by Stone, M. T.
“You’re going to like the views from my place,” he says as we drive toward the harbor. “I finally got in about two months ago.”
I feel a bit confused as we pull up to the Four Seasons, the hotel that I’ve been staying at the past several nights. “I thought we were going to your place?”
“This is where I live,” he replies with a glint in his eyes. “I bought a three-bedroom on the twenty-sixth floor.”
“So, each night, I’ve been coming back here, oblivious to the fact that you live ten floors above me?” I ask, feeling a bit foolish for missing the fact that he had moved.
“That’s why I’ve been asking you each night if you would like a ride.” He lowers his eyes, peering into mine. “You were just so quick to turn me down.”
“Maybe I don’t trust myself around you,” I reply, speaking the truth for the first time during the short ride. “Most men don’t have much of an effect on me.”
“But I’m not most men,” he whispers, leaning in to give me a kiss. “Is that why you’re so afraid to let down your guard? You know that once you let me in, you won’t be able to shake me.” He lifts his hand to my cheek, caressing it with his thumb. “Regardless of how strong you think you are, you’ve met your match.”
“Something tells me we’ve both met our match,” I reply breathlessly, knowing that the next phase of our relationship is one that I am sure to win.
“Good evening, Mr. DeLuca.” The doorman greets him warmly. “Good evening, Ma’am.” He gives me a wink, pretending not to know my name. If in doubt, say nothing is the protocol taught to all staff at the finest hotels.
“I’m good.” He waves off the bellman as we head for the private residence elevators. “So what do you think of this place?” He pauses to press the elevator button.
“It’s beautiful and the staff has been great.” I slip my hands inside his suit coat, encircling his waist. “They keep it a little too chilly in the public areas though.” Fortunately, it gives me a reason to snuggle up to him. The warmth radiating from his rock-hard body combines with the intoxicating smell of his cologne to instantly warm me right to the core. It has been a long time since I have been this infatuated with anyone, and it has been a slow burn ever since I was first given his file over two months ago. Tonight will determine whether he will be selected as a long-term associate or will become just another casualty, an unwitting soul who crossed my path. Feeling his strong hands resting upon my hips, I am sincerely hoping for a long, loyal association. Long and loyal . . . two attributes I’ve been searching for in a man.
Chapter 5
Devon
By the time we reach the twenty-sixth floor, the bulge has returned and this time, it’s a force determined to be reckoned with. Her witty banter, supple curves, gorgeous face, and cunning smile have been teasing me all week long, and I honestly can’t take any more of it. If she hadn’t accepted the ride tonight, I would’ve wished her well and been on my way. No woman has ever made me beg for her attention, and I certainly have no intention of doing so at this stage of the game. Granted, a woman like her is a rare find, but I am more than willing to cut my losses and move on. Luckily, that doesn’t seem to be in the cards.
After going through one security door with a retinal scan, I press my fingers against the security pad on the inside door. “I insisted on two layers of security,” I tell her as the green lights flash and the door opens. “I’m sure the day will come when I’ll want full-time bodyguards as well.”
“If you play your cards right, Felix and Tiny will be all you need. Tiny is one big son of a bitch, so if you send him for some advanced training, he’ll take good care of you,” she replies, walking into the entryway. “You really do have a fantastic view.”
“Yeah, that’s what sold me on it. I’m not crazy about the pattern in these wood floors, but the view makes up for it.” I lead her to the patio doors and punch the code into the keypad. “I love being out here on a warm night.” I guide her to the railing and wrap my arms around her from behind, looking out at the bustling waterfront. “It’s even better tonight.”
After a nice moment, she turns into me, batting those sexy caramel-colored eyes and giving me a coy smile. “I think we should check the view from the master bedroom.” She stands in silence, looking up at me suggestively. I lean over and hungrily take her lips with mine. After she has teased me for days, a wave of hormones washes through me that will no longer be denied. I sweep her up in my arms and punch the door panel with my elbow to close the door before carrying her to the bedroom.
“Same gorgeous view from here,” I whisper, setting her down on the bed. “The only thing sweeter is the sight of you in my bed. You’re a little overdressed though.” I reach for her hand and pull her back to her feet. Turning her back to me, she holds up her hair, allowing me to unzip her dress. I slowly glide the zipper down its track while leaning in to kiss the side of her neck. She lets out a soft moan as it slides off her shoulders and onto the floor. “My God, you are beautiful.” She turns toward me in her lacy black bra, tiny black thong, and matching black stilettos. She immediately grabs hold of my tie and forces it open in one smooth motion, tossing it onto the back of a chair.
“There’s something about stripping down a well-dressed man that really gets me going,” she says while popping my shirt buttons from the bottom to the top. After the last one is out of the way, she pushes it off my shoulders and down my arms. The cuffs are still buttoned, so it acts almost like a set of handcuffs. Before I can reach back and unbutton them, she pushes me back onto the bed. She grabs hold of my belt and releases it, unbuttoning my pants and pulling them along with my briefs down to my ankles. My shoes are still on, so that’s as far as they will go for the moment. “I’m sorry, but I’m going to fuck you tonight. Believe me, it will be a night you’ll never forget.” Straddling me, she reaches for her clutch which had been flung onto the bed. “Have you ever fucked on pure coke?”
