Mr. Beast

by Nicole Elliot

  It was almost too good. The pleasure was unbearable, a feeling of tension starting to build in my pussy, rising up into my core in an unstoppable wave.

  I felt my face contort as I leaned into Cruz, pushing his cock deeper into me. He thrusted hard and fast now, his moans loud in my ear. I convulsed with pleasure, the waves of sensation radiating from him becoming almost painful in their intensity. I screamed as I orgasmed, pussy quivering, clenching his cock with each wave of tension.

  “Oh. Oh fuck!” I managed to moan as the orgasm built to a crescendo. I’d never cum like this before. He was amazing.

  Cruz slowed as my orgasm faded. He looked down at me, his blue eyes wide with pleasure, jaw clenched.

  “Your turn,” I said. I wanted to see him orgasm now. The thought brought back a tingle in my pussy. He was still inside me, slowed down to a steady push.

  “I’m gonna fuck you real hard, Alexandra.” My whole body tingled as he said my name.

  He turned into an animal in an instant, fucking me harder and faster, everything else forgotten other than his intense need.

  I locked eyes with him as he began to increase in pace, fucking me roughly, his strong hands grabbing my breasts.

  “Cum inside me,” I moaned, looking up at his face. “I want you to cum inside me, Cruz.”

  My words made him thrust harder, faster. If it wasn’t so good, it would have been painful.

  I felt another wave of pleasure and tension building as he reached climax, slowing as he came inside me. I felt his cock bunch and twitch inside me as he came.

  “Oh, fuck… Alexandra…” he moaned, his voice deep and strong. I leaned forward as his orgasm passed, grabbing his arms. He slowed to a stop.

  I felt his knees weaken as he shuddered with pleasure. He moaned low, softly with a hint of a growl.

  “That…. That was amazing,” he gasped. “You’re amazing.”

  Cruz

  “Sorry it didn’t last too long. It’s been a while,” I said after the last tingles of pleasure had faded.

  The sex had been so good that I’d almost collapsed at the knees and had to hold on to the edge of the desk for support.

  I looked down at my cock, which was still inside her. Both of us and the desk were soaking wet. I’d never made a girl orgasm like that before. I felt proud. I felt like a man.

  She giggled, easing the awkwardness as the sexual tension faded.

  “That was the best sex I’ve ever had. Don’t apologize to me, Cruz.” She looked down at herself. I didn’t want to pull my cock out of her, for fear of our juices flowing out onto the carpet. “What a mess. Carry me to the bathroom?”

  I laughed, over a decade of self-loathing and sexual frustration forgotten as I stood there in front of her, naked. “Sure thing, Lex. Give me a second.”

  After taking a few deep breaths, I carried her to the bathroom with her smiling at me along the way.

  We both stepped into the large shower, kissing each other gently as we washed the sex off of each other.

  Alexandra

  After we’d showered we both went out to the balcony. Cruz poured me some champagne and made himself a whiskey.

  He was a different man. I barely recognized him with his ice-cold facade lifted. I understood then that his hard-man demeanor had been protective. A way of pushing people away for fear of being hurt, misunderstood, and unaccepted. He had been deeply troubled in the past. But now, finally, that mask had lifted.

  I still sighed with pleasure from time-to-time as we sat, cuddling. Talking, laughing, and joking, we watched the sun set over the cityscape around us. Comfortable silences stretched between our small talk.

  I felt a warmth in my chest, a deep, complex feeling. And I knew right then that I was falling for Cruz. Or I had possibly fallen for him already.

  Rather than feeling scared, however, I felt the safest I’d ever been in my whole life. Nothing could touch me now.

  I squeezed Cruz’s thigh through his bathrobe, which was comically too small for him. I heard a rip as he lifted his whiskey glass to his mouth, and we both burst out laughing.

  “So,” I said after another long silence, “I’m bored of Paris, I think.”

  The sun was almost out of sight, fast fading behind the skyline.

  Cruz looked down at me. “Flights to Prague are tomorrow. Or you want to go someplace else?”

