Golf Player and Mafia Boss

Jao

"I want to get them empty," I croak, feeling a bit tight and a bit heavy and itchy. I pinch myself through my trousers while sitting on the pitch-black velvety nightclub couches.

Lucky gives me an eye of disgust or confusion. I don't know, but I don't care. Then he says, "You were just with a lady in the restroom a minute ago."

I give a low huff.

I know. Yes, I know that I'm addicted, but it isn't my fault that all ladies find me hot, and I can't resist that. I'm always in need.

"I don't know how you're so active," he brings the bottle of beer to his full black lips. "I just don't know."

"It's not my fault," I dart my eyes away from the bottle of beer I just grabbed from the clear glass round table.

My eyes catch the hot lady looking like an older woman giving me some thirsty eyes on my right side. She's alone and hot in that tight mini-blue dress.

I tap Lucky on his thigh, saying, "I'll be right back." My eyes are on her. Lucky gives a faint click.

I always annoy him when I go AWOL. I can't help it. I'm hot, and a prey. I'm a prey man, and I don't need to be chasing anyone.

"You need someone to tame you. Put you down and keep you in chastity for years."

I turn back to stare at Lucky, who has his eyes rolling like a pressed girlfriend.

Lucky, he's the hottest male in the city. He has dark brown skin color and is also an actor. New York got lucky to have him. Girls prey on him all the time, but he just gives them the bore face. Everything on his face gives bored. I don't know how he does that. Even though he's single, he still manages to ignore these vultures of ladies. I can't, even though I will try, I will just fail whenever a lady walks in. I'm spoiled like that, and also, I don't have a type.

I make my way to that hot mama who keeps drooling and scrutinizing my whole body. It tingles me so much when ladies do that – it just adds another proof that I'm too hot to be resistible.

My body is tall – 190 cm tall, lean, upright, muscular, and athletic-broad. She stands up at my arrival and licks the corner of her shiny lips, then grabs my hand.

I follow.

I don't care where she takes me, as long as I will get satisfied by giving me a good time, then comes back to my best friend.

The club is huge, and she led me into the hallway that I always forget that this club has rooms for accommodations. For people who don't want to go back home but mostly to...be together. I only do that in the restrooms; I mean, I don't have the patience to walk with them to the room I booked.

She gives a giggle, and honestly, this mature woman looks very active, a woman with experience, and she will probably...leave me breathless today, and she also looks popular to be the best...dancer in the city. Her card swipes, and the door clicks to open. She uses her index finger for me to follow her into the room. I hate when ladies do that, but since I'm desperade – I just follow her. I don't usually strip off my clothes, but, Mmmh, this woman in front of me is hot. She needs to be taken care of. I pick her up, and I feel that she's fit.

She giggles, and gosh, I hate her giggle. It gives show off and...playful, but I still don't care. I still need to...be with her.

"You look hot," she says, and I don't respond. I don't compliment these ladies. I need to...be with them, and not a relationship.

Compliments make them go crazy. I bury my head in her chest. She laughs in a playful tone. Hmmm, I hate that. I put her on the bed, as I have protection in my hand already. I prepare it without giving her an eye. She smells so nice; I won't lie. I eye her... and she's beautiful.

Her eyes are on me with a wide mouth. I bet she didn't expect something so...impressive, I mean, with how her eyes hood, and flash of redness on her cheeks, then eyes darting from my body to my face, back and forth.

I flash a small smile.

“Be gentle,” she says with a fidgeting voice already.

I don’t know the meaning of gentle, and she’s the one who led this. I don’t answer her.

She moans.

I…make sure she’s comfortable. A low sigh escapes my lips when I…realize she’s enjoying it. I love ladies who…appreciate what I offer them.

When I’m done, I find her…breathless. I turn her to be on her stomach. I don’t want to see her face while I…hold her. My hands stretch her, and I…make sure she’s okay. She screams so hard as she covers her head with these dark sheets to…catch her breath. But it’s not the loudest scream ever I’ve heard. I’ve listened to plenty, coming with different tones, and this one is…passionate. I’ve never…been with a mature woman before, and never dreamt of…being with one. Just today, I'm desperade and need to…release tension.

“Mmmh,” I groan flatly, with my hand stroking the back of her neck, pressing her down, and just…being present.

Shhh, chattering.

She starts to…relax, as I take a good care of her.

It goes for like minutes, that I can’t hear her screams anymore, and scared that she has… passed out.

I stop..... and slip out of the room after dressing.

But before I could, I hear…… Sobs? Mmmh! That’s why I don’t…do it in the bedroom or bed anymore. I prefer…quick encounters, knowing it would be just a…thing and leave.

