by Sarah Bale
His finger circles my clit, rubbing in gentle strokes. Feeling wanton, I spread my legs wider to give him better access.
“I’ve thought about it, too.”
His hot breath hits my inner thigh and I bite back a moan. He inhales again. Part of me wants to be embarrassed. The other side is begging him to kiss me. And then he does. He kisses my pussy so fucking good that I’m coming before I can even warn him. His hands grip my thighs as he shoves my legs apart.
My fingers work their way through his hair, urging him on. And the sound – god – the sound of him eating me out is so erotic that I feel another orgasm building.
“Saint,” I moan.
He laps at my folds as if his life depends on it and I thrust against his face. But it’s not enough.
“Saint. Please fuck me.” Tears stream down my face and I bite back a sob.
He moves from between my legs, capturing my mouth in a hungry kiss. I can taste myself on him and moan.
“This isn’t how I planned this,” he whispers. “We were going to talk and then work up to this.”
“If you don’t fuck me, I may never forgive you.”
“I don’t have a condom.”
“I’m clean. Are you?”
“Yes.”
Reaching between us, I unbuckle his belt and undo his pants. His cock is hard, and I moan when I grip him.
“Wait.” He moves onto the seat next to me. “Climb into my lap.”
I do as he says, straddling him. He guides his cock to my opening, entering me in a single thrust. I literally cry as he fills me. God. I’ve waited for this for so long.
“Look at me.”
Opening my eyes, I look into his. And then I start rocking my hips. This is so much better than I thought it’d be. He’s so big, stretching me wide. When he thrusts, he hits that sweet spot deep inside of me that make all the nerve endings in my body come alive.
“Daddy,” I moan into his ear. “More.”
He gives me what I want, thrusting until all I can do is hold on. His hands cup my ass cheeks, and then one of his fingers circles my ass. When he pushes a thick finger inside, I come. But he doesn’t stop.
“My baby girl likes knowing her Daddy is touching her here, doesn’t she?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
Ever since he touched me the first time, I’ve been dying to call him Daddy. It’s forbidden and oh-so-filthy. But I can’t stop the words from leaving my lips in this moment. Honestly, I’ve never had a Daddy kink before, but I can’t stop with Saint. I’m sure on some level this is fucked up, but I feel so good that I don’t care.
Saint pulls me down onto his cock, his thrusts sending pulses of explosive pleasure through me. And then I cry out his name. His thrusts don’t stop until he comes, filling me with his seed. He’s truly made me his and I fucking love it.
When he pulls out, I whimper.
“I don’t want this to be over.”
“It’s not. It’s just the beginning.” He pauses. “I’m sorry for being a dick. I said I was trying to protect you by sending you away, but I think I was trying to protect myself.”
“Do you regret it?”
“The only thing I regret is not telling you sooner how much I care for you. Can you forgive me?”
I brush my lips against his. “Yes.”
“Thank you.”
He holds me close and I close my eyes.
“That was amazing, Saint.”
“It’s not what I had planned in my mind.”
“Oh? Do tell.”
“In my fantasy, we’re at my house, in my bed. I have you spread out for my enjoyment. We’re not just going once, either. You’re mine for the entire night. Hell, maybe even for the weekend.” He grins down at me. “We have a lot of catching up to do, you and I.”
I wiggle against him. “I’d like that.”
“Me, too.” He sighs. “You need to get inside, and I need to get over to the little fucker’s house.”
“I don’t want you to go.”
“I know, darlin’. I know.”
He hands me my panties. I put them on and move to the door. When I step outside of the car, our juices soak the cotton material.
“What is it?”
“Can you come inside? Just for a second?”
“Of course.”
We got to the door and I unlock it. My new security system chirps at me, so I enter the password that Razor gave me.
“My room’s this way.”
“Liv-”
“It’s not what you think.”
Well, not entirely.
When we’re in my room, I go to the bed and lie down, bending my legs.
“Liv.” There’s a warning in his voice.
“I just wanted you to see this, since I know how much you like sniffing my panties.”
I hike my dress up and then spread my leg. He lets out a groan and moves toward me.
“Goddamn.”
“Do you see what you do to me? Daddy.”
As soon as I say the words, the mood shifts. His throat bobs as he swallows.
“Fuck me.”
“I’m so horny, Daddy.”
“Liv, this is so fucking wrong.”
But he unzips his pants and moves over me. Our lips meet in a frenzied kiss as he fucks me. It’s rough and fast and leaves me burning for more. His hands crudely cup my breasts until I’m thrashing beneath him. And then I come, screaming out his name. His phone rings in his pocket, but he ignores it, pounding into me.
Watching Saint Massacre come undone is an act of god. There’s beauty and violence wrapped in one. And his release sets me off again as he fills me, making me his for the second time tonight.
He lets out a groan as he pulls out and answers his phone. “What? Okay. I’ll be there.”
I try to sit but fail.
“Who was that?”
“Razor, asking where in the fuck I was. Chase just called for a car service, so I have to go.” He runs his fingers through his slick hair. “I hate leaving you like this.”