  “Prague will be nice.” I poked him in the rib, which hurt my finger more than it hurt him, I suspected. “It’s supposed to be very romantic.”

  Cruz almost choked on his whiskey. “Right, I’ve had enough out of you. Time to shut you up again for a while.”

  He led me back to the bedroom by the hand, pushing me to sit on the bed in front of him. “Take your robe off,” he commanded. I complied, slowly untying the bathrobe and letting it fall down my body, slowly revealing my naked breasts, and then my pussy. I opened my legs.

  He got down onto his knees, looking at me as he started kissing my inner thigh, the pleasure of his tongue and lips mixed with the sharpness of his stubble.

  “If you want me to be quiet.” I said, voice quivering, “you’re going the wrong way about it.”

  I gasped as his tongue entered me.

  Chapter Twelve

  Cruz

  I awoke to find Alexandra’s head resting on my chest, relieved to find out that the previous night hadn’t all been just a dream.

  The night before had been the best of my life. A quick, hard fuck followed by companionship, followed by long, slow and sensual sex. The memory of Alexandra riding me, her breasts bouncing in my face, and the feel of her warm, wet skin on mine made me aroused all over again.

  Shit. Ain’t got time for that now. There’ll be plenty of time in Prague though, I thought.

  I struggled to control my rising erection, and swiftly rose out of bed to get a cold shower.

  I looked down at my watch. 11:00? Shit. How the fuck did I sleep in that long?

  It seemed I had worn myself out last night, but it had definitely been worth it.

  I froze as I got to the living room on my way to make coffee, after my shower had calmed my arousal somewhat. I looked towards the front entrance. The fucking door was open.

  What the fuck. Did we leave it open all night? I wondered. I somehow found that unlikely though.

  I panicked, a sick feeling forming in the pit of my stomach. I ran to grab my revolver from my suit and then searched room-to-room, armed with nothing but my boxers and a fully loaded .357.

  But I found nothing.

  I went back to check on Alexandra. She was still sound asleep.

  Deep disappointment came over me. What had I done? I couldn’t keep the girl safe if my defenses were down. And if her dad found out, I was screwed.

  At that moment, I decided that no one needed to know. And the longer I stared at the door, the more I became sure that in the heat of passion, I’d forgotten to close it behind us.

  Regardless, I needed to get a grip. I was losing my sharpness and was falling deeply in love with Alexandra.

  I went to make some coffee, trying to clear my head of the confused thoughts flowing through it. I didn’t do emotions. They confused the hell out of me.

  After filling two mugs, I went back to Alexandra’s bedroom. She was stirring, rubbing her face as she rose from under the cover, unbothered by her nakedness

  “Hey handsome.” Her breasts hung down, swinging deliciously as she leaned forward to take a mug from me.

  “Time to get ready. We got a plane to catch,” I said, a little too gruffly. I was immediately annoyed for letting my anger show.

  “Okay grumpy. Give me half an hour,” she said with a frown before blowing on the hot coffee.

  I stood in front of her for a second, inner turmoil threatening to overwhelm me. I thought back to the previous night, my mind calculating and cold, pushing Alexandra out of conscious thought.

  A deep breath cleared my mind further. I visualized the dark saloon I’d seen as we�
�d left the hotel and the obscured figures sitting within.

  Had there been three of them in the car? Was I even fucking sure there had been anyone in it at all?

  My mind ran over the rest of the evening, focusing on details. I couldn’t recall anything else that seemed important. My memory was filled with the emotion that had risen within me, and the rage. I remembered how Alexandra had soothed the rage effortlessly, turning it into desire.

  I was useless. She had disarmed me.

  Vowing to myself I wouldn’t let my guard down again, I turned away from her. I couldn’t meet her gaze without a pang of guilt rising in my gut.

  “Okay, Lex. I’ll be getting my stuff together.” I then left the room, barely feeling the burn of the coffee as I drained half the cup in one gulp.

  Alexandra

  What was that all about?

  I’d woken as Cruz left the bed, rolling into the huge dent his body had left in the mattress. My body was still aching in both pleasure and pain from the night before. It had been wonderful.

