“Amber. Will you lay down with me so I can hold you?” I whispered, hoping that she wouldn’t take my offer the wrong way.
Her sobs softened and she nodded against my chest. A long sigh of relief escaped past my lips, thankful that I had apparently done something right. I scooped her up and carried her to the bed, lying her gently on the mattress before climbing in beside her and pulling the covers up around us.
I didn’t even get a chance to fully adjust the pillows behind me before Amber curled up to me, laying her head against my chest and one of her small hands right over my heart as she continued to softly cry against my t-shirt.
Both of us were half dressed—me in my jeans and her in Allen’s shirt—but this was easily the most intimate moment I had ever shared with a woman. I released a shaky breath and twisted my body to curl over her, hoping the protective gesture would ensure her that she was safe with me.
I wanted—needed—her to know that she would always be safe with me.
So even though my body was twisted at an awkward angle that made my bones ache, I decided to hold her like that for as long as she needed. Even with the discomfort, I’d never felt such a sense of satisfaction and love.
Fuck, it’s way too soon to think like that.
My mind argued with my heart as I held her for a long while, up until her cries eventually died off, fading into only an occasional sniffle. Once she was out of tears, her chin tilted up and she looked at me through bloodshot eyes.
“Thank you,” she whispered.
“Any time,” I replied, hoping she would be able to sense the sincerity of my statement.
Amber gave me a small smile before she rolled onto her back, finally giving me the space I needed to move into a comfortable position. I sighed with relief as my bones cracked, then turned my head to look at her with a frown.
“You should get some sleep. I’ll wake you up if anything happens.”
Amber let out a small snort and shook her head before she turned her head towards me.
“I don’t think it’s possible for me to sleep. I’m somehow both exhausted and totally wired.”
“Adrenaline,” I said knowingly.
I thought about how hard it was to get to sleep after completing a job. Even ones that required me to be awake for forty-odd hours had been difficult to manage—my mind and body exhausted but so fueled by the rush I got after a kill that the only way to get to sleep was to burn out every last bit of physical energy I had left.
Which usually meant—
“If you’re up for it, I can show you my trick.”
Intrigued, she propped herself up on her elbows and raised an eyebrow at me. “A trick?”
I sat up and crouched on my knees facing her. “Mm-hmm. Something that will override the adrenaline in your system and allow you to get some rest.”
She looked wary, but she still asked, “What is it?”
A grin curled at the corners of my lips as I shifted closer to her and gently nudged her thighs open. As I positioned myself between them, her eyes lit up with realization and she softly gasped.
“You up for it?” I asked huskily, my voice already deepening from the sheer amount of want I felt for her.
“Y-Yeah,” she breathed out, letting herself fall back to the pillows as I pushed Allen’s t-shirt up her thighs, letting the hem rest on her navel.
I propped her legs up and apart and craned my neck to look between them, my grin widening when I caught sight of her pink lips.
“Didn’t put any panties on before you started your spy games?” I asked, arching an eyebrow at her.
Her cheeks flushed as she shook her head. “Thongs don’t cover anything anyways. I might as well just go commando all the time.”
“I wouldn’t complain about that,” I whispered as I trailed a finger up her slit and groaned when I felt her wetness. “How do you want to come, gorgeous?”
She looked stumped by the question, her eyebrows pulling together in confusion as she stuttered, “I-I don’t—”
“Do you want to come like this?” I quietly asked, gathering some of her wetness on my fingertip before I began to gently work her clit. Amber moaned and arched her back, her hands moving up to twist in the sheets.
I slid my finger down and slipped it into her core as I whispered, “Or like this?”
Bending down, I spread open the lips of her sex with my free hand and flicked my tongue over her swollen nub, grinning wickedly when she cried out in a mixture of surprise and bliss. I pointed the tip of my tongue and roughly flicked it back and forth a few times before pulling back and laving it with short, wet strokes all while pumping a single digit in and out of her slick walls.
I switched my methods back and forth a number of times—drawing her close to the edge one way then pulling her back from the brink with a sudden change in speed. She let out frustrated huffs every time I did it, moaning and begging for me to let her come.
This time, as she drew near to the edge and I felt her body tense while she prepared herself for the change that would stop her orgasm again—I pursed my lips together and sucked hard on her clit, keeping the circling movement of my tongue going even as she screamed my name in ecstasy.
Feeling her tight pussy coming around my finger was nearly enough to make me insane with lust, but I managed to hold myself back from outright attacking her. This wasn’t about me at all and the second she started coming down from her high, I slipped a second finger inside and twisted them up to rub against her g-spot.
“Ohhh god, John! I can’t—I can’t take it,” she whimpered as she rolled her head around on the pillow.
“Yes you can, baby. Just relax,” I soothingly whispered, leaning back down to softly swipe my tongue against her clit a few times. Amber’s hips bucked hard and I pulled away with a soft chuckle. “Let me make you come again, baby. You’re so fucking gorgeous when you come.”
“P-Please,” she begged, opening her eyes to look at me pleadingly. “John, please.”