I walk out of the room this time, as I stretch out my legs to…relieve tension. Lucky catches my sight, and I see that he has already finished his two bottles.

There’s a basin at the corner; I walk up to it with a sanitizer sensor. I wash my hands and then use the sanitizer sensor.

“You’re done?”

“As you see,” I answer, as I sit down. Lucky steals a glance at me, giving me off vibes, which I don’t like.

I stare at his dark brown eyes. His lips twitch into something I don’t know.

“Say it,” I order him. He averts his eyes to the other side. “I don’t have time to wait for you, Lucky. What’s wrong?”

I’m not good at playing games. I’m too impatient to wait on someone. I just hate waiting. The word ‘waiting’ I hate it. I resent it, that I’m starting to feel my brows narrow.

They meet at the end, while Lucky still acts like a little girl. “I’m gay."

huh!... I wasn’t aware.

He rubs his forehead with his fingertips and stares down. His voice was giving, please don’t judge me, and low.

“Is that it? I thought you were going to tell me that you have cancer stage 4.” I open another bottle of beer and love how cold they stay for long. “I can’t afford to lose you if you die.” He chuckles. That chuckle of relief and excitement in it.

“So, what’s your type?” I ask, and he steals a glance at me and doesn’t say anything. “Don’t expect me to guess, Lucky.”

“I don’t have a type,” his voice doesn’t give me that validation.

I nod and keep quiet. But wait, “You don’t have a type? You mean you would want me to…be with you also?” I watch him struggle to breathe, as I made him choke on his spit. He coughs so badly, that the veins on his temples start being exposed. “I’m joking,” he catches a breath after my words.

I shake my head with a smile, as I drink and hear the clink caused by my teeth and the bottle. I eye Lucky.

I eye Lucky from the corner of my eye, with how he relaxes his shoulders and leans back to the couch. I honestly didn’t see that coming. Lucky as gay. His not being wild like I, and it’s normal, I mean not everyone can be wild and not wild, we are built differently, but that doesn’t mean our relationship will change.

With that, something caught my eye. Two men, tall and built differently with menacing faces and giving bodyguards, just appeared on my right side and stood still, but eyes wandering all over. I just give a stare that I have to turn to see everything or whatever they’re waiting to come up and protect.

That can’t be that man – the man he’s in a white suit and loose. He gives danger and powerful, but not too much to need bodyguards. The man is tall, agile, and warm blonde. He walks to the bodyguards and waits with them. Something in me is curious and ready to see whatever or whomever they’re waiting for.

I can’t even feel the taste of my beer because the person is taking time to climb up the stairs. Maybe she’s wearing high heels and walking in wary, it’s understandable, but I don’t mind waiting.

I’m just too impatient.

It's not a lady, but a man, and all I see is a side profile, but still, with a side profile, this man exudes danger, power, and grimacing, feared by everyone and the mafia. His knuckles prove enough with the tattoos and rings.

My eyes are still on him, as he exposes his whole body. This man looks like a prey and predator at the same time, and even though I still see him on his side profile, his face looks strong through his black well-trimmed beard on his cheeks and chin, probably under his chin too, with a black neat boy haircut and faded on lower sides.

He gives dark, and makes my stomach receive strong and bitter knots. I don’t like this. “Huh?” I hear Lucky’s shock, and quickly look at him, and see that he's looking at him too. I hurriedly ask, “Who’s that?” He widened his eyes like ’How could you not know him?’ I don’t know people.

“He’s the most – the most well-known Pablo Gambino of Cosa Nostra.”

Uhm – bored.

“He’s a mafia, and everyone is afraid of him. I mean, I’m shaking, and sweating even now.”

Uhm – not interested.

“I hate him,” I say, then I catch a lady in red passing my side. Lucky gives me a face of ‘huh!’ “I hate mafias.” To give him clarification.

I booked a room last night at that club for the first time in my life to give that hot Latina girl a show for the entire night. I'm desperade..... again.

I had her. Her body was stunning, with curves and contours that left me breathless and hot.

She complimented my looks as they always do and I don’t compliment back.

She looked ready. I heard groans escaping my lips but I didn’t want to give her that satisfaction so I fainted them.

Rooms make me lose control of myself as I was already on the mattress. She gasped hard when she scanned my whole body and everything, that she complimented again with a drool this time.

I was hot and ready, just ready to be with her and she gives me access.

I didn’t want to stare at her face so I turned her to be on her stomach so I could get started.

I prepped myself with a rubber.

She was amazing, but......

Pablo Gambino…. I groan, the name rang in my head that I lost it and stroke h