Mr. Beast

by Nicole Elliot

  “Because he won’t take no for an answer, that’s why! You think he’s going to let me go back to my room alone when you’re each taking one or two back with you? You’re disgusting, sometimes.”

  “Whoa. Hold on there.” Olivia held her hand up. “Don’t be annoyed at us because we like having fun. It’s not our fault you’re a stuck-up bitch!”

  I stared at them, stunned. They had certainly had shown their true colors, and I hated what I saw. I felt like I’d been wrong about them actually being decent-hearted people.

  I sighed, almost feeling sorry for them as I left the bathroom. I was going to tell Jordan in no uncertain terms where he could shove it, and then I was leaving.

  Cruz

  My hand froze, my whiskey glass halfway to my mouth. A few minutes ago, I’d seen the leader of the douches scoot in next to Alexandra, leering at her. Seeing how disgusted she looked, I had tried to shrug off my jealousy, only to find my heart beating faster and my hands clenching.

  I tried to calm down, fearing I would crack the whiskey glass. I took a measured gulp, my hands shaking. And then I drained the whole glass.

  “Would you like another, sir?” the barman said, appearing at my side. I looked at him, my eyes burning with poorly controlled anger, a visage of rage combined years of suppressed emotion rising to the surface.

  He stepped back with fear in his eyes, fleeing straight for the other end of the bar.

  I looked back at the group, my tunnel vision setting in. I froze for a while, waiting for an excuse to approach the men.

  A long minute later, the other girls rose, with Alexandra rushing off to the bathroom looking pissed. Lucy and Olivia hurried after her, looking equally annoyed, but I could tell their frustration was at Alexandra, not the guys.

  I looked back at the guys. The leader had a bottle of champagne in his hands, laughing. He then began rummaging around in his right pocket for something. Looking around, the others leaned over in a poor attempt to obscure what he was doing. But I still saw him.

  He’d put something into Alexandra’s glass before filling it up with champagne that fizzed a little too vigorously.

  I was on my feet in an instant, striding across the restaurant toward their table, reaching it in mere seconds. My cold stare was fixed solely on the leader with his stupid V-neck t-shirt.

  He looked up at me and grinned. “We’re okay. Thanks, waiter. Just got some champagne, see?” He gave a patronizing smile and waved the half-full bottle at me. “You can go away now.”

  I leaned over the table, smashing the bottle out of his grip with one strong backhanded slap of my left hand. The bottle flew at his friend, breaking on his chest. Sharp glass shattered everywhere, and the guys shouted.

  I swung on my hips, sending a vicious right backhanded punch that connected with the side of his face without even taking my eyes from the ringleader who’d spiked Alexandra’s drink.

  The guy I’d hit flew backwards through the air, landing at Alexandra’s feet. She stood there, shocked. But I couldn’t concern myself with that right now.

  “As for you, you piece of fucking shit!” I said, leaning across the table to the ringleader. “You’re dead!”

  I grabbed him by the neck, my muscles bulging as I dragged him across the table.

  I punched him savagely in the gut, knocking all the air out of him.

  Alexandra was next to me all of a sudden, her hand on my arm.

  “Cruz,” she said, softly. I looked down at her as she held onto my arm, which I’d drawn back for another brutal punch. But as soon as I saw her face, my rage lifted.

  Realizing I was still holding the guy by his neck, I dropped him to the floor, where he began coughing and sputtering, gasping for breath.

  Olivia and Lucy had just then arrived on the premises. “What the fuck are you doing?” Olivia screamed. When she turned her gaze from the guy on the floor, to me, her eyes widened. “Oh…my…God. Did you kill him?

  The two bouncers approached, although they stopped a distance away, neither wanting to come near me.

  “These pieces of shit,” I said, my voice calmer, “needed to be taught a lesson.” I pointed to the guy on the floor in front of me. “Look in his right pocket.”

  His friend behind me suddenly become brave, now that the bouncers were here. “You can’t search him, mate! You ain’t the police!”

  I turned to face him, poking a hard finger in his chest. “Sit. The. Fuck. Down.” I said, accentuating each word with a hard poke to the chest. His face drained of color and he flinched away from my touch.

