Moving around the table, I had her up in my arms and over my shoulder as I stalked out of the room, my arm banded around her legs. She squealed, but I kept walking as she tried to move. The last guard pulled the door open, keeping his features forward. I didn’t waste time with the elevator and climbed the stairs two to three at a time, my long stride helping me eat the space as I moved upward.
“Sax!”
“No time, Spitfire.”
She huffed but gave up and quit resisting. I barreled into my room, slamming the door and locking it before I dropped her to the bed and was on her in a split second. Kissing her, I dropped my hand down to her center, and found myself shocked when I found no barrier this time. Pulling back, I smirked at her.
“Well, well, Spitfire, seems someone has been naughty all through dinner.” I didn’t wait for her to respond, knowing my time was limited. Wrapping her legs around my shoulders, I dove in before she could protest. Licking up her silt, I took her into my mouth as I lightly bit her clit.
“Oh, fuck, Sax,” she moaned, encouraging me.
Impatient, I tugged my pants down, my dick having remained hard since the elevator. Loren was so wet, I slid in easily as I lifted her lower half up, impaling her. The moment I’d given into her, I couldn’t stop wanting to feel her around me. Earlier when I’d tasted her, the wetness that awaited me was like a gourmet dessert I couldn’t get enough of. Lifting her up more, I drove faster, rubbing my thumb against her clit as my dick plunged deep.
My hands gripped her hips hard, as I forcibly slid her on and off me, pulling me even deeper. Her moans rang out around me, and I knew I was running out of time. Looking down, I watched my cock pull out, covered in her, and I spotted the beard rash I’d left earlier, when I’d rubbed my face back and forth. A smug smile covered my face at the thought of the rest of the fuckers seeing it, and it had me preening. The thought of them seeing and knowing where I’d been spurred me on.
Lifting her practically off the bed and placing her ankles on my shoulders, I held her legs to me and fucked her hard. I felt her coming around me as my balls tightened, and I spilled myself into her. After the waves of pleasures slowed, I carefully dropped her lower half back to the bed, slipping out. Loren laid in a daze, as I grabbed some tissues to clean her. She didn’t move, but her leg twitched, and I chuckled, kissing her inner thigh. Loren had cum so much, I felt her gushing all the way down to her backside.
I couldn’t help myself, despite knowing I was likely out of time, I dropped to the bed. I sucked her clit back into my mouth and thrust a finger in, moving another to her back door. Loren moaned, gasping as she sat up, surprised to find me between her legs. I watched to see if she wanted me to stop, but when she grabbed onto my hair, I dove back in, sucking on her inner thigh as I plunged into her core.
Running my other finger around her rosette, I felt her tense for a second and wondered if she’d ever had anyone there before. The thought had me hard as steel again, and I thrust my cock into the bed, attempting to find some relief. When I plunged a finger in both holes, she immediately detonated, covering my fingers in her cum. Her fingers pulled hard, suffocating me in her juices.
Pulling back, I was pleased with the mark I left, the beard rash also prevalent. Looking up through my eyelashes, I licked a long trail up her core as she gasped. My fingers were coated in her, and I sucked them dry as she watched, her breaths heavy as she watched me. “Mmmm, even better than pie.”
Righting her clothes, I pulled her all the way up into a sitting position and moved over to my desk area, tucking myself back in. I hadn’t lied, I did have something for her, and I snatched the small box off the top and walked over. The sight of her in a tight dress, with her fuck me heels had me wishing I could slam her against the door and fuck her until I couldn’t stand for round two. Unfortunately, I’d already pushed the limits with the time frame she’d given, so I sighed, knowing I’d need to wait until another day.
“Don’t make a big deal out of it, Spitfire, but I got you this so you could feel safe.”
I handed her the box, my nerves getting to me as I watched her open it. I’d never bought something for a woman before. She opened the lid, and I watched as her eyes went wide and then looked up at me.
“It’s beautiful. I love it, Sax. Can I ask how it’s meant to keep me safe, though?”
Grinning, I pulled the ring part on the chain, and a small knife popped out. “I’ll show you how to use it later, and I hope you never have to, but it’s there if you ever find yourself in a situation without an escape.”
I held her eyes, the seriousness of my statement penetrating her. She nodded, swallowing as she looked at the necklace a little differently this time. I knew I should mention it also had a GPS tracker in it, but I thought it might weird her out if I did. It was only live when activated by either the wearer or the controller of the account. But I didn’t know if that would matter to her, so I kept it quiet, filing it away to tell her later.
“Thank you.” She said again, rubbing her finger over the emblem of a cherry blossom. “It’s amazing.”
“It is, with the ability to be vicious if needed. Much like you,” I admitted, grinning. “It’s called a vicious circle knife.”
She laughed, looking up. “That’s hilarious. I don’t think I’ve ever been called vicious in my entire life.”
“Maybe you just had to learn it about yourself,” I shrugged. “Come on, let me get you back before they come looking, or worse, I decide I don’t care and fuck you against the door anyway.”
Her breath caught, and I grasped her hand, pulling her to her feet. My arm wrapped around her waist, and I stared for a few seconds, memorizing how her body felt against me. My hand lowered to her back, and I turned to walk us out, leaving my hand there. We were both quiet as we descended the stairs, and I stopped on the last one, lifting her chin. I kissed her deeply, not wanting an audience for once.
“Be good, Spitfire.”
I smacked her ass, sending her on her way as I bolted back up the stairs. I didn’t have it in me to watch her leave tonight, and I knew exactly how to take out my frustration. I didn’t knock when I made it to the top floor. Instead, I threw the door open, the wood smacking against the wall as I entered. Atticus was facing away from the opening, staring at the drink cart, a rocks glass held between his fingers. The amber liquid was low, and he swirled it before he tossed it back. He hadn’t even flinched when the door knocked against the wall, alerting me to his sour mood.
“I know, Sax. You don’t have to come and berate me. I’m doing it enough for both of us.” He turned, and I could tell he meant it. Agony covered his face, and I knew this wasn’t about Loren, not really.
“I keep pushing her away, and she keeps getting back up. She’s starting to fit into this life, and I can’t have those ideas. Not after last time. Please understand, brother.” The anguish in his words had me nodding, the fight leaving me.
“Have you ever considered that it’s different? We were kids, no real knowledge of how this world operated, stupid in love, and blind to the real terrors of the world. We’ve come a long way since then, Mas. Before you paint yourself into a corner, maybe get to know her?”
“I can’t.” He shook his head once, the force enough to make anyone flinch.
“I disagree. I think you won’t.”