Savage Company (Company Men Book 3)

by Crystal Perkins

  His eyes go dark, and he literally growls at me. “Are you serious?”

  “I would not joke about getting a good, hard, fuck.”

  “It’s going to be better than good.”

  “Prove it.”

  He sets his bottle on the table, grabs my hand, and pulls me to my feet. He’s holding me so hard it hurts, as he leads me back inside. I mention saying goodbye to everyone, but he just keeps stalking through the lobby, with me practically running to keep up.

  I think he’ll get things started once we’re in the elevator, but he just holds my hand while staring straight ahead. For a second, I even think he might be mad at me. Until he turns, and the smoldering look on his face nearly brings me to my knees.

  “Thank you.”

  “I want this.”

  “It’s still a gift.”

  Holy Hell, this man. He’s going to be the death of me—and I don’t just mean the orgasm he’s about to give me. I mean, real death. I’ve avoided that fate for a long time, but Haring makes me not care about myself, and that’s what is so dangerous about all of this. If I’m distracted, I could get us both killed—and maybe some of the others downstairs, too. Sex. This just has to be sex, even if it isn’t.

  Haring

  I’m taking Natasha to my bed. That’s all I can think about as I practically drag her back to my cave—err, apartment. I’m feeling like some pre-historic guy who’s claiming his woman, and I can’t seem to turn it down, even one notch.

  Well, except for the elevator. I felt Natasha’s fear, and it broke through my crazy for a moment. I’m about to be really crazy, and demanding, but I never want her to be scared of me. Never.

  I pick her up the moment the door closes behind us. I have her under the ass, so it’s all me, and she’s not able to wrap her legs around my body. I need her to know I’m strong enough to carry her. It’s some fucked-up caveman shit, but it’s what I crave right now.

  “It’s going to be hard, and rough, but you tell me to stop if I’m hurting you in any way, okay?”

  “You won’t.”

  “I won’t mean to, but I’m not feeling exactly like myself right now. You’ve brought out a side of me that’s never been set free before.”

  “Do what you need to, Haring. I want it. I promise.”

  I toss her down, once again thankful for the bed Chloe Griffin put in this room. It’s one of the reasons I chose this apartment as mine. Large pieces of wood are spaced a few inches apart at the head of the bed, exposing the slim pieces that form the vertical base. Just enough room for me to attach the restraints I’m partial to.

  I go to the top drawer of my dresser, and pull them out. Natasha’s eyes go wide when I turn back to her with them in my hands. She looks scared again.

  “What’s wrong, Vixen?”

  “I don’t like to be tied up.”

  “Is that a hard no, or are you just going to be a little uncomfortable until I put my mouth on you?”

  Her eyes show a range of emotions while she makes her decision. Her eyes are closed when she speaks. “You can do it.”

  I love that she trusts me, but hate the thought of her not enjoying what we’re going to do as much as I will. After attaching the restraints, I kneel on the bench at the end of the bed, and pull her to me, until her thighs are spread around mine.

  I start at her forehead, pressing kisses from one side to the other. I continue dusting her face with soft kisses, until I reach her mouth. The kiss we share is hot, and sexy, yet still a little sweet. Her jaw gets a full treatment, before I take my lips lower.

  Her neck is a thing of beauty, and I worship it with the attention it deserves. My mouth sucks, my teeth nip, and my tongue soothes. I want to mark her, but I know better; she can’t go into her bar all marked up without drawing attention. I am going to mark her, but lower, where only she and I will see it.

  My hands have been clenched at my sides, but as soon as I’m done playing with her ears, I let them join in on the fun. I feast on her collarbone with my mouth, while my hands push her dress down her shoulders. I use my teeth to pull the straps of her bra down, forcing my eyes closed while I lavish her arms with kisses. She lifts her arms to help me get them out of the sleeves, and I kiss her hands in thanks.

  I finally allow myself to look at her tits, and the sight of them makes me thirst like a dog on a hot day. Damn. Her bra is full coverage, grey, and made for functionality, and not fucking, but damn. There’s no hiding the size of her tits, and when I cup my hands around them, their weight is perfect, too.