“Please what?” I asked, keeping my eyes on her face even as I directed my tongue to rapidly flick back and forth over her nubbin again.
Her words died in her throat—overpowered by the loud cries of pleasure as I worked her. A third finger was easy to push in considering how wet she was and I groaned at the feeling of her walls flexing against my digits.
Keeping my tongue on her clit, I lowered my hand down to my own jeans and rubbed my palm again my cock through the fabric. Even though this was all about her, I couldn’t deny my own needs for very much longer. I needed some sort of friction to ease the pain of arousal.
Amber’s breathy moans weren’t helping my predicament. I wished I had arranged myself in a position where I could grind my hips down against the bed, but I hadn’t had the foresight to do that.
No longer caring about whether it was appropriate or not, I jerkily managed to undo the button of my jeans with one hand and shove them down just enough to free my cock. I grunted against Amber’s clit, twirling my fingers inside her as I took my cock in my hand and began to jerk myself off in time with the flicks of my tongue.
When I looked back up at her flushed face, I groaned when I realized she was watching me with hooded eyes.
Our gazes met and she breathed out, “Fuck me, John. Please. I’ll do anything.”
I was a goner. There was no way in hell I could deny her, not when she was looking at me with such blatant desire and practically begging me to put my cock in her.
I pulled my fingers out and drew back, nodding at her once before I got off the bed and jogged over to the nightstand for a condom. I kicked off my jeans after I rolled the latex over my cock then turned back to the bed to look at her.
“Take off that shirt, baby. Let me see those perky tits again.”
She sat up and peeled off the t-shirt and I watched as her breasts bounced from the motion. I crawled up the bed and settled myself between her legs before leaning forward to capture one of her perfect pink nipples between my lip
s.
Her fingers threaded into my hair when I gently bit down and rolled the stiff peak between my teeth, then moved to her other breast to repeat the ministration. While I was fairly certain that I could play with her tits for hours and not get bored—my erection throbbed with need and reminded me of what she really wanted.
My lips left her nipple with an obscene pop and I moved further up her body to capture her lips in a searing kiss. When her lips parted and she moaned into my mouth, I slipped my tongue between them and mimicked the motion of my cock as I aligned it with her entrance and sunk inside.
Our combined groans of pleasure were muffled and I pulled back to stare into her eyes as I began to thrust. I didn’t have it in me to be slow and gentle—the need to fuck her was too strong to deny. She clung to my shoulders like a lifeline as I rapidly pulled out and slammed back in, setting a pace that would surely have me blowing my load in record time.
“Fucking hell,” I cursed when I realized I was too far gone to slow down.
My cock throbbed in her—begging to release into her sweet, willing body. I ground my teeth together as I imagined how she’d feel without the rubber between us, how it’d feel with her walls greedily milking the cum from my balls and up into her body. A sharp shock of pleasure shot straight to the head of my cock and I knew I wouldn’t last much longer.
“I’m gonna come,” I panted in warning, searching her eyes for permission.
Amber moaned and arched her back, pushing my hips up a little so she could slip her hand between us. I let out a choked grunt as she worked her clit and her walls began to squeeze me, quickly realizing that she was just as close to orgasm as I was.
“John, John, John,” she panted deliriously, her voice rising in pitch with every word. “I—Oh fuck, come with me!”
A hoarse shout of her name rose out of me uncontrollably as I lost myself in the moment, thrusting erratically into the wet heat that seemed to be getting tighter and tighter. Her walls squeezed down on me hard as she screamed my name, more heat flooding my cock and pulling the orgasm out of me instantly.
I groaned as I buried myself to the hilt and let her walls do the work, flexing and clenching around my cock hard enough to pull out every drop of cum I had. I leaned my forehead against her chest as the shocks shot through my dick and my entire body shuddered as my climax began to subside.
“Jesus Christ,” I whispered against her, sleepily dipping my head down to lap at her tight nipple even though I felt completely spent. Amber mewled and arched her breasts up, pushing further against my mouth.
“That was amazing,” she whimpered as she weaved her hand into my hair and held me against her.
I murmured an agreement as I sucked the rosy nub into my mouth and rolled it between my teeth again, a pitiful whimper coming out of me when I felt her tighten around my softening cock.
Not wanting to keep making embarrassing noises as I worked her, I slowly pulled out and sighed with relief. If I had stayed inside her, there was no way I that I wouldn’t have gotten hard again and I was pretty damn sure there wasn’t a drop left in my balls to give.
But I certainly didn’t mind the idea of getting her off with my hands and mouth again. I wanted to hear my name falling from those sweet lips all day, every day.
I moved to slide down her body and spread her knees with my hands. She screamed when I licked a long line up her slit and I moaned at the taste of her juices. Her clit was hard and swollen—probably oversensitive from the last two orgasms—but I couldn’t bring myself to care.
I lapped at it with my tongue and held her hips still with a tight grip, forcing another orgasm from her as she tried in vain to wiggle away from my mouth.
Once the juices from her third orgasm were coating my lips and her body had gone slack with exhaustion, I propped up on my elbow and asked, “You want more, angel?”