  I turned back toward the bouncers. “Please,” I said, gesturing to the V-neck wearing punk again. “I swear, it was him. Trust me.”

  The big bouncer hesitated for a moment, but then bent down and began rummaging around in the guy’s pocket, struggling with his massive hands. He froze, frowning. Then he removed a small bag of white powder.

  He looked up at me, eyebrows raised. I turned around to grab Alexandra’s glass, and showed it to him close up. A trace of sediment was still visible at the bottom of the champagne flute, slowly dissolving.

  The bouncer looked down to the guy again. “You fucking scum,” he said, in a deep voice heavily accented in French.

  Not before long, the guy was escorted, or rather carried, out towards the back entrance of the restaurant by the bouncer, disappearing out of sight. I suspected his punishment was not yet over.

  I turned to face his friends. “I suggest you all fuck off. Before I get angry again. Nobody wants to see that.”

  The other bouncer, roughly the same size as me, punched his fist into his hand and the remaining guys left swiftly, gathering their semi-conscious friend that I’d hit earlier.

  I looked at the bouncer and he looked at me for a long moment before subtly nodding and leaving to follow the guys to the front entrance, making sure they left.

  “I can’t believe you did that,” Lucy said, glaring at me. “You’re a psycho.”

  I grit my teeth and kept my mouth closed.

  “We’re leaving. You coming, Alexandra?” Olivia said, her expression and tone indicating that she shared the same sentiments as Lucy.

  It wasn’t until then that I noticed Alexandra was still holding onto my arm. Her grip was tight, and when I looked down at her, her gaze was hard. Yet, it wasn’t directed at me.

  “Just go. I’ve had enough of you two,” she said, waving towards the front entrance.

  My heart sped. She was taking my side? She wasn’t afraid of me?

  The sneers on Olivia’s and Lucy’s faces deepened.

  “You’re choosing him over us?” Olivia said, shaking her head and turning her nose up at me. “You’re just desperate.”

  “Fuck both of them. Let’s go,” Lucy said.

  And with angry huffs, they two of them locked arms and headed for the door.

  Alexandra sighed and leaned against my muscled shoulder. I felt her warmth seeping through my suit and suddenly felt aroused.

  She knew I was just trying to do my job, to keep her safe.

  “Let’s get out of here,” I said, putting my arm around her waist and pulling her in towards me.

  To my surprise, she grabbed my ass through the pants of my suit.

  All I could do was laugh, so many emotions running through me I could hardly make sense of them.

  Chapter Eleven

  Alexandra

  I reluctantly let go of my grip on Cruz’s strong arm as our car was brought to the front of the restaurant. He gently pushed the valet aside as he approached us after taking the keys from him. He opened the passenger door for me, his eyes not moving from my face for an instant.

  I stepped towards the car and paused, looking up at his face. He had done what no other man had done for me before, protecting me without a moment’s hesitation. I felt safe whenever Cruz was near. And not only did I appreciate him, but I felt incredibly aroused by him. I could feel the heat burning through onto my inner thighs from my already wet pan
ties.

  I wanted him badly.

  To prove it, I leaned over to him and kissed him deeply on his lips before ducking to get into the car. I could tell that the gesture caught him completely off guard. But the good thing was that he didn’t object in the slightest.

  A few men near the restaurant entrance stared with jealousy, but a simple look their way from Cruz as he closed my door ensured they looked elsewhere. Evidently, they’d seen his display in the restaurant.

  Cruz swiftly got into the driver’s seat. He started the ignition and the powerful Mercedes engine kicked into life. The tires squealed as he put the car into drive and headed off from the restaurant.

  I put my hand on his thigh as he drove towards our hotel, and he settled his massive hand over mine.

  “Thank you,” I said, my voice husky with arousal.

  “You don’t have to thank me. I just wanted to keep you safe.” He paused, taking a deep to look into my eyes.

  “I want to thank you,” I said. “Once we get back to the hotel, I want to thank you properly.” My hand slid over his thigh, grabbing his already hard cock and squeezing it. I moved my hand up and down his shaft through his pants, increasing in speed as we neared the hotel.

