Big Bad Bouncer (Misters of Manhattan Book 2)

by Lana Lachlan

  He waited before answering, measuring her with calculated eyes. “Because you’re a woman who likes to play hot and cold when all she really wants is attention. Attention that she should be getting at home.”

  It took Anna’s brain a split-second to register that Gage intended to send her away. She could argue with him, beg him or even throw herself in his arms and hope for the best. Or maybe she could show him what she wanted.

  Anna butterflied her thighs wide in offering. This was princess behavior at its most wanton, most shameless, and dear God, at its most desperate.

  Gage’s eyes homed in. “Come here,” she enticed, dipping her voice to the sexiest she could find. “It’s my turn now.”

  He knelt on the bed, his eyes holding some dark emotion that looked like trouble. She’d been too bossy… gone too far. He would spank her again and send her home with no orgasm.

  “Gage, I…”

  He shook his head. “Not a squeak from you.”

  Anna trembled as her legs were hooked unceremoniously over his huge tattooed shoulders after her panties were pulled off and tossed somewhere—she didn’t see where. With her body practically vertical, her pussy inches from his face, she was bare and helpless. She could see him staring at her sex and worryingly, had his fingers between her bottom cheeks. Anna tensed, dreading some new punishment for teasing him. Instead she felt a finger circle her butthole. Automatically she resisted by clenching, but his hand held her open and his finger circled again.

  “What are you doing?”

  Anna squealed when he slapped her butt. “What did I tell you about talking, missy?” His finger resumed its play. “You are going to be an obedient girl and come when I tell you to. Understood?”

  Anna gulped at the forceful command and when he leaned down to smell her, she felt herself flushing.

  “Which, you naughty brat, shouldn’t take long going by the state you’re in.”

  Anna squirmed, desperate for something more than a pussy inspection but equally worried about coming on cue. While it shouldn’t be a problem—her clitoris felt so tight, it could self-destruct at any moment—she might have to fake it and hope he couldn’t tell the difference.

  “And no faking.”

  Anna gulped, hearing the click in her own throat.

  Gage’s head dipped between her legs and Anna felt a wet trail down her landing strip and the spear of his tongue twisting its way through her folds to claim her clit. Closing her eyes, she sank into the sensation of Gage’s tongue flicking over her distended, aching nub while his finger teased her from behind. He was so good, so perfect in his pressure, so tuned in to making her climax. As Gage tugged and sucked on her clitoris, Anna floated away on a raft of delight until there was nothing but mouth and finger taking her to a very real completion. This was how oral should be. Not a frantic race to the finish like she’d so often experienced, but unhurried and sensual and sooo erotic.

  “You taste good for a wicked girl.”

  His rumble into her sex put her dangerously close. “Oh…”

  He growled, reached under her to slap her again. “Not yet.”

  The heady sting of Gage’s hand put her even closer. Anna scrunched her eyes shut and bit her lip painfully to take her mind elsewhere—anywhere would do. Panting, struggling to get enough oxygen to stave off the pleasure, Anna spread out across the bed, her legs flapping uselessly against his shoulders as Gage devoured everything between her legs. She felt it coming. She tightened her thighs, thrust her heels into his back and made fists of her hands as though doing those things could prevent the seismic event rising up like lava inside her pussy.

  Suddenly, he showed mercy… lots of beautiful mercy. “Come now. I want to taste your orgasm.”

  Anna’s orgasm erupted in pulsing bursts, radiated out through her body in wild stabs of ecstasy, wracking her body and shooting her legs straight up in the air, toes pointed to the ceiling. When the hot spasms eventually subsided, she tried to move her over-sensitive clit away from Gage’s busy mouth, but he held her firmly and she climaxed again, convulsing and crying to the relentless cramps, half wishing he’d stop, half wishing he’d never stop. Another climax followed, this one so intense Anna found herself fighting both the ecstasy and him—writhing and flailing her legs and pleading for leniency.

  Gage had no mercy now. Anna lost count of her orgasms and when he raised his head for the last time, he used his thumb to give her one final, toe-curling clit-release, so light she wondered if she’d imagined it. She’d never climaxed so many times, had never been so exhausted by sexual pleasure.