“I need sleep,” she pleadingly whispered. “Come here.”
I crawled up beside her and laid on my back and she curled up to my side and stretched her arm across my stomach. Moments later, I could feel her breathing even out and I smiled with contentment.
Mission accomplished, I thought as the darkness started to pull me under right along with her.
Chapter Fifteen
Allen
Club Monaco.
The stomping ground for pimps, drug dealers, and pretty much every criminal family in the area. The club was considered a safe ground for all rival groups, meaning there was no chance that the Sanchez family would pick a fight with us here.
Not unless they wanted the entire club to turn against them, which was what happened when you tried to start something in the safe zone. It was the code around here—one that had been put to use only twice since its opening four years ago.
Since those two times, nobody had been stupid enough to try anything within a block of the club.
“What the hell are you doing here?” a large bouncer demanded as he eyed me from head to toe.
My team was fairly well-known in the area, but we didn’t make it a habit to visit this bar unless it was business related. It had been months since my last time here, when I paid a visit to a snitch who refused to meet with me privately.
Smart guy.
“Business,” I said, my tone clipped. “Are you going to let us in or not?”
He hesitated, eyeing both myself and the three men standing behind me. After a long moment of consideration, he sighed and moved the velvet rope out of our way. I didn’t bother to look back as I strolled purposely into the club, knowing my men were right behind me.
Once we were inside, I scanned the room until my eyes narrowed on the upstairs area. It wasn’t exactly a VIP section, but more of a ‘pay your way to get a private table, but the girls will cost you extra’ section.
It made the most sense for them to be up there, probably hidden behind a curtain in a booth while they paid women to suck them off. It wasn’t exactly the prime conditions for this confrontation, but at least it’d catch them off guard.
“Upstairs,” I said, my voice just barely audible over the thumping bass of the song that echoed against the walls of the club. Mason jerked his head in acknowledgment and slapped Troy on the chest to grab his attention, pointing up until the other man nodded.
We moved as a group and when we reached the staircase, I slipped the bouncer five crisp hundreds and he let us up with no questions asked.
Now the fun part, I thought to myself as I frowned at the closed booths.
Mason tapped me on the shoulder then pointed to the bar. I nodded, handing him the rest of the cash I had on me and watching as he made his way over.
Buying information could be a difficult job for me. I was pretty well-known and that had the tendency to make people freeze up.
Mason, however, was not well-known. And he was just the right amount of threatening for people to gladly give him what he wanted as long as he promptly went away after.
A few minutes later, he returned to us with a beer in one hand and the information we needed. He tipped his head to the side and I followed him to one of the middle booths.
“You sure?” I asked quietly as we stood outside the curtain.
A boisterous laugh came from the booth and I realized that he had gotten good intel. That was definitely the laugh of a Sanchez son.
“Positive.”
I pointed to one end of the booth and waited for Mason and Troy to get into position. Derek stood by my side and waited, my fist held in the air until the sound of another laugh hit my ears.
I made the signal and we threw open opposite ends of the curtain, sliding into the booth while Derek and Troy pulled the curtain closed and stood guard outside.
“What the hell is this?” Dante hissed right before his eyes locked with mine.
Excellent, he’s next to Mason. Which means—
I turned to the side and nearly gagged as I watched a girl who was obviously strung out on something as she bounced on Mario’s miniscule cock.
With an amused snort, I said, “No wonder you have to pay for it.”
Mario hissed, “Get the fuck out of here before I put a bullet in your head.”
“Ah, ah, ah,” I chided with a shake of my head as he reached for his gun. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you. Are you forgetting the rules of Monaco?”
The girl’s glassy eyes turned to me and I felt my heart clench at the thought that this could have been Amber. Shaking the thought from my head, I turned my cutting gaze to Dante.
“You better warn your lapdog to back down.”
The corners of his lips turned up and he looked from me to Mario.
“Relax, my brother. Let’s not get unnecessarily violent, hmm?”
“Dante, this motherfucker is—”
He held up his hand and narrowed his eyes. “You do not speak unless I tell you to. One might think you’re not properly appreciating the gift I have given you,” he said as he gestured to the girl. She continued to ride Mario, eyes unfocused until Dante snapped his fingers and whistled. “Girl! Come to me.”
I watched with a sickening feeling as she pulled herself off Mario’s cock and crawled up on the table towards Dante. I pointedly avoided looking at her exposed cunt, not wanting to even think about the things they would have made Amber do if she had been captured.
“Suck my dick, girl,” Dante demanded as he lifted his hips and unbuttoned his fly. After she slid under the table and got to work, he grunted once, thrusting up into her mouth before he settled back down and turned to me. “What can I do for you, Mr. Fredrick?”
“You can show me a little fucking respect and detach that girl’s mouth from your cock while you’re talking to me.”
Dante laughed—the sound nearly making my ears bleed. Even Mason looked disgusted, which was saying a lot.
“Oh my friend, you should show me some respect. You’re the one who interrupted my time, after all. Unless—Oh! Are you offended that I haven’t offered to share? Silly me. Girl! Lend these gentleman your hands.”
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