Outside, the night air hits my face, cooling the heat of jealousy burning under my skin. I scan the parking lot and spot Theo walking toward his car, parked down the alley behind the warehouse.
I follow, my footsteps echoing against brick walls. Theo turns at the sound, expression unreadable in the shadows.
“Leaving without saying goodbye?” My voice comes out rougher than intended.
“Thought you were busy with your fighters.” He unlocks his car but doesn’t open the door.
I close the distance between us, backing him against the sleek black paint of his Audi. “You’re good with those investors.”
“Just business.” His breath hitches when my hand finds his hip.
“Is that what you were doing with Julian too? Business?”
His eyes flash. “Fuck you, Victor.”
I spin him around, pressing him face-down against the hood. “That what you want, wildfire?”
He pushes back against me, and I feel him hardening through his expensive suit. “Someone might see,” he whispers, but his hands are already fumbling with his belt.
I look around—the alley is dark, hidden from the main parking lot. The risk only heightens my arousal as I yank his pants down just enough. He’s not wearing underwear.
“My fucking slut,” I growl, spitting into my palm. “You came ready for this.”
“Always ready for you,” he gasps as my fingers push inside him.
I work my fingers deeper into Theo’s tight heat, watching his back arch against his car hood. The expensive fabric of his Tom Ford suit contrasts with how fucking filthy this is—taking him in an alley where anyone could walk by.
“Someone could see us,” I growl into his ear, but I don’t stop. My fingers curl inside him, finding that spot that makes his breath hitch. “See me fucking you out here like I own you.”
“You do,” he gasps, pushing back against my hand.
My free hand fumbles with my zipper, pulling my cock out. I’m already rock hard, leaking pre-cum. Usually, the thought of being caught like this would terrify me. Tonight, it’s making my blood burn hotter.
“Missed this,” I mutter, withdrawing my fingers and pressing the head of my cock against his entrance. “Thought about it every fucking night.”
I push in with one rough thrust, and he bites back a moan, fingers scrabbling for purchase on the smooth car hood.
“That’s it, baby. Take all of me.”
The risk of someone walking down the alley, of someone from the fight seeing us—it’s turning me into something feral. I set a ruthless pace, one hand gripping his hip, the other pressed between his shoulder blades.
“Missed your tight ass clenching around my cock,” I pant, driving deeper. “Missed how you take everything I give you.”
A distant laugh from the parking lot makes me freeze for half a second before I resume with even greater intensity.
“Tell me you missed this,” I demand, reaching around to grip his cock. It’s hard and wet in my palm. “Tell me you missed being filled.”
“Fuck—Daddy—yes.” His voice breaks as I stroke him in time with my thrusts.
“Nobody sees this part of you but me,” I growl, surprised by the possessiveness in my voice. “This pretty cock, the way you sound when I’m inside you—it’s mine.”
I’m slamming into Theo with an urgency I can’t control, my hips snapping forward while he moans against the hood of his Audi. The sounds he makes drive me wild—those little gasps when I hit just right, the way he whispers “Daddy” knowing what it does to me.
“Going to fill you up,” I promise, tightening my grip on his hip. “Mark you from the inside.”
He pushes back against me, taking me deeper. “Do it, Victor. Fucking do it.”
My rhythm falters as I get closer, the pressure building at the base of my spine. Theo’s ass clenches around me, drawing me in,making me forget everything—my fighters, my gym, my carefully constructed image—all of it disappears except for this, for him.