  But as soon as he’d returned with a mug of coffee, I’d noticed that his cold facade was back. He looked troubled and conflicted, making me want nothing more than for him to talk to me. He had to know by now that he didn’t have to keep everything bottled up in that scarred, handsome face of his.

  My mind flashed back to the view of his face between my legs. I groaned audibly at the memory of pleasure I’d felt as his tongue had teased me.

  After finishing my coffee, I rose from the bed. I felt a slight chill on my naked body, and felt my nipples harden as I headed for the shower.

  I was ready about twenty-five minutes later, having applied a little makeup and dressed casually.

  Time to see where my bodyguard-turned-lover has disappeared to, I thought, hoping he hadn’t jumped off the balcony.

  I found him sitting in the living room, staring at the large ornate desk with a blank expression on his face.

  “Guess they’ll charge us.” He gestured at the cracked vase, broken telephone, and other various items on the floor next to the desk. He grunted. “It’ll be worth it, though.”

  I smiled and put my hand on his shoulder. “Don’t worry. With the amount we paid for these rooms, all I’ve got to do is kick up a stink and they’ll be offering us a discount.”

  I caressed his muscled shoulders through his black t-shirt. He sighed, but then froze suddenly.

  I looked down at him. He was staring at the ornate, expensive-looking phone that had been knocked off of the desk during the heat of our passion. Abruptly, he lifted his finger to his lips and rose to stride over to the phone, gingerly lifting the wreckage of the receiver in one huge hand.

  My eyes widened as I saw a small, circular black object that had been crudely taped to the inside of the mouthpiece. Two wires led from it to a small device that had a watch battery attached.

  Unfazed, Cruz winked at me, causing my fear to dissipate.

  “Guess this phone is busted, right?” He looked at me, blue eyes sparkling. “Shoulda been more careful.”

  He spoke in a measured and steady tone, and I played along. “Looks like you broke it, you heavy handed oaf. There’s a trash can in the kitchen. We’ll tell housekeeping when we check out.”

  He nodded and rose to head towards the kitchen, where I heard him stamping on something. Then he reappeared in the kitchen entrance.

  “Well played. Probably broke when it hit the floor, but you never know.” He looked so calm and nonchalant, I wondered what was going through his mind.

  “You spoke to your dad before we left for dinner, right? Did you tell him anything important? Think, Lex,” he said, staring at me intently.

  “I don’t know. I mean, yes…I called my dad when my cell was charging. The guy on the desk said we got free international calls.” I glanced worriedly at Cruz, noting his frown of consternation. “We talked about Prague,” I continued, “and that the girls might be coming home early. I didn’t give away any… oh, shit. We did talk about the flight. And where we were going. Shit.”

  I looked at him again, worried. I had given my dad all the details of our impending trip to Prague over the phone. “I mean, it doesn’t matter, right?” I said, my voice raising to a panicked pitch.

  “Fuck,” Cruz said.” They needed details. They didn’t know your next destination.” He walked towards me. His face was cold, calm. Professional. A strong, reassuring hand settled on my lower back. “Sit down. Tell me what you told your dad.”

  Cruz

  She recited the conversation as best as she could remember. As she imitated her dad, her voice deepened and took on a condescending tone. My mind brushed away the amusement I started to feel.

  I took a few seconds to think as she finished talking. “We need to go back,” I said. “We…you’re in danger.”

  If these guys could sneak into a penthouse apartment and tap a phone without getting caught, they were good. Real good. So I need to beat them at their own game. Somehow.

  Alexandra looked up at me, shoulders slumped. Her eyes searched mine, looking for reassurance.

  Now ain’t the time to be a pussy. This girl needs you. Fuck, you need her. Time to show these guys what it means to mess with Cruz Miller, I thought, my mind resolved.

  I took a deep measured breath in and held it for a few seconds. Folding my arms over my chest, I exhaled slowly as my mind raced to formulate a plan.

  Grimly, I looked off into the distance. Feeling Alexandra staring at me, I did my best to look tough, nonchalant, and in control. “Right. Ain’t no big deal, the way I see it. We still have a card to play.” I raised my hand to my chin, rubbing my sharp stubble thoughtfully.

