by Sable Hunter
Saxon placed both hands on the collar of the Kiss T-shirt she wore and tore it in half right down the middle. “Oh, I’m fucking sure all right.” He didn’t think his cock had ever been this hard before.
Her bra clasped in the front and he undid it with one deft movement of his hand. Alivia’s tits spilled out, and Saxon stared in awe. “Is there a part of you that isn’t perfect?”
With a groan, he bent to kiss her tight nipples. Alivia arched her back and pressed her breasts into his face, gripping his hair with her right hand.
Saxon licked and lapped at the hard nubs that felt so good under his tongue.
Alivia pulled on his hair, totally mesmerized by the pleasure he was giving her. “Oh god,” she gasped when he looked up into her eyes.
Saxon flicked her nipple once, then paused before licking it again. “I want to taste you.”
The phrase hadn’t come out as a question, nor did Saxon intend it to be. He ached to bury his face between her thighs, and he intended to do so. Locking an arm around her waist, meaning to keep her from wandering off, he moved to the only table in the room, and cleared it with one swipe of his arm, scattering the items to the floor. “I’ll pay for any damages,” he said when she widened her eyes at him.
Swinging her around, he placed her on her back atop the table. Grasping the waist of her skirt, Saxon pulled it down along with her underwear, until they got caught on those sexy boots.
Alivia reached to start untying the laces. “Hold on. Let me take these off.”
“Not a fucking chance. Leave them on.”
Saxon tugged her skirt and panties off over the boots, letting them drop to the floor. Pushing her legs up into the air, he parted her thighs, almost going to his knees at the sight. “Again. Perfect.” All flushed and pink. Bending, he licked the sweet folds of her pussy. “I knew you’d taste like heaven,” he growled.
As Saxon licked her up and down, the unsteady legs of the table wobbled back and forth. Her head was spinning as he held her hips, his mouth feasting, his tongue sliding up into her sheath. “Saxon,” she moaned, “that feels so good.” Even as pleasure clouded her reasoning, she knew they were moving incredibly fast. Alivia didn’t protest, this encounter was about lust and heat, after all – nothing more.
Saxon could feel her response, her whole body was shaking, writhing with pleasure. She wiggled back and forth on the table, and her soft purring and sexy cries only spurred him on. He licked a path through her sweet lips until his tongue met her clit. Alivia’s hips bucked when he clamped his mouth over the pulsing button and sucked.
“Oh, God, please don’t stop!” she implored.
She had nothing to worry about. Wild horses couldn’t have dragged Saxon away from what he was doing. This beautiful woman’s orgasm would be his reward, and he intended to claim the prize.
Reaching up with a free hand, he pulled on the nipple of her left breast and Alivia came unglued. Her climax was beyond intense, and Alivia rode it for all it was worth, pushing against his face and chanting his name like a prayer. “Saxon, Saxon, God, Saxon.” With a harsh gasp, she flew apart, clawing for purchase at the table edge to keep from tumbling off. “You,” she said with a pant, pushing her way up into a sitting position.
“Me?”
“Yes. You.” She slid off the table and began to take the remains of her clothes off. “On the bed. I want you.” Saxon looked at her with wonder. “What?” she asked as she shed everything but the boots he seemed so taken with.
“Nothing. You are just incredible.”
The compliment went right past her, Alivia was too eager to get herself pressed up against him, and she pushed Saxon back on the bed and climbed on top of him.
“Make yourself at home, baby.” He opened his arms and welcomed the little hottie to make herself happy. He couldn’t believe this, he felt like a kid who’d just been given the keys to an amusement park. Framing his face, she devoured his mouth, owning the kiss, the temperature between them flaring amazingly hot, amazingly fast. The way she was straddling him, her hot mound was sitting right on top of his aching hard-on. “Fuck, you’re amazing, this is so good.”
Gliding his palms to her tits, he cupped her breasts, rolling his fingers around the nipples. He loved how she gasped into his mouth, her body shivering, her hips grinding to bring them closer together. Unable to help himself, Saxon moved one hand to her ass, urging her even closer, bucking his hips, so his hungry shaft fit tightly between her open folds.