  “Beautiful, fuckable, and inspiring,” I tell her as I pull the cups down.

  These beauties are mine, and I make sure Natasha knows it. I leave bite marks all over them both as I devour her. Her back is arched, and she moans as I have my fill.

  “Haring…yes,” she tells me as I suck one nipple deep into my mouth.

  I could stay here all day, making sure every inch of her tits is covered in red, but I want to go lower, and then I want to fuck. My dick is so hard it hurts, and it’s also leaking. I could come without being inside her, because just having my hands and mouth on her is so fucking erotic, but I’m forcing myself to hold back.

  I lick her ribs from side to side, and rub my lips over her stomach, pushing the fabric of her dress lower as I go. When there’s nowhere left to go, I pull it up, and over her head, leaving her bra as is, because it looks so sexy pulled down.

  Her panties are also about more function than fashion, telling me she didn’t think she was going to be in my bed tonight. I don’t know what changed her mind, but I’m definitely not complaining. Especially because she’s not acting embarrassed about what she’s wearing. It’s hot as fuck to have a woman own her lingerie, along with her body.

  Sliding her panties down, I unveil her pussy, and it’s as pretty as I knew it would be. She’s not bare, but her red curls are neatly trimmed. I can’t help but draw a finger through her lips, before lifting her legs in front of me to slide the satin off. I take one shoe off at a time, showing her feet some love, and working my way down each leg, and back to her thighs.

  Spreading her wide open once again, I nibble on her thighs as she squirms, and starts to beg. “Please.”

  “Soon,” I promise her, biting her left hip, and then, her right.

  I slide her a little further up the bed, so I don’t have to bend to reach the place my mouth is watering for. I meet her eyes for a moment, smiling at her, and then there’s no turning back for either of us. Not that I ever imagined there would be.

  5

  Natasha

  Haring’s head drops between my thighs, and I know what Heaven is. He is one talented man, and I force myself not to think about all the practice he’s had, and let the feel of his mouth on me take over. His tongue slides up and down, from my clit to my opening, letting his teeth play a little too. And don’t even get me started on how good that beard of his feels as it rubs over my skin. I am so wet and ready, after having his mouth all over my body, and it’s not going to take much work to get me to release.

  Just looking at my breasts, covered in bite marks, takes me to the edge of orgasm. I’ve never let a man mark me up, but I let Haring do it without question. I’m about to let him tie me up, and that’s not something I ever thought I’d willingly do, either. This man is making me re-think so many things, and it’s a dangerous line I’m walking down the middle of.

  “Where’d you go, Vixen?” Haring asks, looking up me with concern.

  His mouth is covered in me, and he’s still fully clothed, making this the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my life. “Sorry. Just got lost in my thoughts for a moment.”

  “Don’t apologize. I can stop if you don’t like it.”

  “I love it. Please don’t stop.”

  “You’re sure?”

  I lean forward and pull his mouth to mine for a quick kiss. “Yes.”

  He kisses his way back down, and I don’t think of anything except what he’s doing to my body.
It doesn’t take him long to bring me back to the edge, and right over it. I’m surprised my back didn’t break with how hard it was bowed as I came. I didn’t see stars, because everything went blinding white, and everything’s still a little blurry when I finally open my eyes again.

  “There you are,” Haring says, wiping his hand over his mouth.

  “You’re very good at that.”

  “I know,” he says, returning to the cocky ass I met the first night in the bar.

  “You sure know how ruin a moment,” I tell him, moving to get out of bed.

  He scrambles onto the bed, and pulls me to him. “Where do you think you’re going?”

  “Somewhere I’m appreciated.”

  “You think I don’t appreciate you? That I’m not so fucking thankful you’re choosing to be here with me?”

  I shrug, because I’m still naked, and he’s still clothed. It was sexy when he had his mouth on me, but now, it makes me embarrassed. “I’m at a little disadvantage here.”

