Latvis Security Services

by Lexie Ray

  “Please,” she croaked out between her clenched teeth.

  With one quick thrust and a bellowed groan, Dwayne buried himself to the hilt. All the places she had felt so achingly empty a moment ago were now filled completely. She was left breathless, unable to move as her brain struggled to catch up with how someone could fit so perfectly within her. Dwayne pressed kisses along her neck, making sure that his beard scraped against her with each pass.

  “You okay? God, you’re so tight. So perfect. So glad you said yes,” he rambled, his body quivering as he struggled not to move. “Andrea?”

  She tilted her head just enough for him to kiss her. Their hair got in the way, but she didn’t mind. It was just a quick, wet press to tell him that she was more than ready for him to start moving. It worked, and he slowly pulled himself free until only his head remained buried within her. It occurred to her that she hadn’t actually seen it yet. All she had to go by was the feel of him within her. Acting on sensation alone messed with her head. It felt so much larger and wider than he could ever rightly be.

  She was sweating, her arms shaking as Dwayne finished sliding the last inch out. Without warning, he thrust himself back in, deep and hard. She staggered off her hands and would have smacked against the tiles if Dwayne hadn’t pulled her back. It was only when he began to shamelessly moan in her ear that she realized just how loud she was being.

  Rutting back against him, she begged him to go faster and harder, encouraging him every time he did with filthy praise. Braced on all fours, it took everything she had just to stay upright. She lost track of what she was saying, her ability for words and thoughts vanishing as he picked up his pace again. Adrift in a cloud of pleasure, all that seemed real was his cock thrusting in and out and the steadily tightening coil within her spine. Time lost all meaning. She couldn’t breathe, but it didn’t matter.

  One of his hands left her hips, and she staggered forward, unable to keep herself steady with each powerful, fireworks-worthy thrust. But he didn’t leave her for long. His wide hand twisted in the waist band of her panties, wrapping the thin material around himself before he yanked his hand back up onto her hip.

  The material dragged up her leg, too tight to be comfortable. She slapped her hand back, searching for the material, when he gave another solid thrust. The strip of silk slipped into her wet folds and, as he thrust with renewed speed, perfectly caressed and toyed with her clit.

  Andrea released a wild scream as she bucked forward. Her arms crumpled, and she slumped against the tiles, held up only by Dwayne’s hand, the straining fabric, and his unrelenting cock. It was too much.

  The rising tide she had been chasing now turned and came for her. Waves of pleasure sparked through her, breaking her apart into a thousand pieces. She was lost in sensation, pulled by the swirled tide of her orgasm, only returning as Dwayne reached his own. His rhythm staggered, showing his increasing desperation.

  With the last of her energy, Andrea squeezed her walls against his cock. The sound he produced was something between a scream and a laugh, and it suited him perfectly.

  His weight shifted as he slumped down against her, rolling them both onto their sides while keeping himself buried within her. The tiles were pleasantly cool against their overheated skin. With their own sounds drifting to silence, she noticed the loud thumping of her wall. Oops. The neighbors.

  “Keep it down!”

  “Sorry!” Dwayne bellowed back as Andrea broke into a fit of giggles. “I’ll gag her next time!”

  She slapped her hand back to smack his thigh. “Shut up.”

  The banging stopped.

  “Have a good evening!” Dwayne called out pleasantly as Andrea tried to shush him.

  He pulled her against him, snuggling closer as she continued to laugh. The way he effortlessly curled around her was proof that he either studied gymnastics or that bones were optional for him. She gave him a deep, lazy kiss, if only to keep him quiet.

  “Squeezing at the end?” he asked.

  “You’re welcome,” she laughed against his lips. “Oh, we forgot to time it. We’ll just say I won.”

  “I obviously won.”

  “I came first,” she pointed out.

  “This is sex. Coming first means you lose.”

  “No, it doesn’t. I won.”

  “Afraid not, Cupcake.”

  She gave him a cheeky grin. “I guess we’re just going to have to have a deciding round.”

  “Or,” Dwayne mused with glee, “Sex Olympics?”