  He licked his lips, dropped her legs from his shoulders and slid off the bed. Anna reached out, needing him more than ever. Not only his body, but him. The man with the scars and tattoos that made him so thrilling and yes, the man she needed more than her next heartbeat.

  “Let me love you, Gage.”

  The sudden hardness in his expression made her shrink back against the pillows. “What’s wrong?”

  He crossed his arms over his chest which drew Anna’s gaze to the powerful boxer biceps squashed against his pectorals.

  “Annaliesa.”

  Reluctantly, she looked up. His eyes were unreadable but when he spoke, there was no doubt of his thoughts. “You can’t keep coming here,” he said softly, retrieving her panties from the floor and placing them on the bed beside her. “You can’t fuck your way out of your problems.”

  Anna felt a rush of despair at the truth. Being with Gage wasn’t real life. He was her dirty fantasy and God knows, he’d never be anything else. Furthermore, he’d soon be having sex with another woman in this exact spot. It would be business as usual to him.

  “Who is it today?” she asked resentfully as she dressed. “Amber?”

  He pulled on his sweatpants and started for the kitchen, Axel at his heels. “No. Someone else.”

  Anna had the loft door open when Gage called out. “Wait up, girl.”

  He came to her and to her surprise, gestured to the sofa. “On second thought, stay. I think we should talk.”

  “What about your date?” she asked, her mind a jumble of relief and confusion.

  “I’ll sort that,” he said gently. “You just sit down while I fix coffee.”

  Chapter 5

  He’d gone soft in the head over the girl. He’d intended to start his day with a romp, so he’d called one of his favorites, Janine. The thirty-five-year-old with a taste for handcuffs did first-class work and liked to hang around afterwards for a beer and a few laughs. Damn that he’d had to text her not to come until tomorrow, but he needed to talk to his princess. His princess? Right now, it seemed so.

  Loading the coffee machine, Gage watched her high heeling it off to the punching bag to take a swing. When she hurt herself, she shook her hand and tried again with the same result. The girl seemed to have a fascination with the thing and in her black suit, skyscrapers and bun, it had to be the weirdest, if not the most painful sight he’d ever had to witness.

  “You like pizza?” he asked, jamming a frozen pizza in the microwave and setting it to four minutes.

  Even across the loft, he saw her eyeroll. “I only eat healthy food.”

  “Pizza’s healthy,” he countered. “It’s got tomatoes.”

  A dismissive wave of her hand. “It’s carbs and fats. Don’t you know anything?”

  He knew the sex had made her cocky. Cute, though, pushing at the bag and losing her balance. She grabbed at it wildly, missed and fell to her knees. Righting herself, she straightened her suit.

  “Get over here before you hurt yourself, girl.”

  She came to him, rubbing her wrist. He gestured to the coffee pot. “You can pour.”

  Her highness actually looked horrified. “I’m not touching that dirty thing. Do you have any fruit?”

  “I don’t do fruit.”

  Another eyeroll with a snort thrown in. “You need to improve your diet, Mr. Gage.”

  No professional ever complained ab
out the contents of his refrigerator. But then pros were the straightforward, uncomplicated ‘happy to get busy’ kind of visitor that didn’t turn up with an attitude.

  “And what’s more,” the princess went on, making a face that looked pretty close to disgust. “Your loft is a pigsty.”

  Right, that did it. She wanted a spanking and a spanking she’d get. And this time, he’d make sure she really had something to complain about. Gesturing to Axel to get in his crate, he marched the girl to the sofa and dragged her over his knee.

  “I won’t be spanked!” she yelled, beating her little fists against his legs.

  The brat’s haughtiness only made him more determined to send her home with a sore butt and a wet pussy. Gage smacked her through her clothing while she scissored her legs in a futile effort to free herself and by the time he had her skirt up and panties down to her knees, she’d started squealing. A dozen or so poker-hot whacks later, his bratty girl went quiet on him.

  Well, more or less.

  “I hate you, you big ape.”