  “What? Oh, damn. I didn’t think about that.”

  Haring pulls us both to our feet, and has his shirt over his head in seconds. Wow. His chest is a playground, full of ridges, bulging muscles, and just the right amount of hair. I want to suck on his nipples, and bite his abs, but then his shorts are gone. I was so distracted by his muscles that I don’t know where they went. Honestly, I don’t fucking care, as I continue to take him in.

  I get a few seconds to see how his boxer briefs hug his body, before they are whisked away as well. And that’s when my mouth doesn’t know what to do. It’s dry for a few seconds, and then it’s watering—wanting the beautiful cock in front of me inside of it. My pussy wants it too, and I’m not sure who’s going to win this battle.

  “I want it,” I blurt out, covering my mouth immediately after. I’m not shy about sex, or wanting it, but I’m usually less blunt.

  “It’s all yours,” Haring says, stroking himself, as liquid leaks from the tip.

  I lean forward, and catch the drops on my tongue, moaning in ecstasy. I think my mouth might win, but then he’s on me. I’m lifted to the top of the bed, and my hands are shackled, before I can even protest. Not that I would, because I told him he could do it. I don’t want it, but I agreed to it.

  I can do this. I can. Haring wants it this way, and I want to give it—me—to him the way he wants me. He’s not going to hurt me. If I keep telling myself all these things over, and over again, maybe I’ll be okay. Maybe.

  “What’s wrong?”

  “Nothing.”

  “I’m not going to hurt you.”

  “I know. I believed you when you promised.”

  “I almost came when I was worshipping your body, and I’m feeling a little wild, but I can go slow if you need that.”

  “I don’t. Fuck me hard, and rough.” The quicker it’s over, the quicker he’ll release me.

  “Soft later.”

  “Maybe.”

  “Oh, we’re not stopping at once, Vixen. Once will never be enough with you.”

  I can’t help but smile. “I meant maybe we’d be soft later. You’re not getting rid of me after one time, Mr. Kingston.”

  Haring

  She looks like a wet dream come true, all spread out on my bed, with her hands bound. She seemed a little nervous when I took out the restraints, but now she’s looking at me like I’m the answer to her prayers. I’ve never had anyone look at me like this, and it’s making that caveman rise back to the surface. This woman is mine, and I’m going to ruin her for every other man on this planet.

  She told me I could take her hard, and I do. After covering my cock, I kneel on either side of her, lift her legs to wrap around me, and thrust deep inside of her. So damn deep. Oh God, I don’t want to leave. Ever. I want to stay buried inside of Natasha for the rest of my life.

  “Is something wrong?” she asks, because I haven’t moved.

  “No. You feel so fucking good, cocooning my cock like your pussy was made for me. I want to last, but if I move, I’m going to be coming.”

  “Move, Haring.”

  I look her in the eye, and I see what I’m feeling reflected in her eyes. I don’t stop looking at her as I take her rough, and hard. I come fast, like I told her I would, and she thrust her hips up, helping me keep the aftershocks coming.

  We’re both panting hard as I free her hands, and we hold onto each other for a few minutes. I have to get up, and take care of the condom, but I make my way back to her as soon as possible, because I feel somewhat lost without her in my arms.

  “Are you okay?” I ask, as I curl myself around her, kissing her wrists.

  “My wrists don’t hurt.”

  “That’s a pretty specific answer. Do you hurt somewhere else? Did I hurt you?”

  I’m a little panicked now, because the thought of hurting her about kills me. I can’t hurt her. I just can’t.

  “No, I liked it.”

  Liked, not loved. “You didn’t come.”

  “I didn’t, no. But you made me come with your mouth, so don’t think you left me wanting.”

  She doesn’t want me? It wasn’t good? My battered ego is trying to wrap my head around these thoughts, and figure out a way to do better. Shit. How the fuck do I do better? I’ve never had complaints about my fucking before. Not once.