  Chapter Eleven

  Dwayne stirred awake as a pleasant, warm weight crawled up his torso. He was smiling before he opened his eyes and glanced down to see Andrea settling down against him. She crossed her arms over his lower chest and rested her chin on them.

  “Good morning.” She smiled as she offered him a stick of gum.

  Conscious of his morning breath, Dwayne gave the gum a few good chews before he ventured to speak. He passed the time by running his hand up and down her spine, trying to hike her satin pajamas up enough to get to her skin. How many of these damn things did she own? More importantly, did she have a slinky number hidden away somewhere?

  “Good morning, darling.”

  “I am sore all over,” she said.

  “You’re welcome.”

  Dwayne decided that she must have been up for a while. At least long enough to shower and brush her teeth, because she smelled absolutely amazing, like a garden put together by someone who actually knew what they were doing. Or Willow’s store. He couldn’t begin to name the flowers, but it was definitely something floral, and something he was quickly associating with her. And sexy times.

  He was suddenly very aware of the way the soft material of her pajama top felt against his quickly swelling cock. As if reading his mind, Andrea lifted up her hand, a condom securely nestled between her middle and index fingers.

  “You’re so close to being the perfect woman,” he said.

  “So close?” she scoffed. “I’m obviously perfect. You’re just too stupid to see it.”

  Dwayne laughed. The sound distracted her, allowing him to slip his hands under her arms so he could slide her up his chest with limited resistance. She gasped and slid her bare legs to either side of his bare stomach. As she settled down against him, it was easy to tell by feel alone that not only had she forgone the pants, she had decided that panties weren’t necessary either.

  He was getting addicted to manhandling her. She just responded so well. Seeing her getting turned on was something he’d never get sick of. She rolled her hips against him, rubbing her crotch along the ridges of his abs. His hands roamed over the length of her thighs, pushing the end of her shirt up so he could see her soft mound pressing against him.

  “Now that’s a beautiful sight,” he grinned.

  Treating himself to an ample handful of her butt, he reached for the condom. She pulled it away with a smirk, and his cock gave an interested twitch.

  “You going to put it on me, Cupcake?”

  “I would have, but…”

  “But?”

  “But you decided to sleep in, and now we have no time left. Seriously, aren’t you supposed to be an early riser?”

  “Someone put me through a lot of strenuous exercises yesterday,” he said. “We can be quick.”

  He sat up and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her tight against his chest. She met him halfway for a quick kiss that didn’t take long to deepen. Slowly, he reached for the condom again. Before he could touch it, she pulled it away and, more annoyingly, ended the kiss.

  “Seriously, the show is today. You have about five minutes before we have to leave. Get up.”

  With that, she slapped his shoulder and got to her feet, leaving him confused and aching on the bed.

  “Quick question. Just something that I’ve been pondering.”

  She looked over her shoulder as she opened her cupboard. “Ask while you move.”

  Grudgingly, he got to his fe
et and went in search of his jeans. She pulled her shirt up over her head, exposing the beautiful expanse of her back and her perfectly sculpted rear. He was sure that there were a few men out there that could resist that sight, but he was not one of them.

  He quickly closed the distance between them, pressingly his throbbing cock along the cleft of her butt while he wrapped his arms around her. One hand trailed down to play with her folds while the other busied itself with her breasts. Just to stack the deck in his favor, he scraped his beard along the line of her neck.

  “Why show me the condom if we can’t use it?” he asked before kissing her jawline.

  She melted against him, rocking against his questing fingers with a happy sigh before he pulled his hand away.

  “Because,” she paused as she turned around and kissed him sweetly, “if I have to be sexually frustrated, so do you.”

  ***

  Dwayne rocked on his heels as he looked around the hallway. Not too surprisingly, it was a lot quicker to have the male models ready than it was for the women. Most of them were in the dressing room behind him, leaving him as the guy guarding the hall.

  By now, Jai and Daren would already be in their assigned seats. Jamie was guarding the male models, and no one was ever completely sure where Mads was during these situations. He was most likely doing his ghost impersonation, being everywhere and anywhere. Everything was quiet, leaving Dwayne struggling to keep his thoughts from shifting back to Andrea.