  Her defiant curse earned her another round of wallops. “So you keep saying.”

  “You have no right to touch me,” she blubbered. “You’re a criminal.”

  The girl sure had a thing for chastisement. He smacked along the underside of her bright red ass and when he paused to rub the fire, he noticed her hand sliding under her hips. “None of that.”

  Her hand dropped. “I wasn’t going to.”

  “Yes, you were. If you try that again, I’ll make you clean my loft seeing you’re so disgusted with it.”

  A whimper, nothing more.

  Holding her legs down with one hand, he got the other to work along the top of her ass. It only took a few extra hard smacks and he heard the telltale hitch in her breathing. He felt between her legs, poked in a finger which made her buck in protest.

  “You’re mean,” she sniveled as he slid out of her quivering pussy. “You should be locked up.”

  For her trouble, he pinched her butt. And dammit, he had another hard on.

  “No argument on that, girl. But you’ll get off when I’m good and ready. Now stand up and get naked.”

  On shaky legs, she found her feet, panties around her knees, face like a beetroot and bottom lip out in an obstinate pout. Undressing, she stood silently in front of him, juices shining on the inside of her legs.

  Lifting her, he spread her legs and sat her on his lap. She looked down at the wet patch forming on his sweatpants.

  “See what you’ve done, you bad girl?”

  Eyes of shimmering green met his. “I’m so naughty.”

  Yeah and about to get naughtier by his reckoning. “Take it out, Anna.”

  Her brows creased in concentration, she slid her hand in his sweatpants to free his cock. She began thumbing the helmet before squeezing to release more of his pre-cum. Gage stilled her hand. He was hard enough to pierce armor without her helping things along.

  “Put the head inside… just the head.”

  With her eyes down to watch herself, she raised her hips and settled herself down an inch. “Do you like my cunt, Gage?”

  Jesus, did he hear that right? Gage had to replay the question several times in his head before he could answer. And she thought he was crude.

  “Uh-huh.”

  She dropped down another inch. “I’m glad because I like your prick.”

  Her attempt at dirty talk sounded so weird, he laughed. “Okay, well get it nice and wet.”

  A few mind-blowing rubs of her pussy and Gage gave his next order through a clenched jaw. “I want to see it in you so lean back.”

  Seeing her swollen labia stretched around his cockhead, clit peeping out had his jaw ready to snap. If she sank down another inch, it’d be all over.

  “Keep still until I tell you to move.”

  Thankfully, she had the sense to obey. They sat there, looking down at his dick half buried, but not so buried that her juices hadn’t wetted his whole shaft. She ran a finger around the base and licked her fingers, watching him coyly.

  Gage shook his head in wonder. “You are full of surprises, princess.”

  Happily, she gathered more and rested her finger on his lips. “I like surprising you.”

  The taste of her desire threatened to uncheck the last of Gage’s restraint. He leaned back to distract himself by watching her breasts as she pumped half the shaft.

  Her mouth curved seductively. “You like that?”

  Fuck, the girl had him by the nuts and she knew it. “I like. Now go all the way down… slowly so I can see.”

  Leaning back, she rested her hands on his knees and dropped her hips. Gage sweated under the superb pressure of her natural squeeze. Locked and loaded, she started to pump, and it was then that Gage heard the loft door slide back. Looking over Anna’s shoulder, he saw Janine step inside. Anna was so busy in her humping, she had no idea of the audience.

  Balls deep in the princess, he watched Janine begin to unbutton her shirt, assuming a three-way. Gage quickly mouthed a ‘no’, and waved a hand for her to get the hell out but, evidently Janine didn’t get it or didn’t want to get it because she propped herself against the wall to watch.

  Anna stopped. “What’s wrong?”

  Gage took a breath, tried as best he could to sound normal. “Nothing, girl. Keep going.”

  She started again, jiggling furiously on his dick, giving an unintentional show for Janine who had now made herself comfortable on a chair. Crossing a leg, she swung it back and forth in time with the princess riding his dick. Gage could do nothing but let the girl fuck him. And she was going for it, tits bouncing, ass slapping noisily against his thighs as she pistoned her hips. There was no stopping her so Gage had no option but hold steady while Janine silently applauded the performance with mock hand claps.

