“Another whisky,” the guy said.
Tomas sloshed a measure into the glass, wetting the bar. “Want lemonade in it and pink parasol?”
The guy leaned toward him. “What I want is to shut that smart mouth.”
“Oh, and I thought you wanted me to suck your cock.”
“That’s one way of shutting it. You offering?”
Tomas stared straight at him. “I always confuse suck and chew, but if that not a problem…”
The man chortled.
Tomas moved away to serve a woman who resembled a lethal weapon, her hair spiked to sharp points. He considered himself broad-minded. What people wanted to do with their lives was up to them provided it was legal and didn’t involve pressurizing others. Cirque wasn’t his bag. He had no interest in fetishism or BDSM. Well, nothing hardcore. A bit of play with handcuffs and blindfolds was fine. Smacking? Yeah, that was okay. But pain? No. When he’d been in the army, he’d witnessed too many soldiers and civilians getting hurt to ever understand how pleasure could be found in inflicting pain or in receiving it.
He gave a sigh of relief when the bald guy finally took the hint and wandered away, only to groan when he saw Veton heading in his direction. Tomas itched to wipe the smirk from the jerk’s face. The day he realized Tomas was a cop was a thought that kept him smiling in his heart.
“Marco wants you in the Crypt,” Veton said. “Tables need cleaning.”
Tomas chewed the inside of his cheeks. He felt as if Marco was swallowing him, drawing him deeper and deeper. He picked up a tray and a cloth and slipped out from behind the bar. The bouncer controlling the entrance to the Crypt nodded as he passed. Another guy unlocked the heavy barrier at the end of the corridor and he walked into a much quieter room. The music presumably low so the cries and moans seemed louder.
It was almost impossible not to look. Even if he didn’t, he could still hear the wails, smell the sex and the coppery tang of blood, almost taste the adrenaline. He had to accept that cries of pain came from those who wanted to be hurt, that blood was willingly spilled, pain pleasurably endured, but it went against everything he knew. Christ, I hate this fucking job.
He worked his way around the tables, clearing glasses and mopping up spills—only of alcohol, he wasn’t going to touch anything more than he needed to. Stepping over people lying prone on the floor, he skirted around those fastened in chains, those being fucked by machines. He kept his expression carefully blank, his mind empty of everything but the bed waiting for him a few hours from now, with a vague thought of a different bed, or of knocking on Adam’s door and then slipping into his own room when he heard Adam coming to open it. How old am I?
“Tomas.”
He was startled to see Marco sitting at the table he’d started to clear. He needed to keep his wits about him. He wouldn’t survive if he didn’t. The women either side of Marco were dressed as nurses. One of them was Juno. Ah shit. As she stared at him, a lead weight sank in Tomas’ stomach and settled in his balls. The bald guy in the long coat sat next to Juno. None of this had to mean anything but his heart beat faster, his mouth went dry and his tackle shriveled, already planning an exit.
“How long is your cock?” Marco asked.
Oh Christ. “Long enough.” Though not at the moment.
Marco smirked. “I’ll give you a thousand pounds if you lay it alongside Sanjay’s.”
The two women giggled, but when the bald guy stood, unzipped his pants and slapped his monster on the table, they shut up fast. Fuck. It had to be ten or eleven inches. Maybe more. Thick and getting longer. And studded with metal. Jesus Christ. Tomas piled the last of the glasses on the tray, relieved his hands weren’t shaking, and then he cleaned the table. He lifted Sanjay’s cock delicately with his finger and thumb, wiped the table beneath and put the cock down again. The guy gave a quiet moan.
“Not interested,” Tomas said and walked away with his heart pounding hard enough to crack a rib.
By the time he’d made a circuit of the room and taken the tray of glasses to the wash point, the table where the four had sat was empty. He headed back toward the corridor leading to the main part of the club but had taken only a couple of steps before his arms were yanked behind his back. His face hit the rough stone wall. Fury that he’d been taken unawares matched the fear racing through him.