“I haven’t used it since I used to pull all-nighters in grad school,” I inform her. “I never found it all that appealing. I’d rather have a cocktail.”
“This is one of the rare occasions when I’ll use it,” she says, dipping her fingernail into a small plastic bag and taking a bump in each nostril. “You’ve got to at least try it so you can keep up with me.” She again dips her finger into the bag before holding the white crystalline powder up to my nose. I inhale the powder, and within a few seconds, I feel a nice euphoric rush.
“Okay, give me a couple more bumps,” I tell her after realizing the purity of this stuff. This isn’t at all like the crap that we were able to afford in college. This shit is on a whole other level and I might as well go for the full experience.
After we take a couple more bumps, she sets the bag to the side. “Now, I’m going to blow your fucking mind,” she murmurs, grabbing hold of my rock-hard cock and taking it to her lips. I’m annoyed by the fact that my arms and legs are basically immobilized, but the feeling passes as she takes me deep into her throat while simultaneously caressing my balls. There are times when a guy should just relax and enjoy the moment, and this is obviously one of those times. After a few minutes, I lift my head, glancing down at her. She is completely focused on the task at hand. “Mmm,” is the only sound that emanates from her lips as she glances up at me with those sultry eyes. The combination of her skills and the heightened sensitivity from the coke is blowing my fucking mind. My toes are beginning to ache from curling within my shoes.
“God, that was amazing,” I moan as she crawls up my body to give me a kiss. Her knees come to rest on my shirt right between my hips and wrists, enhancing the feeling of being handcuffed. “Take off your bra,” I request, seeing that her nipples are straining against the sheer material of her bra. They look irresistible.
She smiles before reaching back to pop the hooks. After tossing it to the floor, she leans forward, allowing me full access, placing her hands on either side of my head. She moans as I begin to encircle one
nipple with my tongue before moving to the other. I continue to move back and forth between them as she exhibits incredible sensitivity. “You have no idea how much that turns me on,” she admits, moving down my body a few inches until I feel her heat against my throbbing head. She reaches down, moving her thong to the side and allowing me access to those soft, slick lips for the first time.
“You sure know how to tease a man,” I whisper, feeling a dull ache deep within my balls. She kisses me softly while continuing to move just enough to make me crave more of her. Each time I try to tilt my hips in her direction, she pulls back, leading to an ever-growing tension that keeps building within me. “I thought you said you were going to fuck me,” I growl, narrowing my eyes.
“Oh, I’m going to fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before,” she growls back. “But first, I need you to trust me,” she adds, making me wonder just what the hell she has planned. “I want to show you something.” Her slender hands encircle my neck as she pushes back and mounts me. Instinctively, the muscles within my neck counteract her grip and I raise my head from the bed. I can flip her off me with one buck of my hips if she gets too crazy. She looks directly into my eyes. “Trust me and I will blow your mind.”
I lower my head and close my eyes. I think I know exactly where this is going, and I have to admit this is the first time I’ve ever let a woman control me this way. Much to my surprise, it’s actually turning me on. I can feel her insides gripping my rock-hard shaft in a way that I have never felt before. It’s probably because of the coke, but it also has to do with the intensity of this sweet little thing above me.
Victoria
As his head eases back onto the bed and the muscles of his neck give way to my fingers, I know I have found my partner. For a man of his stature to succumb in this way is the ultimate expression of respect. In return, I’m going to give him an experience that he will never forget. I tighten my grip to the point where his arteries are bulging from the strain and the shade of his complexion begins a gradual change. I thrust against him in a way that is sure to keep his focus in the right place. I want him to realize that I’m going to reward him for his trust. In fact, the combination of the finest cocaine and oxygen deprivation is sure to leave him craving more.
“You’re doing great,” I whisper in his ear as I release the pressure on his neck, allowing him to suck in several deep breaths. I kiss him passionately, not wanting him to gain enough oxygen to fully recover. Then I reestablish my grip and arch my back with the intention of driving both of us to an earthshattering orgasm.
He is only able to express himself in moans as I increase the intensity and keep an eye on his face to ensure that he stays with me. I can feel his arms twitching against my knees, which tells me he is entering the sweet spot. I loosen my grip momentarily, allowing him to catch a couple of breaths before sending him over the edge. “Jesus, that’s intense . . .” he gasps, letting me know that he is still coherent.
“Here we go,” I whisper, gripping him tightly once again. This time, I don’t hold back, using all of my hand strength while thrusting against him with reckless abandon. The groans coming from him combine with the angle of his hard cock to immediately push me over the edge. I begin losing my grip as wave after wave washes through me in a way I’ve never experienced. My hands lose their strength as my arms begin to shake and twitch due to the intense pleasure coursing up from my core.
“My God!” He gasps for air as I feel him pulsing deep within me. “Oh, my God,” he repeats several times as I continue to slowly move on top of him, causing both of us to shudder uncontrollably. “That was insane.”
