Page 105 of Beautifully Ruined
I chuckle. “You sound disappointed.” I pull out my finger and get up, taking her with me, and I throw her on the bed. “I think we should take care of that.”
Then I push her thighs apart and kneel, burying my face in the heady nectar between her thighs, licking her lips all the way up to her clit.
She tastes good. Salty, sweet, a little of the funk of me.
Sucking on her clit, I thrust my fingers into her pussy and her ass. She’s tight, and her insides clutch at me.
I love how the slickness makes it easier, but when she starts to ripple in small spasms, she squeezes me hard, and my cock fucking aches.
I love every fucking moment of it.
The soft warm velvet of her, the heat inside. The tightness and the wet. Shit, I even like the growing ache in my hard cock, the ache that’s going to stay all day somewhere deep, like a hunger that needs to be fed, that is going to remind me of her.
Because I’m not going to jerk off.
I’m going to let it sit, fester, the denial a building block to a better release.
But what I love most is when she explodes, pushing up against my mouth as her spasms try to crush my fingers, and I suck her clit even harder.
She whimpers a scream.
I keep going, holding her there as she tries to escape, holding her until she stops fighting and starts pushing again, and this time, when she comes, it’s full body.
I drink down her fluids.
When I’m done, I kiss her hard and wipe my mouth against her tits and go back to my computer.
I can smell her, and it’s an added little hook of a torture device. Clearly, I’ll need to shower later, but first, I need to work.
Freshly showered,and Vi out with her friend to get something to wear ‘out’ tonight, I finish up the job I’ve got with Enzo and then I get on the train and head to his place.
The job was small and straight forward for us. We both know there’ll be more coming with that client, but this one is an easy and above-board job, which is good, because I need to concentrate on finding this Gianna.
Enzo is in the kitchen when I arrive, making coffee. I help myself to a cup, and we head down to the basement where we can talk and jump on the computers if we need to.
I know we’ll need to.
“The club comes across as way more exclusive than any other. It’s word of mouth only, and even that is protected to the point that anyone who has no hope of getting in thinks it’s the other club our friend Thomas owns.” Enzo taps on his keyboard to bring up a list of hidden and not so hidden clubs. “Or they just think it’s an urban myth.”
I nod. “Hidden in plain sight.”
I figured all this, but the confirmation is good.
“You got a look at the Dungeon’s finances when you showed off to Allistair?”
“Yes and no. It was surface stuff. Hidden. I mean, he’s clearly using the business for laundering but in the grand scheme, that’s nothing. I want the deep stuff.”
“Which we can’t get at, unless you get in there.”
“I know. I figured that out in the meeting. It’s why I dropped the whole rich CEO to man with money who works behind the scenes.”
“So…you.”
I smile. “What we always say, man, stick to what you know. And men like him always need people like us. Cade could get us into the inner sanctum, Max wouldn’t get in the door.”
He nods. “Whatever else he does is either of the regular criminal variety on a big scale, or he’s involved in the shit we don’t like.”
“It’s the shit we don’t like.”
