His cock is thick and long and warm in my palms as I stroke him, and I take him into my mouth, deep between my lips, sucking him as hard as I can before pulling back.
He sighs low and soft. “Fuck, that feels good. I didn’t know I could feel so good, but with you, Pearce, it’s like my cock burns with pleasure. It’s in every inch of my body. You do that to me.”
I suck him faster, moaning as I do it. I spread my legs and my hand moves up to my panties, pushing them aside. I’m wet, soaking wet, and I groan and shudder as I roll a finger along my clit, touching myself as he fucks my mouth. A long line of spit slides down his shaft and I gasp, stroking him fast.
“Make me feel the joy you feel,” he says through his teeth, eyes blazing now. “Come on, Pearce. You’re not fucking trying.”
I gasp as his cock slides into my mouth and he fucks my throat. I bob up and down, lips tight around his shaft, and he’s so fucking hard. It’s like an iron rod as I touch myself faster and faster, I’m moaning as he fucks my mouth, and he’s growling his delight. Tears roll down my face and I look up and meet his gaze, and that does it for him.
He comes on my tongue with a twitch and a moan, and I come as I swallow him down my throat. I keep going, leaning back against the wall, finishing myself off as the orgasm blazes in my brain. His cock rubs against my lips, smearing his cum along my lips as I finish, and when I’m finally done, I lick him clean, tasting every last drop.
“Did you feel it?” I ask, still on my knees, staring up into his eyes.
“I think I did, Pearce,” he says, bending over to kiss me. “You’re a very good girl, you know that? Now, go finish with the band. I’ll take you home when you’re ready.”
He cups my cheek, kisses me again, and slips his cock back into his jeans before turning to walk away.
But he pauses. His shoulders tense. I think he’s going to turn around to say something, but instead, he reaches into his pocket and slides his cell phone out, checks the screen, and raises it to his ear.
“Yes?” He pauses, back turned to me. I stare at him, still on my knees, catching my breath. He’s taking a phone call right now? This man is insane. His posture is tense and I’m guessing it isn’t good.
“Are you sure?” he asks. “Yes, that would be acceptable. Tomorrow night. I know the place. Very good. Tell him I’ll see him then.” He hangs up and slowly turns back to look at me, face tugged into a deeper frown than usual. “That was Magnus Crawford’s assistant.”
My mouth drops open. “What did they want?”
“I’m having dinner with Magnus tomorrow evening.”
“Ansell.” I struggle to my feet, still leaning against the wall, and get myself adjusted. “That’s crazy. You can’t—”
“You’d better get yourself together and go find your band, Pearce. I’m sure they’re waiting for you.”
He turns and walks off, leaving me stunned and wondering how I’m going to survive the Ice King.
Chapter 13
Ansell
The restaurant is in a neutral part of town. It’s a decent neighborhood up in Germantown in the northeast, the uppermost edges of Philadelphia County. I don’t have any sway over this region and I know the Crawfords are concentrated in the nicer and richer sections of the city and the suburbs, and that’s the only reason I agreed.
It’s an Italian place tucked into an old building with a red door and a table in the window. A couple’s having dinner, laughing to each other about something.
“You sure about this?” Baptist squints at me as the sun sets and shadows grow around us. People walk past with little dogs on leashes. “You know what he’s going to say.”
“I suspect he’s going to apologize for Heiko and beg my forgiveness.”
Baptist laughs and shakes his head. “You know, Ansell, for a guy that doesn’t feel much, you sure are funny.”
“It’s a gift.”
“But no, Magnus is going to tell you to go fuck yourself and give him the girl, not necessarily in that order.”
“Magnus isn’t stupid enough to think I’m going to do that.”
“No, but he is arrogant.” Baptist sighs and runs his fingers over the steering wheel. He insisted on driving tonight for some reason. I think it calms his nerves.
He hates the Crawford family even more than I do. I’m not sure what his reasons are and I’ve never asked. He gives me privacy and I give him privacy in return, and that way we’ve reached a sort of mutual understanding. There are aspects of our lives that aren’t to be mentioned.