  He moaned gently. “Careful, Lex. I gotta drive.”

  Sighing, I removed my hand.

  Cruz cleared his throat. “I didn’t say move your hand. Keep it right there. Just…be gentle.”

  A smile crept onto my lips, and I found myself turned on even more when he told me what to do. I was pretty sure I was so wet I’d soaked through my panties and onto my dress.

  “Whatever you say,” I whispered into his ear.

  He groaned again.

  The five-minute drive seemed agonizingly long, the anticipation of finally getting Cruz inside me seeming to distort time.

  Eventually we arrived back at the hotel. Cruz parked the car haphazardly and was out of the door in an instant. I saw him throw the car keys at an approaching valet.

  All of a sudden, my door was wrenched open and big, rough hands grabbed me around the waist, pulling me from the car. I ground my hips against his, my sense of shame forgotten as we stood there in front of the hotel.

  I stared deeply into his blue eyes for a second, the world around me forgotten for a wonderful moment.

  A mischievous glint lit up in his eyes. He smiled at me, and for the first time, his smile didn’t look menacing. Instead, he looked more handsome.

  Suddenly, he picked me up and put me on his shoulders before walking towards the front door of the hotel.

  I squealed in delight.

  Cruz

  I effortlessly picked Alexandra up and put her onto my shoulder, carrying her into the hotel in a fireman’s carry. It was the only way I thought I could get her into the hotel without us fucking in the street or in the lobby.

  I wanted to at least get to the elevator…

  Incredulous eyes were on me as I carried Alexandra through the door and towards the elevator, her squeals attracting attention and a few raised eyebrows. But I didn’t give a fuck. In fact, I was enjoying myself.

  Plus, Alexandra’s commotion thankfully drew everyone’s attention away from the massive erection clearly visible through my suit pants.

  There was an awkward exchange with the bellboy at the elevator, who didn’t know where to look.

  “Top floor,” I said, hoping the elevator would hurry the fuck up.

  Luckily, it did.

  The bellboy sensibly decided not to follow us in. Neither did the other guests who’d arrived behind me.

  The doors slid closed behind us, and I pressed the button for the top floor.

  I was still holding Alexandra over my shoulder. She had started squirming. “You can put me down now,” she whispered in my ear.

  “Whatever you say, miss.” I grabbed her under her arms and lowered her onto my chest, holding her so that her face was in front of mine. She draped her arms over my shoulders and wrapped her legs around my hips. I grabbed her thighs and pulled her close to me. Her dress had lifted, and I felt the warmth from her seeping through onto my cock.

  I kissed her gently on the lips, and she kissed me back passionately. Her tongue entered my mouth, caressing mine slowly. Her mouth tasted sweet as I returned the kiss, passion increasing as she grabbed the back of my neck, caressing me with her hand. I ground her onto me, slowly and rhythmically.

  The smell of her was wonderful, a mixture of fresh sweat and the hormones that came with it, mixed with a musky perfume. I could barely control the strong desire I had to rip her clothes off.

  I heard the elevator ping behind me.

  Our lips still locked, I carried her through the corridor and into her suite.

  She took her face away from mine and stared at me, her big eyes locked onto mine. Her cheeks were flushed as she spoke.

  “You’re so strong,” she said, her voice deep with lust. “I want you to fuck me, Cruz. Now.”

  I carried her over to a large ornate desk, and swept it clean with one strong brush of my arm. A few items clattered to the floor. Something smashed, but I didn’t give a fuck.

  I placed her down on her butt onto the desk and opened her legs with my strong hands. She groaned with pleasure.

  I lifted her dress up over her hips, revealing her soaking wet, skimpy panties beneath. I could see the shape of her pussy, swollen with arousal.

  I lifted the dress farther, pausing to grab her breasts through the dress. Even my big hands couldn’t encompass them completely. I squeezed them together, feeling her hard nipples on my palm as she groaned a second time.

  She tugged at the dress herself, pulling it over her head. I watched as her plump breasts bounced slightly after being released by the confines of her clothing. They were by far the nicest breasts I’d seen, full and round. Pert, with big nipples hard with desire.