“I don’t like people saying no,” Sanjay hissed in his ear.
“You not my type,” Tomas gasped, his mouth distorted by the pressure. “Your dick too small.”
Sanjay chuckled. “But you’re my type. Tall and dark. Good body. Mouthy and arrogant. I like men who fight back. Better be careful.”
The guy let him go and Tomas pushed himself away from the wall. He could feel blood trickling down his chin. Sanjay leaned forward and before Tomas realized what he was going to do, he licked his cheek. A step too far. A knee brought up hard and Sanjay doubled over groaning. Tomas walked away, wiping his face with the back of his hand, nausea churning his stomach.
The command to go to Marco’s office came a short time later. He didn’t give a shit if he got sacked, and that included either job. He’d put up with a lot, but not being bloody pimped. He slammed into the room, stood in front of Marco’s desk and crossed his arms. Marco was alone. He stared at Tomas and Tomas didn’t blink. Words of protest bubbled on his lips but he knew better than to voice them. If Marco didn’t get that he was pissed off, the guy was a moron.
“What happened to you?”
“Sanjay don’t like the word no.”
“Neither do I.”
“I’m not sucking your cock either.”
Marco gave a full-throated laugh. “What happened at Ezispeke?”
He hadn’t expected the change of direction. He ran through what he’d done. Mostly. Left out any mention of Wren. He wanted to hide her away from this bastard.
“What do you think of Olive Speke?” Marco asked.
“Like Napoleon. Small, bossy, self-important. How long you want me there?”
“Until I say you can leave. Is your English teacher any good?”
Not a question he wanted to answer. “Teacher okay.”
“Male? Female?”
Tomas curled his fingers into fists under his arms. “Female.”
“Name?”
Oh shit. “Wren. Like bird.” He had no choice. It was easy to be paranoid leading a double life. He examined every question, every comment, searching for another meaning, a warning. The bad news was that much as he might want Marco to be an idiot—he wasn’t. Any hesitation would raise his suspicions.
“Ask if she wants to make extra money teaching a group one night.”
“Okay.” Over his dead body.
* * * * *
Wren came to a stop outside her building. “This where I live,” she said and then her throat closed.
“I shouldn’t come in,” Adam whispered. But that wasn’t what his face said. “I’m not sure I can control myself.” He stroked her palm with his thumb.
She opened her mouth and said nothing.
He put his lips to her ear. “Tell me to leave.”
“Don’t go,” she blurted.
He let out a choked laugh and pulled back to stare at her. “You’re supposed to be helping me resist.”
“Come inside,” she said more firmly.
“For a coffee.”
Who is he trying to fool? When did coming in for a coffee ever mean that?
Her fingers trembled when she took the keys from her bag. She unlocked the outer door and Adam followed her up the stairs to the third floor. One more door to unlock and they were suddenly inside, bags slipping from shoulders to the floor as Adam pushed her against the wall. He thrust out a hand, the door slammed and in the darkness they were all over each other, kissing, touching, discovering. Wren clung to him, curling her leg around his calf as Adam struggled with the buttons of her jacket. He kicked off his shoes. Wren lost hers and then her jacket, and yanked at his coat.
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sp; As he touched the skin above her pants, she sucked in a breath and trembled. They were moving too fast, she should stop this now, but she couldn’t. Even if she managed to get the word no out, every cell of her body was screaming yes. Adam worked at the buttons of her blouse as she tugged his sweater over his head. Undressing each other required coordination and cooperation and they only had determination, but little by little they lost their clothing until all that remained between them was their underwear.
Wren pressed herself against him, his hard cock pushing against her belly through his boxers. She could feel the wetness at his tip. She wanted to touch him everywhere just as he was touching her, and kiss him everywhere as he was kissing her. Then their underwear was gone and she wasn’t even sure how it happened except finally, finally their bodies were wrapped together skin to skin. Hot and hard, soft and perfect.