“Don’t worry about me.” I give him a lazy grin. “I just hope my feet have returned to earth before you get back.”
“After tonight we’ll have plenty of time.”
“For what?”
“For the rest of our lives.” He brushes his lips against mine. “See you in a few.”
I don’t miss him tucking my panties into his pocket as he leaves.
15
Olivia
I manage to wash my body without messing up my hairdo, and apparently having sex makes a faux hawk look even better. My makeup is wrecked, but I fix it, too. By the time my doorbell rings, I’m put together. Except, now I feel complete. Like, I’m not nervous about seeing Chase. I’m ready to get this over with so I can be with Saint, King, Razor, and Bash.
The doorbell rings again and I grab my purse before going to the door.
Chase looks me up and down. “You look so sexy, Olivia. Giving me some real naughty thoughts right now.”
Gross.
Ignoring him, I say, “Sorry to keep you waiting. I couldn’t find my keys.”
“They’re probably on the counter, next to the fruit bowl.” He grins. “No worries. I’ve had some problems tonight, too. I guess I must have driven over a board in the street or something because I have two flat tires.”
Holy shit. He knew where my keys were. Like, the exact spot. I look around, trying not to let my distress show.
“Did Andrew and Lucy give you a ride?”
He makes a face. “No. Andrew was watching a movie with Mitch. I hired a car for the night. It’s real, classy, too.”
He takes me by the hand, even though I try pulling away, and leads me to the driveway where Saint’s Rolls-Royce is parked. Saint, that sexy bastard, changed his clothes and is wearing a black suit. And my lady-parts take notice.
“Good evening,” he says as he opens the door for me.
I brush against him as I slide into the backseat. I do
n’t miss the heated look he gives me. Chase gets in next to me and Saint closes the door.
“Too bad this car doesn’t have the privacy screen,” Chase says. “I’d love to have some alone time with you before we get to the restaurant.”
Saint meets my gaze in the rearview mirror, and I bite back a laugh. Chase has no idea how close he is to dying right now.
I answer, “I’m just happy to be here. This car is beautiful.”
Chase nods and then calls out, “Driver, we’re ready to go. Don’t make us late, or your tip will reflect.”
Like seriously, who does he think he is? And who talks to a driver like that? Or anyone, for that matter.
Saint answers, “Of course, sir.”
The ride to the restaurant is awkward as hell, mostly because Chase keeps dropping down cheesy/creepy lines. By the time we pull up to the valet line, I’m opening my own door just to get away from Chase. But he was right about the crowd of people waiting to get in. And, I’m glad I wore a cocktail dress, because otherwise I’d have been severely underdressed.
Saint comes over. “Sir, I’ll be waiting when you’re ready to go.”
Chase waves him away and says to me, “He’s certainly not getting a tip. Did you see how he was dressed?”
I did. And I’m going to make him wear that suit tonight when he fucks me.
Clearing my throat, I say, “I didn’t notice.”
“Horrid.”
Saint is dressed better than Chase. I don’t say this, though.
“I can’t believe you got a reservation here.”
He looks pleased with himself. “It is pretty amazing. Andrew was so jealous.”
“You said he was watching a movie with Mitch. Where was Lucy?”
He points. “Oh look! They’re letting people in.”
Sure enough, the line moves as we slowly make our way inside. My phone buzzes in my purse and I peek at it.
Bash: We’ve got eyes on you. Love the dress.
Me: I borrowed it from Foxy.
Bash: I’ll give her my thanks.
Me: LOL.
Chase loudly clears his throat. “It’s very rude to be on your phone right now.”
I look up. “I’m sorry?”
“You don’t see me on my phone, do you?”
“It was important.”
He scowls. “Perhaps it can wait until after dinner?”
I type out one last reply to Bash.
Me: I’m going to end up throwing something at him.
Me: Might be water. Might be soup. Might be a knife.
Bash: Do it. It’ll give us a laugh before we kick his ass.
Grinning, I drop my phone back in my purse and say, “There.”
We’re at the hostess desk, so he can’t say anything, though I can tell he wants to. The more I’m with him, the more I can see how he’s the one stalking me. He’s angry and on edge. Anything that I do sets him off, unless it’s directly complimenting him. It’s scary that someone like this was able to get so close to me. Maybe my guard isn’t as high as I thought it was.
“This way Madame and Monsieur.”
I look around as we follow the woman. The floors are black tiles that reflect the same tiles on the ceiling. The lighting is dark, giving it a dreamy vibe. Somewhere, water falls in a soothing manner. And there’s soft music playing from hidden speakers. It would be terribly romantic if I wasn’t here with an asshole.
I take my seat and Chase lets out a huff before taking his.
“You don’t get out much, do you?”
“Excuse me?”
“You’re supposed to let the man pull your seat out for you, Olivia.”
I plaster a smile on my face. “I need to use the ladies’ room. I promise when I get back you can pull my seat out for me.”
He nods and I stand. A passing waiter points me in the direction of the restroom. I go into the bathroom and wait.
I’ve been inside for a moment when there’s a knock.
“Liv,” King whispers. “You okay?”