A smile crosses my face as I collapse onto him and kiss the side of his neck. A feeling begins to creep into my consciousness that I’ve never experienced before. It’s a feeling of belonging, a feeling of being home. It’s something I’ve lacked my entire life, and I find it hard to believe that I’m finding it with someone I hardly know. I grip him tightly and give him light kisses as he continues to breathe heavily, recovering from the heightened sexual state. Having a fetish-driven boyfriend during law school was a reliable source of stress relief, and he taught me several techniques that were outside the norm. I haven’t used this particular skill since breaking up with him, but I had a feeling that Devon might appreciate it. Usually, the most dominant alpha males need a taste of their own medicine, and he is definitely all alpha.
He lets out a sigh and turns his head toward me. A look of defiance flashes in his eyes. Even though he doesn’t say a word, I immediately know what is coming my way. An alpha might enjoy being dominated now and then, but he isn’t going to let that define the evening. He bucks his hips, releasing a growl, and in one smooth motion, he tosses me off him and onto my back. He rips his shirt from his wrists and the buttons pop free under the strain. Now shirtless, he kicks off his shoes and socks before getting rid of the pants that have been stubbornly wrapped around his ankles. “That was amazing,” he says with pure lust in his eyes. “But it’s your birthday, so I have something for you as well.”
Devon
My head is still buzzing as I nestle between her legs and lean down to kiss her passionately. She has me so turned on that my cock is every bit as hard as it was before she put me over the edge. I slide back inside her and slowly begin to move my hips while our lips and tongues explore one another. I love how she feels in my arms, but if feels even better to be inside her. I’m actually surprised by the fact that no outside thoughts have entered my mind this entire evening. I have never been with someone who so completely captivates me. Nothing else matters, and I can’t imagine anything so urgent or appealing that it could possibly create a distraction. Even the sound of my phone buzzing in the background has no effect on me. She is my sole focus.
She moans softly as I push myself balls deep inside her. I reach back with my arms and hook her legs behind the knees, pinning her in place. She’s right—this coke makes me feel like a fucking rock star. Not only are my senses heightened, but I feel like I could do this all night. I deliver long, full strokes that instantly bring moans to her lips. She feels so good, and hearing those sounds emanating from her lips pushes me to perform like never before.
“Oh, God . . . that’s the spot,” she cries as my swollen head slams against her g-spot. It feels incredible for me too, so I adjust my angle to maximize it. “Oh . . . God . . . don’t stop.” She pants, letting me know that I’ve got her exactly where I want her.
“I won’t,” I assure her while gaining a firmer grip on the sheets beneath us. I move forward, increasing the intensity even further. I begin to suck on the side of her neck while continuing the uninterrupted rhythm of my hips. I love the smell of her, the taste of her skin, and how she tries to buck against me in spite of being in complete submission.
“Oh my God, I’m coming,” she cries out as her legs begin to shake and she attempts to squirm away. She immediately realizes there is nowhere to go and she’s completely at my mercy. I slow the pace, making her think I’m going to give her a break, but it’s not in the cards. I tilt my hips just slightly and intensify our contact with one another. “Oh, God . . . oh, God . . .” she repeats breathlessly as I lead her through a series of orgasms, each one more intense than the last.
By the time I finally reach my climax, I feel like fucking Superman. This is easily the most intense, over-the-top sexual experience of my life. I’m not sure if it’s because of the drugs, the asphyxiation, or just being with a woman who absolutely rocks my world. It’s most likely a combination of all three. After a long, sensuous kiss, I release her legs and crash down beside her on the bed. My breathing is heavy and my heart is pounding, but I’ve never felt more alive. “You’re fucking incredible, baby. Happy birthday.”
Chapter 6
Devon
After finally coming down, I slept hard for several hours before waking to a persistent buzzing sound which I knew was my phone. Victoria is still sound asleep in my arms, so after procrastinating for a few
moments, I slip my arm out from under her and rise from the bed. An immediate head rush reminds me of all the fun we had the night before. I pause for a few seconds to steady myself before going in search of my phone. This is why I quit doing coke. It’s always fun at the time, but the next day, I always feel like dog shit. I click on the bathroom light to allow me to find my phone, and I catch a glimpse of the red marks on my neck. It looks like someone tried to strangle me. I chuckle as I realize that’s exactly what went down. She has some strong little hands.
“Oh, shit,” I say out loud upon clicking through my missed calls and messages. It’s immediately obvious that something is not right. I click to listen to the latest message from Tiny. A tightening feeling grips my chest as I listen to his words. Someone apparently strapped a car bomb of some kind to the bottom of my Escalade. The kid is dead, and both Tiny and Felix are in the hospital. Felix is in critical condition. “Fuck!”
I head back into the bedroom to throw on some clothes before returning any calls. It’s six am, and after only four hours of sleep, it’s going to be a long ass day. I throw on a fresh set of clothes before splashing my face with water and running my hands through my hair. A shower will have to wait. I’ve got to head over to the hospital and check on the guys. I call down to the concierge desk to have them request a limo for me. Requesting one myself might be a dangerous move, so it’s better if we go incognito. “Don’t tell them it’s for me,” I instruct the woman taking my request.