  “Dwayne?” Jai’s voice buzzed over the small earpiece radio that they were all wearing.

  “Huh?” he asked as innocently as he possibly could when disturbed from filthy and vivid memories.

  “I asked how things are going over there.”

  “Quiet. Just rich people milling about the hallway, drinking and congratulating each other for being here. It’s really weird to see. What’s with rich people, anyway?”

  “I have no idea,” Jai said.

  “We’re press, remember?” Daren said. He normally sounded annoyed; it was just his natural state. Now, however, he just sounded relieved. “We don’t mix with the really rich ones.”

  “Oh, hey,” Dwayne laughed, “I just spotted Mads. He’s in a suit.”

  “He’s always in a suit,” Daren snorted.

  “But does he normally have Willow dressed to the nines next to him?”

  There was a moment of hesitation before Jai’s crisp British accent came over the line. “Come again?”

  “Mads is dressed to impressed and has Willow hanging on his arm. She’s rocking a blue dress and I think – hold on…” he paused as he waited for Mads to turn slightly as he introduced someone to Willow. “Yep, it matches his tie. Oh, damn, it actually matches his pocket square, too. They are a coordinated couple.”

  Dwayne struggled to keep his excitement to a hiss instead of a yell, but he couldn’t stop from bouncing on the spot. It was just too weird of a sight. Were they on a date? Who brought a date to work? He’d known there was something going on between them, but to actually see Mads on a date was like something off the nature channel. You knew it was natural, but you still didn’t really expect to see it.

  He was so distracted that he almost missed the man coming up behind him until he reached for the changing room’s door handle. At the last second, Dwayne snapped his hand out and blocked the doorway with his massive arm.

  The man glared at him. Dwayne was sure that it was meant to be intimidating, but on a man his age it only looked petulant. Like a spoiled child being told ‘no’ for the first time. A good foot shorter than Dwayne, the man had slicked platinum hair that looked like a carefully-cared-for toupee. He was definitely older, but seemed to be doing what he could to hide it. A well-tailored suit of fine material covered his soft form, and he sported a fake tan that was a few shades too dark for him to carry off as natural.

  “Wrong door,” Dwayne broke the silence. “This is the women’s changing room.”

  “Do you know who I am?”

  Dwayne tilted his head as if in thought, although it was hard not to recognize Lloyd Rossi by sight. The billionaire loved publicity and plastered his face onto everything he could. Dwayne’s prolonged hum of contemplation was slowly adding to the man’s rage, so he kept it going as long as he could.

  “Nope.”

  “I own this hotel. I’m Ms. Chin’s backer, and I’m the agent for most of these models.”

  Dwayne knew for a fact that he wasn’t Andrea’s backer, and he had a few doubts about the models, but he didn’t call him on it.

  “But are you a model? Or female? Because without those two things, you don’t have a reason to go in there.”

  “I’m checking on my property.”

  Dwayne leaned more heavily on his arm, bringing his torso further across the threshold.

  “You’re talking about the building, right?” he said with a threat lingering under his cheerful tone.

  Lloyd smirked. “Of course.”

  It took a lot for Dwayne not to break a few teeth. Instead, he smacked his fist against the door in a series of sharp raps.

  “Girls!” he bellowed, gaining the attention of a few people in the hallway. “We’ve got a boss incoming. Cover up what you don’t want seen!”

  A hurried rush of movement fluttered from the other side of the door, and Dwayne turned to him with a wide grin.

  “They’ll be ready in a tick.”

  “I wanted to catch them by surprise.”

  “Oh, I know what you wanted. Helpful hint: don’t be that guy. No one likes the super creepy, sleazy guy.”

  Mads’ voice came over his earpiece, calm and filled with warning.

  “Dwayne, if I have to go over there, I’m not going to be happy.”

  But the insult was already out, and there wasn’t much Dwayne could do about it now. So, he just grinned broadly and held Lloyd’s gaze. The man’s eyes narrowed, and under his bad tan, his face began to redden.