“Oh, God,” she panted, riding him, her pussy moving up and down over his throbbing cock.
“Fuck, baby, you’re burning me up. So damn responsive.” His fingers tangled in her hair as she rubbed herself against him. “Little wanton,” he whispered. Saxon could feel her heat through the denim of his jeans, every move she made nudged the head of his erection.
“Touch me, touch me please,” she begged, and he gladly returned to milk her nipples. With every tug he made on the ripe, red buds, she flamed even hotter in his arms.
“I want you inside me,” Alivia insisted, stopping only long enough to get her bag.
“What are you doing?” he muttered, so wound up that he couldn’t think straight. It seemed like he’d been rock-hard and ready forever.
She raised up with a smile and a hand full of condoms. “Safety first.”
Saxon groaned, he wanted to feel what it was like to be inside of her with no barrier between them, but he respected her decision. “I can’t wait to play with you some more,” he said as he pulled off his shirt.
“Is that what we’re doing, playing?” Heavens above, the man was huge and beautiful, his chest a study in perfection. Lying back on the bed, he opened his jeans and pushed his pants down. “Oh, glory,” she whimpered, “you’re gorgeous.” His cock was long and thick, with a broad head. “And no underwear.” She gripped his straining shaft and licked her lips. “A girl could get used to this.”
Her words of appreciation sent an extra surge of excitement to his dick, and he swelled even larger.
“I’d love to play more, but I want you.”
Seeing the need on her face thrilled him. Saxon sat up. “Baby, you will get no protest out of me.”
Alivia chewed on her lower lip as she concentrated on rolling the condom down over the wide head of his cock. The rubber stopped short of covering the whole stalk, and she shivered at the idea of taking all of him inside her. After he was all fixed up and ready to go, she let her hand linger, rubbing him up and down, just enjoying how powerful he felt to her.
“Damn.” Her hand felt incredible on his body. “I’m all for handjobs,” Saxon groaned after she’d stroked him a few times, “but please stop torturing me. Believe me; I want to be inside you just as much as you want me there.”
Alivia sprang from her knees and hovered above him, her legs on either side of his thighs, her pussy tantalizingly close to the tip of his arousal. There was no question she was ready for him, but he was so big, and it had been a long time for her. With excruciating slowness, she began to work herself down on him. Biting her bottom lip, Alivia luxuriated in the stretch as she sank down, letting him fill her completely. Pressing her palms into the firmness of his chest, she began to grind her hips, moving in slow circles, her eyes closing in ecstasy.
Saxon threw his head back and groaned, the muscles of his neck standing out with strain. “Fuck, that’s good. Ride me, baby. Ride me.”
His words sent chill bumps all over her, and she felt the wave of another climax rolling toward her.
When she tightened around him, Saxon couldn’t believe it. “Again?” he asked wide-eyed. Olivia kept her own eyes closed and merely nodded her head. “You are amazing,” he breathed in awe.
The sweet, hot rush of orgasm overtook Alivia again as she moaned her release, falling forward on top of Saxon. She let her head lay there, listening to the pounding of his heart, the mat of dark hair on his chest tickling her cheek. “God, I needed this,” Alivia said through gasps.
He began to rock her spent body on top of him, moving her pussy up and down over his still swollen cock. Alivia let him guide her, control her, do with her as he pleased. She loved how he felt inside of her, and she loved his hands on her body…she loved it all.
Saxon’s toes curled at how tight she was around him. It was almost as if he wasn’t wearing a condom. Olivia’s breathing began to quicken. They’d only known each other for a few hours, but he already knew her body and how she responded to him. She was inching closer to another orgasm, and the knowledge made his own pleasure spike. “Kiss me,” Saxon ordered.
Alivia lifted her head and gave him a dazzling smile, offering her lips to him. She sank her hands into his hair and layered her mouth to his, entangling her tongue with his in a fierce, wild joining while he stroked her breasts and pinched her swollen nipples.
