Page 14 of Blood of the Saints

People don’t usually come here for the food, so we have a very limited menu consisting only of appetizers that are overpriced and small in my opinion, but everyone seems to enjoy them. It doesn’t hurt our profits, so I’m not going to complain.

Maurice’s eyes meet mine, giving me a devious grin before getting back to the cooking station to look over each dish. Making my way past the sleek metal preparation surfaces, I find the pantry where the gloves and baggies are. Thankfully, it has a door so I slip inside, shutting it behind me.

Letting out a deep sigh, I run my hands down my face. Feeling the rigid bump of the scar beneath my fingertips reminds me of the monster I am. The demon lurking beneath my skin.

My cock strains tightly against my zipper, flashing back to the low cut of our girl’s short pink dress and the way it clung to her plump ass. As she walked away, all I wanted to do was lick down the curve of her spine and never stop. Everything about that dress was a risk, but she wore it with confidence and ease.

Every part of my brain is screaming at me to be rational. I just met the chick and she’s sketchy as fuck, but damn do I want to pound inside her pussy and live there until she kicks me out. I might be quiet, scarred, and intimidating, but I still like to fuck just like everyone else.

I didn’t think my cock could get any harder, but now it feels like my pants are too tight and I’m suffocating. Looking over my shoulder to make sure the door is actually shut, I unbutton my jeans, pushing them and my boxers down enough to free my throbbing dick.

Standing at attention, it pulses to the rhythm of my heart. A sigh of relief escapes my lips when I tightly grip the base, giving it a hard squeeze. I know I shouldn’t be doing this, but I can’t fucking stop myself. Slowly stroking up, my finger swirls around the tip, smearing the pre-cum pebbled there. I’m imagining it’s her tongue lapping it up as her pretty blues stare right into mine.

Leaning my palm against the shelf for support, my head drops back as my pace quickens. A loud moan rumbles inside my chest at the thought of feeling her plump mouth taking me down her warm throat. Pushing myself so deep inside that she gasps for air, seeing stars before I pull out, it is enough to make me come already. Her pouty, pink lips would look incredible, forming the perfect ‘O’ around my cock.

The picture of her touching herself, spreading those toned legs wide open for me to see how wet I make her, plays like a movie through my mind. I want her to bring me to the brink of an orgasm before I’d pull out of her mouth, lift her up, spin her around, and slam right into her tight pussy from behind. My fingers would leave bruises on her hips as a reminder of just how hard I fucked her, of who controlled her body in every way she desired. Her screams of ecstasy would fill the room as she shouted my name for everyone to hear.

Her tight pussy would squeeze every drop of cum from my body as she pulsed around me.

Fuck. I need to get laid.

I need to take my mind off this woman and fill my bed with someone else. A quick fuck would do me good. That’s what I do—fuck then leave. I don’t do relationships. I couldn’t live with myself if I infected another woman with my darkness.

I’m not a good man.

My muscles begin to quiver, getting closer to my release. Clenching my abs and closing my eyes, I brace myself for the explosive impact. Before I know it, my hot cum is shooting harder than ever before, coating my fingers with the warm, thick liquid. My chin falls to my chest as it heaves up and down rapidly, my body shaking from the orgasm that just ripped through my soul. I just came for a gorgeous woman that I could never have in real life. A siren I don’t even know.

I would ruin her before she had the chance to escape me.

Theon Watson is not good for her, not good for anyone.

My breath slows as I open my eyes, bringing me back to reality. I see my cum dripping off some canned goods and a small laugh almost escapes me.

Fuck, I guess we’ll need to get rid of those.

The pantry door swings wide open, slamming against the wall. “Dude what’s taking so—” Blais’ words are cut short as he takes in the sight of me. My hand’s still wrapped around my semi-hard dick, and I’m using the shelf to support my bodyweight.

“You sneaky motherfucker. I knew you wouldn’t be able to resist her.” He moves closer to me with the biggest grin on his face, patting my shoulder. Blais doesn’t always understand personal boundaries so I’m not surprised he doesn’t care about my dick still hanging out.

“Shut the fuck up.” My voice is low, trying to keep him from alerting the entire kitchen staff that I just jacked off like a horny teenager in the pantry. The health department would have a field day if they found that out.

“Hey, man, there’s no shame. She’s hot as fuck and I’m just as hard from thinking about her. If I knew what you were doing back here, hell, I might have joined you. She ran wild in my dreams last night, so I can only imagine what you were conjuring up about her to make you come likethat.” He wiggles his brows, looking from my drenched hand to the ruined cans, before giving me a quick wink.

Realizing my fucking dick is still out, I shove it back in my boxers and pull up my jeans with one hand. I slip out the pantry to the back of the kitchen to wash the evidence of my excitement off my hands.

When I return, Blais is leaning against a shelf, still with that annoying grin on his face and his hand gripping his erection through his jeans.

Shooting him a scowl, I walk deeper into the pantry. “Let’s just go. She’s nothing, just needed to get it out of my system, that’s all.” I grab a couple baggies and a few pairs of extra-large latex gloves and move past Blais who continues to look amused.

I peek over my shoulder, seeing that he’s following me back to where Ace stands at the bar looking at his phone. God, I hope he keeps his damn mouth shut.

“What the hell took you so long?” Ace growls while I move behind the bar to stand next to him. I cut my gaze to Blais who’s now sitting on a stool across from us with a knowing look on his face. Ace looks at him in confusion then cuts his eyes back at me.

“I was just talking to Maurice about adding a weekly special to the menu and it took longer than expected,” I huff. Blais chuckles under his breath, and Ace drops it, even if he might have suspected otherwise. I’m not ashamed of finding her attractive; I just don’t care to let Ace in on the joke of me jacking off in the pantry.

I know Blais won’t keep this secret for long, I just need to get this shit done and get out of here tonight.

Maybe I can relieve my other tension.

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