“Wren, Wren,” Adam whispered.
He nudged her back against the wall and kissed her mouth, her neck, her ear, her breasts while she made increasingly breathy cries of delight. He lifted her hand and kissed her fingers, her palm, her wrist and she grew wetter by the second. His hands caressed the places he wasn’t kissing and by the time he reached her sex, she floated on some higher plane of sensation. There was nothing but this. No world but this. And Wren understood the power of addiction, how impossible it was to deny yourself an intensity of pleasure that was so powerful.
Adam’s fingers glided once over her folds and she came in an instant, electric jolts shooting down her spine, waves of delight somersaulting through her belly as she gushed onto his hand. Melting, melting. She groaned into his lungs, her nails digging into his arm, the other hand wrapped tight around his pulsing cock as he spurted jets of cum onto her stomach.
“Oh God, God,” he gasped.
He pulled her close and cradled her against him, trembling like her. She listened to his ragged breathing, tasted the salt on his skin and inhaled his scent.
“Tell me we actually made it inside your apartment before we did that,” he whispered. “We’re not in a corridor and about to freak out your neighbors?”
She snorted against his chest. “We’re inside.”
“Thank fuck for that.”
Laughing harder, she squirmed against him, wanting his cum all over her, wanting him all over her. Adam groaned and his cock grew again, the velvety head pressing against her, proving those books she translated weren’t entirely wrong. Thank fuck for that too.
Chapter Ten
Adam kissed her, wondering if he’d have been able to stop touching her, stop her touching him, even if they had been in the corridor outside her apartment. He thought not. He slipped his tongue into her mouth while he slid his hands down her silky back. Curling his fingers under the curve of her buttocks, he rocked their bodies together. He felt a strange pleasure in smearing his cum between them as if he was marking her in some primal way. Another surge of desire shot to his cock. He couldn’t believe he was going hard again so soon.
She broke from his mouth. “We need a shower.”
I need a condom.
When Wren released her hold, he bent and retrieved a foil packet from his wallet before following her. They crossed what he could now make out in the shadows to be a small living room with a tiny kitchen. She pushed open a door and switched on a bedside light before she led him across to another room.
“Close your eyes,” she said.
“Why?”
“I need to make the bathroom light dim but it always starts off bright. It has a mind of its own. I don’t want you to see what a mess I am.”
He smiled. “And I’m not a mess?”
“I won’t look at you.”
Just like I’m not going to look at you. “Okay.”
He only had a quick glance in the stronger light, but it was enough to send his cock the rest of the way on its journey north. Long legs, a gently rounded stomach smeared with his cum, cute breasts with small dark nipples, kiss-swollen lips and mussed hair. Perfect.
“Turn on the water, count to three and it will be the right temperature,” she said. “I’ll get a couple of towels.”
He slid the condom onto an eye-level shelf next to shampoo and shower gel, stepped under the flow and sucked in a breath as he reared back. “Bloody hell, it’s freezing.”
Wren blocked his exit and narrowed her eyes. “Oh yes, I meant count to ten.”
“You little…” He pulled her with him under the cascade.
She squealed and reared away, trying to avoid the arctic water. He dragged her closer and made sure she took the brunt of the flow.
“You looked. You ch-ch-cheated.” Her teeth chattered.
The water began to warm and he groaned with relief. “So did you.”
She closed her eyes and tilted her face to the showerhead. He stared at the water splashing on her skin, the drops clinging to her long lashes, the little gap between her upper and lower lip, and felt as if he’d been sucker punched in the nicest possible way.
Wren twisted to rest her butt against his cock and then tipped back to lean against him, linking her fingers behind his neck. He slid his hands from her hips to her breasts and dropped his mouth to her shoulder. When he nipped her skin, she sucked in a breath. Her hands fell from his neck and he licked and mouthed his way down the bumps of her spine until he was on his knees behind her, his lips against her lovely butt, his hands holding hers against her hips, their fingers entwined. When she tried to turn, he held her firm.