“You’ve got me going again, you’re dangerous,” she told him, the heated ache glowing in her core.
Saxon felt dangerous. He felt desperate. “I need to move.” With a graceful maneuver worthy of applause, he flipped her over and began to fuck her hard. She cried out, her pussy fluttering and clamping around him, her legs wrapping around his hips as he plunged in root-deep to begin pounding into her over and over again. His mind fogged, he’d been hijacked by his need, and he couldn’t have stopped if his life depended on it.
“Oh, God,” she hissed as she clung to his shoulders, her nails biting into his skin. He continued to hammer her as she kissed his neck, biting and sucking on the flesh of his throat.
As he tossed his head and thrust into her over and over, a mounting need began to rise within him. He’d never get enough, never. “Come for me, one more time. One more,” he urged, burying himself to the hilt one time after another.
“Saxon!”
Olivia jerked in his arms, her body going stiff, her sex clamping down and pulsing around him. All he could do was hold her tight and let go, pounding inside of her like a wild man as she milked him to the point of insanity. “Fuck, Olivia,” he murmured as he rolled over and brought her with him, unwilling for the moment to end. “That was unbelievable.”
She rested her head on his shoulder, her breath slowly evening out. “You’re bleeding.” She touched his skin where her nails had scored him. “Sorry.”
Saxon smiled, liking the fact she’d drawn blood. Marking him. “No problem. I guess we’re even; I destroyed your shirt.”
Her Kiss shirt! “Arg, that’s right. You barbarian.” She picked up the vestiges of the tee lying on the mattress and held them up. “This was one of my favorites.” Oh well, she smiled secretly. The sex had been well worth the small sacrifice.
“I’ll be glad to pay for it. You’ve got a jacket with you. That should be good enough to cover you long enough to get out of here.”
“No pay necessary. I’ll be fine.” Alivia rolled from the bed to gather her clothes while Saxon went to the washroom to remove the condom to clean himself off. Looking in the mirror, Alivia moaned, “Good gracious.” Her jbf hair was a dead giveaway, and she dreaded the walk of shame she’d have to make through the front lobby.
Saxon appeared from the washroom a moment later. “Going somewhere?”
Alivia had her clothes back on and was about to slip into her jacket. “I thought we were leaving…” She pressed her lips together, searching for words. Suddenly, she wanted to ask him questions, find out his name, tell him hers. “Saxon…?”
“What?” Flopping back onto the bed, he pulled the covers back. Sure, the sex had been mind-blowing, but he was really into this girl. He wanted to spend more time with her. “Come here. I figured the room’s paid for, we could use it a little longer.”
“Already?” Alivia asked, impressed.
“Ha! I mean, sure. If you’re up to it. I was thinking more along the lines of a nap. I had a long night last night, and holy hell girl, you just took a lot out of me. How about a little cuddle?” He held his arms out.
Alivia placed her hands on her hips, considering this from all angles. His big body did look inviting. She had this wild urge to dive onto the bed and hold him so tight he’d never get away. A part of her held back, though. There was something slightly awkward about all of this. The sex had been spectacular, no doubt. But maybe she’d rushed things. The problem was that she liked this guy, a whole lot. And she’d given him a totally wrong impression of her. She was worried she’d put out too early for this to turn into something more. And despite witnessing her mother make mistake after mistake with men, despite her own bad experience and a vow she’d made never to be dependent or vulnerable to any man – Alivia really would’ve liked something more with Saxon.
She started to open her mouth to tell him she wanted to talk this out when he patted the bed next to him. “I’m not good at taking no for an answer, and I’m dead tired. I don’t think I can hold my eyes open long enough to drive home.”
For a split second, she compared Saxon to the other men she’d known in her life. None of them came close, not by a long shot. “I suppose a quick nap wouldn’t hurt.” She crawled onto the bed to find she fit perfectly in his arms.
They let out a collective and simultaneous sigh of contentment. This feels so right, Alivia thought. We’ll talk later, she promised herself.