  Alexandra shifted in her seat, wiggling her perfect ass nervously. “Which is?” she said, expectantly.

  I kept her waiting for a little while longer, enjoying her rapt attention. “Thing is, they don’t know.” I paused and turned to look at her. “That we know they know. Get it?”

  She frowned. “That’s it? That’s your genius master plan?”

  “Think about it Lex. We start running, they know we’re on to them. They pounce hard and fast. Guns blazing. I’m tough, but I ain’t bulletproof. Well, I nearly am. Could probably take a good few flesh wounds, but still, I’d rather not.” I tapped my chin thoughtfully. “Other option is, be as calm as fuck. Ice cold. Carry on to Prague. Hit them when they ain’t expecting nothing. Seriously fuck them up.”

  I turned to look at her. Her eyes were wide and her cheeks were red. She gaped at me, her mouth half open.

  “I mean, fuck them up so bad they can’t operate. Get it?” I continued, trying to justify my plan. “Take out the fucking brains, and most of the muscle.”

  When she still remained quiet, I suddenly worried that I was being too brazen, possibly scaring her.

  “Cruz,” she said, her voice was low, “right now, I’ll do anything you say. Anything.”

  “Anything?” I raised my eyebrows and smirked. “Get your pretty butt back on that fucking desk. Now. We’ve got fifteen minutes.”

  Alexandra

  I was glowing as we calmly checked out fourteen minutes later. Most of the staff had changed since our entrance last night, but some were staring at us in fascination.

  I could still taste Cruz in my mouth as I spoke to the guy on the main desk. After all, I hadn’t wanted him to make a mess of me before catching a flight. It’s not as if we had time for a shower afterwards.

  “Hey. I’m afraid we broke your phone,” I said to the receptionist. “And… a few other items that were on the desk.”

  “Yeah. Got a bit carried away.” Cruz chimed in.

  The guy stared incredulously at us before speaking. “No problem, mademoiselle. We have, uh, spares, you know. Thank you for staying with us. I hope you come again soon.”

  We thanked the desk staff, and strode confidently through the front door, our arms locked. Two bell boys carried my suitcases and Cruz’s pitiful duffle bag.

 
I made a mental note to get him a decent bag when we got back home. Something manly. Brown leather. Expensive.

  A valet had brought the Mercedes around to the front of the hotel. Cruz gave him a hundred euro note. The valet’s eyes widened.

  “For last night,” Cruz said with a nod. “When we… were in a hurry.” He then handed the bell boys a fifty euro note each, and they thanked him profusely, shaking his hand and looking at him as if he was a movie star. I didn’t blame them though. He looked like he could have been some kind of action-movie hero. Meaner than Vanne Damme, and harder than Stallone. Not sure about Schwarzenegger in his prime. Now that would be a fight to see.

  “What’s brought about this sudden generous streak?” I asked, laughing as we got into the car.

  “I’m always generous,” he grunted.

  I remember his words earlier— to be cool because if they tapped the phone in a penthouse apartment, they could have bugs anywhere.

  I grabbed his thigh. “Just get us to the airport, you handsome thug. We’ve got a plane to catch.”

  And some bad guys to fuck up, I mentally added.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Cruz

  I noticed the same black saloon with tinted windows as we left for the airport but made a show of pretending to ignore them as best as I could.

  The drive to the airport was uneventful, other than glimpses of the cars following us. I counted at least two. I kept an eye on them, but drove normally, even slowing down at a set of lights so I wouldn’t lose them by accident.

  I was amazed when my phone rang as we approached the airport. I answered hesitantly. “Yeah?” I barked. It was Jean, my French contact. He sounded nervous. “What’s up, bro? Talk to me.”

  He spoke rapidly, in very vague metaphors, but I got the gist of what he was saying, though just barely.

  “It is said, my friend,” he muttered, accentuating his French accent, “that Prague, it is very hot this time of year. No? Be careful in the heat. It can be…dangerous.”