  Anna thrust her breasts at him. “See how hard my nipples are, Gage?”

  Janine’s delighted grin made Gage groan. “Yeah, I can see.”

  Without thinking, he grabbed a breast which arched her back and made her pump even faster. He knew he should stop this but fuck it, she was so wet and tight and turned on, he thought, what the hell.

  She lifted herself completely free and holding his shaft at the base, began to fuck it to halfway before dropping down to bounce vigorously. “Oooh, I love your big cock, Gage.”

  He saw Janine smother a laugh.

  Gritting his teeth, Gage took over, driving hard to get Anna finished and needing this whole fuck done with so he could get Janine out of his loft.

  He detonated right at the moment the princess threw her arms around his neck and sobbed, “I’m coming.”

  Through his ecstasy, he heard clapping from the corner. “Bravo!”

  Damn.

  Anna sat up and twisted around, her face on fire. “Oh dear God.”

  Janine strolled to them, hips swaying, a smile stretched wide. “Don’t mind me, guys. I’m happy to wait until you’re ready.”

  Anna, still perched on his dick, was staring at Janine like a rabbit in headlights. “W-who are you?”

  “It’s okay,” Gage soothed. Lifting Anna free, he collected her clothes and placed them in her arms. “Go and get dressed in the bathroom.” When she hesitated, he nudged her ass. “Do as I say.”

  She made for the bathroom at full speed, slamming the door.

  Janine’s eyes danced amusement. “Amber said you’d found a new girl. She’s beautiful although a bit young and shy. Who is she?”

  “She’s a…” Gage almost said ‘princess’. “Didn’t you get my text?”

  “Didn’t notice,” Janine said, eyes on his groin. “But don’t worry, when she comes out, I’ll take it easy, show her what to do. I noticed her red butt. We haven’t done that in a while. Could be fun.”

  “She’s not a working girl, Janine.”

  It was Janine’s turn to look embarrassed. “Oh, so this is awkward.”

  Gage sighed. “You could say that. You’d better go, babe.
I’ll settle up next time.”

  Janine grinned and sashayed to the door. “No need. You’ve always been my favorite client, you know that.” Turning, she jackknifed her hips as she mimicked Anna. “Ooh, I love your big cock, Gage.”

  He didn’t bother with a comeback.

  Dressing, he grabbed a beer and waited on the sofa for Anna. Between her, the fiancé, Sutton and yeah, even his hires, he honestly had no idea what to do with the girl.

  He’d finished his beer and started on a second when she opened the bathroom door and tiptoed out, saucer-eyed and carrying her shoes. “Has she gone?”

  Gage patted the sofa. “All clear. Come and sit down.”

  Parking herself on the couch, she slipped on her shoes and tucked in her shirt. “She saw everything. It’s so humiliating.”

  “Don’t worry about it. Janine has seen far more than that in her career.” Gage chuckled. “Although she won’t let me forget it in a hurry.”

  “Did she think I was a…?”

  Gage ruffled her hair. The kid’s face was still scarlet. “Sure did.”

  Her throat bobbed on a hard swallow. “And do you… use her often.”

  He caught the disapproval. “I don’t use her in the way you mean, Anna. Janine’s a nice woman who provides a service.”

  “But it’s…”

  “I like sex,” he interrupted before she could say something he didn’t want to hear. “And she’s good at it.”

  A frown creased her brows. “And is Amber good?”

  Gage nodded. “She is.”

  He waited for her next question although he had a fair idea of what it would be.

  “And me?”

  Yeah, she was good. He could do with less of the ice princess routine although he had to admit he enjoyed seeing to her spankable ass. It wasn’t the point. She shouldn’t be here, period, and the sex hadn’t helped matters.

  Against his better judgment that she might read more into it than intended, he took her hand. “It’s not the same with you, Anna. You’re a girl who needs to be handled differently.”

  Her eyes found his, big and emotional. “I don’t want to share you.”