…The quick nap they’d planned turned into a deep sleep. Between their work and the amazing sex, both were exhausted. It was over three hours later before the call of nature awoke Saxon. When he opened his eyes, he found himself holding Olivia, his arm draped over her waist, a sweet fit as he spooned her soft, warm body.
Easing off the bed, so as not to disturb her, he grabbed his phone from the bedside table and padded to the washroom to use the facilities. His brain was still foggy from sleep, but he could see a string of new text messages and missed calls. “Shit,” he cursed under his breath. Tyson had been trying to get in touch with him for the last two hours. Skimming them quickly, he learned Kyle had called an emergency meeting of the Equalizers. A woman was missing, the daughter of a state senator and they’d been asked to help find her.
When he returned to the bedroom, he found Olivia had kicked the blankets off, and the sensual curve of her back called out to both his brain and body. Another quickie sounded like heaven, but Tyson’s messages said the meeting was urgent, and Saxon knew he needed to leave.
Not wanting to wake her, Saxon took one of his business cards from his wallet and wrote a note on the back. Call me, Olivia. I don’t want this to be over. With one last look at her beautiful face, he left the card on the pillow by her head.
The sound of Saxon’s belt buckle clinking as he fastened it roused Alivia from her slumber. Waiting to see what he’d do, she stayed very still. When she heard the room door click open, she knew he was slipping out. A wave of hurt crashed over her, drawing her body into a fetal position. Damn him! Alivia felt like the world’s biggest fool. She’d been just a casual fuck to him, after all.
Struggling with her own role in this fiasco, she reminded herself of the rules.
No strings. No last names. Hell, she hadn’t even let him tell her his avatar’s name on Saxon’s Conquest.
Oh well, par for the course. Lesson learned. Once she heard the door close securely, she rose from the bed and began to gather her things in the dark.
How about a cuddle? “God, Alivia, you are so stupid. Men are such jerks.”
Pulling her jacket on, she finished dressing without even turning on the light. When she finished, Alivia left the room and headed for the stairwell at the far end of the hall.
…Later, a maid found Saxon’s business card on the pillow. After glancing at it, she let out a sigh. “Oh, well, Olivia. Your loss.”
She threw the small scrap of paper in the garbage.
* * *
Once he left the hotel, Saxon found his car in the parking garage and hightailed it downtown. The Equalizers new home base was located right on Lady Bird Lake in Kyle’s former campaign headquarters, an architectural marvel, environmentally friendly. Since being elected governor and getting married, Kyle no longer needed to maintain the apartment in the spacious building, so the Equalizers spread out inside, each taking their own office to use as needed.
When Saxon arrived, Jet was seated in the conference room, his dirty boots propped up on the table. “Nice of you to join us, pardner,” the big warrior said gruffly when Saxon joined them in the room.
“Oh, go punch something, Blackbeard,” Saxon fired back before taking a seat.
Destry was in the hallway on his phone as usual, while Micah and Tyson perused a dossier on the desk.
“What’s up?” Saxon asked, pouring himself a cup of coffee from a pot on the counter in the adjoining kitchenette.
“A woman is missing, and so far, these five pages is all the information we’ve been able to gather on her.” Tyson pushed the file folder across the table toward Saxon, noticing the steaming cup of java. “Jesus! You are gonna be up all night drinking that stuff.”
“Wouldn’t be the first time. Besides, I had a nap.” He winked at his friend, accepting the folder and opening it up to the first page.
Ever the detective, Micah sat back in his chair and just stared at his computer genius friend. “You look different.”
Saxon ran a hand through his hair. “I was at the convention. Long day.”
Micah tilted his head. “No. That’s not it.” He rose from his seat and walked around the table.
Saxon kept his eyes down on the pages in from of him. “Fuck off!” Saxon swatted at the hand Micah placed on his shoulder.
“Ah ha!” Micah grabbed a handful of Saxon’s hair and tugged his head to the side. “I suppose you got this,” he pointed at a slightly discolored patch of skin on Saxon’s neck, clearly a hickey, “at the convention!”