Chapter Fifteen Vincent

R iver knew nothing about working. And that was putting it lightly.

River was literally bad at everything. Even though I got him in the shop early, we didn't even have time to get through stretching dough before the first orders came in. Thankfully most of them were walk-ins, so I had some time to work through how to place toppings while I took over stretching the dough out. He picked up that part alright, but I definitely had to be the one to put the pizza in the oven. That actually took some finesse.

And even though River was practically useless, he seemed to be having a great time learning it, regardless. He was always smiling and laughing as he slipped sauce everywhere or spilled cheese on the floor. The man was a menace. But he liked it, which was better than having someone standing next to me complaining all night. And his smile was infectious.

However, I felt a bit relieved when the first deliveries came in. I gave River the addresses, the food, and enough change to cover everything if they used cash. He seemed nervous, but I pushed him out the door anyway, hoping for the best. How hard could finding a house be? With him out of the way, it gave me time to catch up on some orders .

The first group of deliveries took him a while. But by the time we were halfway through the night, he was getting the hang of it. In fact, he was bringing in pretty good tips too. He got a crisp twenty from one of my older clients when she asked him to take his shirt off. Of course he obliged her, having a good laugh about it afterwards. As much as I thought it was hilarious, I really wasn't looking to gain a reputation for doing striptease deliveries, so I told him to refrain from doing that again. He still made good tips for the rest of the night, so who knows if he listened to me or not.

Finally, as the night drew to a close and things wound down, I switched off the phones. There were a couple of late stragglers, but I took care of their orders while River cleaned poorly. The man was useless with a broom and honestly, I'm surprised he didn't accidentally kill himself when he mopped. However, he could wipe down a table, so at least those were okay. When the last customer left with their order, I switched off the open sign and the front lights before locking the door and breathing a sigh of relief.

"Well, that was something."

"Are we done already?" River whined, as if this were some sort of fun field trip for him. "I was just getting the hang of things."

I glanced down at the floor that was still dirty, but now also wet. "You did better than I expected…"

"Thanks," he smiled, looking very pleased with himself. "This whole working thing is more fun than I thought. It's like a video game but with real money!"

Christ. What kind of sheltered ass life did this man live?

"Sure," I nodded. "Just like that."

"So what do we do now?"

"We chill out," I replied, walking back into the kitchen. "And eat if you're hungry."

His tongue practically lolled out of his mouth. "I thought you'd never ask…"

"Well, let's get it in the oven before I turn it off then. "

"I want a–"

"Oh no," I replied, cutting him off. "I'm not making it for you. You can make whatever you want yourself."

"But I'm bad at the dough…"

"Figure it out. It's sink or swim in Shifter Grove. If tons of other wolves can build new lives by themselves, then you can stretch pizza dough." I added under my breath, "You know how to stretch everything else…"

River smiled, catching my muttered comments. But he nodded, wedged his tongue between his teeth with a look of fierce determination, and got to work. His first few attempts on the dough were rough, but I stopped myself from trying to help him. Some things could only be learned with practice and that's exactly what River needed.

After a few minutes he managed to get something put on the board that marginally emulated a circle. Then he got to the sauce and the toppings, being careful not to dirty the workbench I'd spent the last ten minutes cleaning. When he was finally done constructing his predominately meat pizza, he looked up at me expectantly.

I just gave him a shrug and gestured at the oven.

"Right," he nodded.

Hefting the board up, River pulled the oven door open. He gave the board a few cursory shakes, getting the pizza moving across the cornmeal spread over the bottom. When he was happy with it, he leaned into it and yanked the board out from under the dough.

To my surprise, it actually improved its shape as he pulled the board away. A big smile filled his face as he glanced over at me and shut the oven door.

"Fuck yeah," he muttered, putting the board back on the counter. "I'm so good at this."

Well, at least he was confident.

With a sigh, I took the board and made my own pizza, sliding it in next to his. "They're gonna need some time," I said, gesturing for him to follow me. "I want to get off my feet."

Leading River to the back of the shop, I pushed open an old hollow wooden door to reveal what I called the break room. Really it was a desk in one corner covered in business paperwork, a big plush carpet, a small couch, and a recliner. Everything, of course, had floury handprints on it. No matter how many times I vacuumed, they just seemed to reappear of their own accord. But it didn't matter. The furniture was from an old thrift store anyway and it was comfy. It was just a place to take a load off after a long day. That's all I cared about.

"Take a seat," I said, flopping into the oversized recliner and throwing my legs up over the arm.

River nodded, dropping down onto the couch. A cloud of flour rose up around him and he laugh, waving it away.

"Sorry about that," I chuckled. "I guess I need to vacuum these again."

"Want me to do it?"

"No." I leaned back, closing my eyes. "I just want to enjoy the peace and quiet for a moment."