  Natasha is kissing me, before I even realize she’s moved. Her mouth is moving over mine, sliding softly. I’m still not sure what’s going on, so I don’t kiss her back. Not when her tongue licks at the seam of my lips, or when her teeth nip. I stay still as a statue, until she pulls back, and I see the hurt in her eyes.

  “I should get dressed.”

  “No, stay,” I implore her, cupping her face in my hands. “Please stay.”

  “You say the words, but you’re not acting like you want me to stay.”

  “My ego’s feeling a little bruised, and it’s making me behave like an ass, but I want you here.”

  “What? Is it because I didn’t come? I’ll never come when I’m restrained, but that’s on me, not you.”

  “Something happened to you.” I don’t ask, because I can see it in her eyes.

  “Yes.”

  “What happened to you? Who do I need to kill?”

  “I’m not ready to talk about it yet, but you’re not going to kill anyone. Just be with me. I promise you make it better.”

  “I wouldn’t have done that if you’d said no. I just thought you were nervous.”

  “I let you do it, because I know you wanted it. You can do it whenever you want, as long as you ask me first.”

  “I’ll always ask.”

  “Then we’re good. Now, kiss me, please.”

  I do as she asks, taking her mouth the way I took her body, hard and rough. I’m devouring her like my life depends on it, and she’s right there with me. Her hands are pulling my hair, and she’s rubbing over my cock, which is coming back to life against her. Round two is going to start soon, and I can’t fucking wait.

  No restraints this time, and I’m looking forward to Natasha losing her mental restraints as well. I want her wild, like she was with my mouth on her. As I roll another condom on, and she climbs onto me, I know this time is going to be even better than the first. I also know it’s not going to be the last.

  I don’t know what I did to deserve this woman, but I’m going to hold onto her for as long as she lets me. Forever doesn’t seem too long right now, and if that’s not enough to scare me, nothing will. Nothing, and no one. Not even them.

  6

  Natasha

  I wake up, sore and satisfied. Haring is wrapped around me, his bearded chin resting on my breast. I look down at him, and as I replay all the different ways he took me last night, I know what I want to do right now. What I want him to do.

  Sliding down his body, I let my mouth and tongue play over his muscles, and chest hair. He moves onto his back, and runs one hand lazily through my hair as I continue my descent.

  “Blow j
obs in the morning are much appreciated, Vixen.”

  “Sorry to disappoint, but I was hoping you’d fuck my tits right now.”

  “Damn, you are perfect. Completely, and totally perfect,” he says, as he easily flips us, so I’m under him. I don’t understand what he’s doing, until he takes one lick across my pussy. “I’m going to eat you while I fuck you. Hold your tits for me.”

  I do as he asks, pressing his cock tight between the breasts he debauched yesterday. I’m lost in the sensation of him licking and sucking on me as he fucks me in a new way, but I manage to rouse myself enough from my bliss to help him along. I lick and suck his balls as he moves above me, causing him to moan, and bite me.

  “You’re coming first, dammit,” he promises, but he’s already moving erratically through my tits, telling me he’s close.

  I force all my thoughts to center on his mouth, and the fingers he’s pumping in and out of me. My own mouth and hands are on auto-pilot as the sensations overwhelm me, and my orgasm rips through me. As soon as he feels me clamping around his fingers, he lets go, his cum covering my stomach as he yells my name against my clit.

  I’m still dealing with the aftershocks of my own orgasm, and the feel of his mouth against me, calling for me, sends me over a second time. “Haring.” It’s all I can say, or think, as we both stop moving.

  When he rolls off me, I reach down with hands still shaking from exertion, and ecstasy. Running my fingers through what he’s left on me, and sucking them clean. Over, and over, as he looks at me with eyes that are lazy, and aroused.

  “I need to clean you up.”

  “I’m cleaning myself up.”

  “You’re driving me crazy right now, Natasha.”

  I stop, with just the tips of my fingers in my mouth. He’s rarely called me by my name since this all started, and I don’t like it. I want to be his “Vixen”. Not Natasha, Nat, or Tasha, as others have called me, because I’m his and his alone now.

  “Don’t call me that.”