I unlock the door and pull him inside. And then I do a doubletake.
“Are you guys trying to kill me in your suits?”
He, too, is wearing a black suit like Saint’s. And his long blond hair is pulled up in a sexy manbun.
He grins. “Like the way we look, do ya?”
“Too much.”
“Is everything okay? You looked pissed when you got up from the table.”
“I just can’t believe I didn’t see it before – what a dick he is.”
King answers, “That type of man knows how to play nice to get what he wants. You’re within his grasp, or so he thinks, and the façade is starting to crack.”
“That summarizes it perfectly.”
“You’re doing great out there. We just need him to lose his shit and slip up. Then we’ll get answers.”
I nod. “Okay. I can do this.”
King pulls me into his arms, brushing his lips over mine. “Never had a doubt in my mind.”
There’s another knock on the door and Bash whispers, “Better get out there. He’s looking pissed.”
Groaning, I open the door.
“You guys are giving me a lady-boner with your suits.”
Bash grins. “Been waiting for a chance to wear it in public.”
“Well, I approve. In fact, I think the club ought to have suit night once a month.”
This makes both of them snort.
King says, “Can you imagine some of them fuckers in suits?”
“Okay, well maybe just the club officers. And maybe just in my bedroom.”
That part I’m serious about.
Bash leaves first, making sure the coast is clear. When he gives me the go ahead, I slip through the door and go back to the table. Chase jumps to his feet when he sees me and all but trips over himself to pull out my chair. I sit and he rubs my exposed back before taking his seat.
He says, “I was starting to think you didn’t like me.”
“Why would you think that?”
Other than the fact that I don’t.
“You weren’t around all summer.”
“Didn’t Lucy tell you I was sick?”
He shrugs. “I know how you girls are – you say things just to get out of going places.”
I’m not sure which part of his statement bothers me more, but I plant a fake smile on my face.
“Well, I’m here now. How are your classes going?”
“I’m passing, but I’ll be glad when they’re over. What about you?”
“Same. I never thought senioritis was a real thing. Turns out it is.”
The waiter walks up at that moment and I’m glad for the break in conversation.
“Good evening. May I get you something to drink?”
“I’ll take a gin and tonic and she’ll have a margarita.”
I shake my head. “Water is fine.”
“No, she’ll have a margarita.” To me, he says, “We’re celebrating.”
My jaw hurts from clenching my teeth. “What are we celebrating?”
“The first of many dates.”
I nod, but don’t say anything. Where are the guys? I try to look around as casually as I can, but he notices.
“What are you looking at?”
“Just admiring the beauty of this place. I’ve never been somewhere so fancy.”
He looks pleased with himself. “Yeah. It’s pretty awesome. So, Olivia, I was wondering if you’d like to be exclusive?”
I blink. “Excuse me?”
“I know you just broke up with that… trash, but I was hoping you would agree to be exclusive with me.”
“Chase, like I told you the other day, I’m not looking for anything serious with you. We’re friends.” I go on, “Besides, I like to know the people I’m dating before I agree to be exclusive.”
“What about that long-haired freak?”
“What about him?”
He sighs and then speaks as if I’m a chil
d who can’t understand big words. “Bad men like that like to take advantage of sweet girls like you, Olivia.”
“Chase, I’m almost twenty-three. I’m quite capable of judging whether someone is good for me or not.”
“I beg to differ. But, as I said, I’m here now.”
The waiter comes back with our drinks, and sets a margarita, as well as water, in front of me.
I reach for the water and say, “Thank you.”
Chase glowers but doesn’t say anything.
The waiter asks, “Have you have a chance to look over the menu? I can recommend some items, if you’d like.”
“That would be great.”
At the same time Chase says, “I’d like to speak to your manager. Now.”
The waiter is as confused as me, but nods. “Of course, sir.”
“What was that about?”
“As if you didn’t know.”
I’m about to demand an explanation when the waiter and another man come up to the table.
“Sir? Is there a problem?”
“Yeah. There is. This… trash keeps flirting with my girlfriend, and I don’t like it.” He spits each word out with so much venom that it scares me.
“I am very sorry, sir.”
I say, “Chase, you’re overreacting. The man was just doing his job. And I am not your girlfriend.”
“Get us a new server. Preferably a woman who knows her place.”
It’s like watching glass that’s been cracked start to shatter. The cracks spread, jagging out like a spider’s web. And there’s no stopping what’s about to happen.
“Chase, this is ridiculous.”
He turns his attention to me. “They were right about you.”
I freeze. “Who was right about me?”
He’s on a roll. “They told me that you were used to selling yourself for sex and drugs. That the only way you’d respect a man was if he treated you like a whore. I told them they were wrong, but I guess I’m the fool.”
The waiter and manager both look so uncomfortable that I could cry. But I don’t.
I say, “Chase, I’m not a whore. And I don’t sell myself for sex.”
He’s raging now. “Explain the fucking website then. I saw the videos, of you fucking man after man. And I’ve seen for myself how easily you give yourself to those trashy bikers. You fucked that freak outside after our first date! How could you?”