  “I don’t think you realize just how badly I’m going to destroy you.”

  “I’m flattered, really, but I’m kind of seeing someone at the moment, so let’s keep it platonic.”

  He ended the sentence with a wink and almost instantly heard Mads in his ear.

  “I’m not happy.”

  It was hard to keep a straight face, so Dwayne didn’t even try. Lloyd was about to crack when Mads smoothly came up beside them with Willow a cautious half-step behind.

  “Mr. Rossi,” he said with controlled ease, “I thought that was you.”

  Lloyd’s face lit up as he turned around and spotted Mads. He quickly took Mads’ outstretched hand, shaking it with both of his. You’d have to know Mads pretty well to see the absolute revulsion he felt at the contact.

  “Viscount Latvis,” he fawned.

  “Viscount?” Dwayne hurriedly whispered into his radio. He met Willow’s eyes, but she looked just as surprised as him to hear the noble title. “Did he just say Viscount? Like son of a Count? Mads is a blue blood? Why did no one tell me this?”

  “Count Latvis,” Mads corrected swiftly.

  Luckily, both men hadn’t paid any attention to Dwayne’s mental breakdown.

  “Oh, really?” Lloyd laughed. “Could have sworn I heard Fitz calling you Viscount yesterday.”

  Mads placed both hands behind his back, his spine as straight as a wash board and his shoulders square.

  “Sir Fitzwilliam,” he said with emphasis, “was one of my most beloved tutors. Viscount became a term of endearment between us.”

  “Right, of course. Well, congratulations.”

  “I don’t quite understand,” Mads said.

  “On the promotion,” Lloyd said with a laugh.

  Mads somehow managed to stiffen, his face showing a hint of rage even as his features remained placid.

  “The ‘promotion’ was a result of the untimely death of my father.”

  “Oh, yeah. Right,” Lloyd said before he looked around. “I’d love to introduce you to the latest Mr
s. Rossi. She’d get a real kick out of meeting a count.”

  “I would find the introduction agreeable.”

  “I love the way you talk,” he laughed. “So proper. Wait, what do they call that?”

  “Manners?” Mads added a slight tilt of his lips, turning the insult into what could pass as a joke. Lloyd was quick to take it as such and began to look around again. Dwayne took the moment of distraction to slip up next to Willow.

  “Did you know he was a count?” he whispered over the confused questions the boys kept calling down his earpiece.

  She shook her head, her words cut off when Lloyd began to bellow for his wife. Mads closed his eyes and took a sobering breath as Lloyd began to click his fingers and whistle.

  “Is he calling his wife or a dog?” Willow asked.

  Lloyd was quick to turn on her, but Mads grabbed his attention.

  “Perhaps we could go to her.”

  “Oh, it’s no bother. She’ll be here in a tick. She just loves to chat. It takes her a second.”

  He bellowed again and Dwayne was sure he spotted Mads developing a twitch. But soon enough, a towering woman hurried toward them from the crowd. She was gushing long before she was in earshot, and Lloyd was quick to talk over her. The woman’s beautiful features lit up when Lloyd introduced her to Mads.

  “Oh, Mads is going to hate that,” Dwayne whispered in Willow’s ear. “You’re rocking that dress, by the way.”

  “Why would he hate it? And thanks.”

  “He didn’t teach you that? You always introduce higher rank to lower. Anything else is bad manners.”

  Willow kept her voice low. “I don’t think he cares.”

  “Mads? Not caring about manners?”

  “He introduced me to his obviously socially superior friend,” she shrugged.

  Dwayne made sure to look like his attention was fixed on Mads, but he watched her carefully from the corner of his eye.

  “Well, I guess he doesn’t see it that way.”

  Willow glanced at him, her brow furrowing with surprise. But if he wasn’t mistaken, there was definitely a hint of glee, or at least flattery. He really wanted to poke a little more at that point, just to see how far that rabbit hole went, but a scream broke out of the ladies’ changing room and everything else was forgotten.