“You have the most gorgeous backside.” He licked a lazy figure eight around each butt cheek.
Wren let out a gurgle of something. Embarrassment? Pleasure?
“Round and firm and smooth and—” The next word caught in his throat.
“And what?”
Fuckable. He wouldn’t tell her that. Not yet. Maybe never. But he remembered what she’d said about threesomes and unless that was just bravado—and he didn’t think it was—she was interested. As much as all the cells in Adam’s body wanted her, the thought of sharing her with Tomas flipped every switch to light him up like a bloody Christmas tree. Were his ears glowing? Christ.
Wren writhed in his grip as he played with her and he smiled into her backside. Was there a way to make the three of them happen? But then how did he know Tomas was interested? He didn’t even know for certain the guy was bi. Had he flirted with Wren purely to make him jealous? Maybe Tomas wasn’t into women at all. He mentally groaned. Enough thinking about Tomas when he had the perfect Eve in his arms.
He nudged her until she was closer to the mosaic-tiled wall and then used his knees to spread her feet a little wider.
“Reach up and lean forward,” he whispered.
She slid her hands above her head until she was stretched out, her fingers resting on a ridge in the tiles. Good girl. While he liked women who were strong and willful, he liked ones who knew when to submit. Wren was the right third for them, he just needed to make sure Tomas was the second.
He placed his palm flat on her left butt cheek and squeezed then slid the fingers of his other hand down the crease of her backside until he reached the delicate pucker of her anus. From there, he danced tiny circles over her folds as far as the nub of her clit. Wren tensed and groaned. As he teased, the little bud swelled and hardened.
“Oh God, God, God.” Her breathy gasps grew louder.
Adam smiled, put his mouth on the seam of her butt and licked. He was alert for her pulling away, and when she didn’t, his heart sang.
He wanted his cock inside her. He wanted to fuck her in the cunt, in the ass, in the mouth. He wanted to come on her face, on her breasts, on her butt. He wanted to do every delicious, delightful and dirty thing he could think of. And he wanted her to do them back to him. Them. He couldn’t help but wish Tomas was there too. He wanted the two of them to fuck with Wren watching, then for them both to fuck Wren with her sandwiched between them. He wanted to fuck Wren while she sucked—
Oh God. Too much wanting. He r
eleased his hold on her hip and dropped his hand to his balls and pulled down, but didn’t stop the rhythmic caress of Wren’s clit. She started to writhe against the wall and a moment later bucked as she came. Water sprayed off her back to splash on his face. He grinned. When the tension eased from her body, he shifted to sit with his back to the wall and pulled her round to bring her pussy to his mouth. She tasted divine and he licked, slurped and sucked.
“Adam, Adam, Adam.” Her voice grew increasingly desperate.
When he looked up at her, she dropped the condom onto his nose.
By the time he hauled himself to his feet, the rubber was on. With Wren facing the wall and him behind her, he eased his cock between her thighs, delving between her soft folds and then pushing into her as slowly as he could. She was exactly tight enough to intensify his pleasure to the point he thought his big head might explode before his little one. He gulped air and didn’t sink his shaft in all the way before pulling back.
“Noooo.” Wren growled the word into the tiles.
He hesitated but when her next word was, “More,” he let out a choked laugh. His control hung by the thinnest of threads. He shifted out of the falling water to take a breath and caught sight of them in a full-length mirror, the image beginning to fuzz with steam but clear enough to drag a guttural moan from his throat. He slid back partway inside Wren and maneuvered her so they stood in profile to the reflection, and then he slowly began to shallow-fuck her, turned on even more by watching his cock partly disappear inside her. The fire in his groin blazed more fiercely and his breathing quickened.
When he looked up, Wren was watching too. She arched back against him so his cock slid deeper, and he gave a deep groan of satisfaction.
“You’re big,” she muttered.
He was embarrassed the comment pleased him.
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