  I grabbed them a second time, the feel of the soft flesh under my tough hands driving me into a sexual trance. Nothing else mattered.

  I slid my hands down her sides and hips, pausing to grab her ass, pushing her legs back as I pushed my cock into her again, teasing. She pushed back, and we ground against each other, rhythm increasing in pace, and we locked eyes.

  She was so beautiful. All I wanted to do was make her happy, the only way I knew how.

  I grabbed the top of her panties and pulled them slowly down her legs, my eyes still on hers. I peeled them down past her knees and stepped back to pull them off completely, flinging them over my shoulder.

  She was completely naked, her legs open, sitting on the desk, staring at me. My gaze wandered down her body to her pussy. It was swollen and glistening with arousal. She ran her hand down her stomach, pushing two fingers into herself. Her eyes half closed, she moaned my name.

  I threw my suit off as quickly as I could, tearing the already ripped shirt off. Buttons and fabric ripped as I threw the clothes to the floor and stepped forward, unbuckling my belt, hands shaking with anticipation.

  “Let me,” Alexandra whispered, jumping off the desk and pushing my hands away. She got down onto her knees and looked up at me as she unfastened the belt. Then the zipper, and the button of my pants. I gasped with pleasure as she yanked them down in one deft movement.

  My dick sprung up as it was released by my boxer shorts, inches from her face. She was still looking up at me.

  “You’re a big boy,” she said, leaning forward. “Luckily for you, I’ve got wide hips. And a big mouth.”

  I groaned as she took me in her mouth, gently rocking forward and backwards, her tongue circling the end of my cock. Closing my eyes, put my hands gently on to the back of her head and got lost in the sensation.

  “Fuck, Alexandra. You’re beautiful,” I murmured, looking down at her. I gently pulled myself out of her mouth and I lifted her up into my arms.

  Alexandra

  Cruz lifted me up again, his strength never ceasing to amaze. I caressed his chiseled chest, my fingers tracing the route of a faded
scar that ran from his collar bone to his abs.

  He placed me back on the desk, and I felt one of his large hands at my thigh, the other grabbing one of my breasts.

  I moaned as he pushed two of his large and rough fingers into my pussy. Strong waves of pleasure flowed into my core as he increased the pace of his rhythmic pushing, his hand at my breast matching the rhythm with strong squeezes.

  He was standing in front of me, completely naked, and he was even hotter than I’d imagined in my fantasies. Ripped arms, biceps bulging. Big defined shoulders, chiseled abs. Large, strong legs. Big, hard cock inches from my pussy. I longed for him to fuck me.

  He obliged.

  His hands went to either of my legs as he pushed them apart and I felt myself open to him as he did so.

  He stepped forward, slowly pushing his cock into me. He entered me gently at first, teasing. I felt myself stretch, my tight pussy struggling to accommodate him. There a slight twinge of pain, mixed with the pleasure of a week-long fantasy come to life. I was turned on even more, and the pain faded. He pushed himself into me deeply, grunting with animalistic pleasure, leaning over to bite my neck gently, his hands grabbing my ass.

  I’d never felt pleasure like this before. I felt his cock filling me, and my knees shuddered. He made no move, kissing my neck and keeping his hips pushed into mine.

  I grabbed his shoulders, caressing his large muscles, squeezing them.

  “Cruz,” I moaned. He groaned in pleasure again at the sound of me saying his name. “Fuck me, Cruz. I want you to fuck me, hard. I’m so wet.” My voice came out as a strained whisper. I was so horny that it was a struggle to speak.

  I looked up at him, and he leaned in to kiss me deeply as he slid his cock back out slowly, almost all the way. Then all of a sudden, he deeply pushed back into me. Waves of intense pleasure built inside of me as he started fucking me deeply, his rhythm slowly increasing in pace. He grunted with lust each time his cock pushed deep inside, filling and completing me.

  The deep feeling of ecstasy in my belly increased as he fucked me harder and faster, his hips slapping against my thighs and ass. I scratched his back with my fingernails, leaning my body against his. My breasts pushed against his chest, erect nipples pushing against his muscled frame.