"Oh… Should I be quiet then?"

"If you can."

I lifted my leg and stretched my foot out, catching the lightswitch on the way down. Light spilled through the open door, but the room was fairly dim without the harshness of an overhead bulb trying to blind me. We had maybe fifteen minutes until the pizza was done and I planned on not moving until that moment.

However, the second I closed my eyes, I began to notice River's scent filling the room. After a long day running around with a hot oven, his scent had gotten kind of ripe in the best way. That musky and earthy smell of his quickly filled the room. Before I knew it, my shorts tented up as my cock thickened. The heat of lust filled my chest, and I found myself wondering if I could take advantage of this situation. After all, I was paying River for his time, anyway. He might as well earn one last tip right?

"You know what," I said, opening my eyes and straightening up in the chair. "I think I have one last thing you need to clean."

He looked up at me from the couch. "Did I forget something?"

"Yeah." I hooked my thumbs in the waistband of my shorts and pushed them down to the ground before I kicked them to the side. My throbbing cock flopped against my belly and I reached down, stroking it slowly. "You forgot to suck my fat cock."

River swallowed hard. But even in the dark I could see the gold blooming in his irises.

"Are… Are you sure?"

"My dick's out, isn't it? What do you think?"

I didn't have to ask twice. River slid down off the couch onto his knees. He crawled the last couple of feet over to me, his fingers sliding up my exposed thighs. There he stopped with his nose only an inch or two from my cock and looked up at me. I gave him a nod as if to say hurry up and he obliged immediately.

River dove face first into my balls, breathing deeply as he licked and sucked them gently. A shiver ran up my spine as the sparks of pleasure exploded all across my body. My cock gave a heavy twitch, precum beading at my tip. River saw it immediately and licked it clean, letting out a low groan of satisfaction as the flavor spread over his tongue.

I saw the lust in his eyes as he looked up at me for permission to continue.

"Keep going," I said, leaning back and closing my eyes. "Don't stop until I fill that mouth with cum."

I felt River's grip tighten around the base of my shaft. He slid forward between my legs and pulled my cock down to his lips. Kissing my crown gently, he teased my slit with the tip of his tongue, looking to gather up every last drop of my sweet precum. He wrapped a second hand around the backside of my balls gently, squeezing and pulling them downward to intensify the sensation. It was enough to draw a moan from my lips.

But that was nothing compared to the noise I made when the wet heat of his mouth enveloped my cock and swallowed me down to the hilt. River made a sort of gagging noise for a moment and backed up, but didn't let my cock go completely. Taking a deep breath, he went for it once more, this time prepared for my head to slip down his throat easily.

I didn't need to do anything except sit there and enjoy the ride. I kept my fingers firmly gripped on the arms of the chair, determined not to interfere. This moment was all about me and my pleasure. After River denied me my date that most certainly would've ended in a good fuck, I figured he owed me this. Besides, he was having so much fun that I didn't think he minded.

A low moan escaped my lips as River sucked. He had one hand around the base of my shaft, working it up and down while his mouth and tongue took care of the rest of me. At the same time the downward pressure on my balls was slowly increasing. A warm tingle was already beginning to gather in my belly and work its way down to my balls. But it wasn't until I felt his middle finger press against my hole that I knew I was going to blow.

I reached out, grabbing a fistful of his hair and pulling his head back. "I'm gonna cum and you better drink every last fucking drop of it."

That Alpha gold flared in his eyes and he nodded. "Anything you want, Carino ."

"Good boy." I let go of his hair and gave him a firm pat on the cheek. "Now finish me off."

River dove back down on my cock with reckless abandon. I growled deep in my chest as he worked me over, his finger pressed even harder against my hole. His lips took care of my cockhead while his tongue danced against the sensitive underside of my cock. At the same time his finger making slow circles against my entrance was driving me over the edge. It only took a few more strokes before I knew I was gonna bust.

Instead of warning him, I just reached out and grabbed his hair again, forcing him further down on my cock. With a cry, I came, filling his mouth and throat with my hot sticky seed. He coughed and sputtered, but he didn't pull away. Instead, he wrapped his arms around me, forcing my cock further and further down his throat as he drank every last drop. Only when I finally stopped throbbing did he pull back and lick me clean.

I grabbed his face and leaned forward, kissing him hard so I could taste myself on his lips. "Good job," I said, patting him on the cheek again.

I pushed him away as I stood up. Pulling my shorts back on, I tucked my cock away. River remained on his knees, the tip of his rock hard and leaking cock hanging out of his shorts. He looked so pathetic and used sitting there with my cum smeared over his lips.

"Our pizzas are done," I said, giving his cock one last glance that I had no intention of doing anything with. "Come and eat."

And then I walked out, leaving him kneeling there in a puddle of his own precum.

That would teach him.