obvious the man worked damn hard on his body. There was so much about Zander that he kept to himself. Maverick craved all of him. Without thought, Maverick lightly brushed his fingertips down Zander’s chest and stomach.

  “You’re being amazingly gentle for someone who warned me last night you’d hurt me.” Zander’s observation came out in barely a whisper, as if didn’t want to break the spell Maverick wove with his soft touch.

  An unexpected smile tugged at Maverick’s lips. “Sometimes I’m more intense than I intend. Now that you’re here, I can’t imagine ever hurting you, even for the sake of pleasure.”

  While still holding Zander’s gaze, he slid the man’s belt loose. He undid the button of his pants and slid down Zander’s zipper. Zander never looked away, as if transfixed by Maverick’s actions.

  “I thought about you all day.” Maverick focused on his hands, working Zander’s clothes free, as he made the admission. If Zander found the confession ridiculous, Maverick couldn’t see it in his eyes. Maverick knew he was getting attached t
oo quickly. He couldn’t stop. Zander probably had a different man every other night, making similar claims. For Maverick, Zander was unique. Maverick couldn’t pinpoint exactly what it was about the man, but he had Maverick’s attention.

  “You were stuck in my head today too.”

  At Zander’s quietly spoken confession, Maverick met his stare. His breath caught. Zander was serious. Maverick came to his feet, forcing Zander to take a step back. While holding Zander’s stare, Maverick pushed the man’s pants and underwear down his hips, letting gravity carry them to the floor.

  “Forget what I said last night. I’d like to make love to you, savoring each moment I’m inside you. Tell me how you like it and I’ll make you love it.”

  Zander finally touched him. His hands slid across Maverick’s hips, before finding their way to the button on Maverick’s jeans. “I don’t care as long as I can kiss you and see your eyes. Those are the two things about you I can’t resist.”

  “I’ll work on making that list longer,” Maverick promised as he captured Zander’s lips. Their bare chests met as their tongues entwined and Maverick went up in flames. He pushed and pulled, ensuring there wasn’t a stitch of clothing standing between them before his hands found the perfect globes of Zander’s ass and lifted. Their erections bumped as Maverick maneuvered Zander onto the bed beneath him. The second he settled between Zander’s thighs, Maverick caught himself moving against him. He needed more of their cocks brushing. Zander kissed him like a man who’d been denied too long. Like Maverick’s kisses were oxygen. Everything about Zander was perfect, as if the man had been designed for Maverick. It wasn’t outer beauty, even though Zander possessed that in spades, it was something deeper that tempted Maverick beyond all reason. He’d never been more scared of losing someone who wasn’t his. Zander felt too good to be true. Maverick knew any second, he’d open his eyes and realize Zander never existed. The thought sent a shot of fear through Maverick, forcing him to tear his mouth away and stare down at Zander. The man’s lips were swollen from Maverick’s rough kiss. His cheeks were flushed and his breaths labored. He stared back at Maverick, looking every bit as shell shocked as Maverick felt.