by Abby Angel
And even if it does, Austin would just kick its ass and send it on its way, just like he did in that alley. I don’t even want to think about what would've happened if he hadn’t showed up when he did.
I mean, Lester is out of control, and if he got ahold of me, knowing him as I do…I’m shuddering.
The commissioner has a mean streak to him, you know? He always had a knack for extortion, but I just took saw him as another dirty cop—dirty, but not evil.
But I was wrong.
Lester is looking more and more like a New York devil, and I’m starting to realize that extortion might be just be one of his pastimes.
“Thank you,” I mutter as I sit down on Austin’s couch and he hands me a glass of water. I take a deep breath, trying to steady my hands as I wrap my fingers around the glass.
“Hey, babe,” he says, sitting next to me, tucking a lock of hair over my ear. “No need to fucking thank me. I’m just glad you’re okay.”
I put the glass to my lips and start drinking—the cold water calming my nerves. I try to push Lester’s evil grin to the back of my mind, and then I look up at Austin. There’s relief in his eyes, but there’s also concern. By the way he’s looking at me, I know that he has a few questions dancing on the tip of his tongue.
“Just get it out,” I tell him, sighing. I place the glass of water on the coffee table in front of me and fold my hands on my lap, feeling that the time to come clean has finally arrived. I just hope it’s not too late.
“You asked for it,” he chuckles lightly before he starts, licking his lips while he looks for the right words. “What was Lester doing at your club? What was that all about? Because that dude came to fight a war tonight, not close down a fucking strip club.” Pursing my lips, I look into Austin’s eyes and swallow down all hesitancy. Time to come clean.
Here I go.
“He was carrying out his threat,” I say drily, breathing in as I prepare myself to tell Austin the truth. All of it.
“What threat?” he asks me in that patient tone of his, his eyes narrowing slightly. I notice his fingers twitching, and I’d bet a full year’s income that he’d like to choke out Lester as much as I do.
“Lester, he… Austin, he was forcing me to spy on you,” I finally tell him, the words tumbling out of my lips and blowing up in the air of his apartment. “He wanted me to tell him about what was going on in Python.”
Austin has nothing on his face. He’s quiet.
“Shit,” he whispers, looking away from me and turning his gaze outward, to the New York skyline outlooking his wall-to-ceiling window panes. Even though it’s still night, the city keeps on glowing, its bright lights cutting through the darkness. “I should've known.”
“He threatened he’d close my club if I didn’t keep tabs on you,” I say. “And he wanted me to find someone… The woman you were talking to. Mistress Strokes, you called her, I think.”
“That fucking bastard,” he whispers again, balling his hands into fists, anger dripping out of his words. Oh, he wants to choke Lester, alright. “Destiny, why didn’t you trust me?”
He finally turns to me, his words making my heart feel smaller and smaller. Right now, I just wish I could vanish into the ether.
“I… I don’t know, Austin,” I start, that sadness inside of me turning into desperation.
What if he tells me to get out of his apartment?
What if he tells me that he never wants to see me again?
It’s in this exact moment that I finally realize something: I’m in love with Austin Price.
That’s right. I’m in love with Python.
I felt it in the way my heart beat every time our gaze met, and I felt it every time I thought of him, that soothing warmness blanketing my mind and taking over my dreams. I’m in love with Austin, I think to myself, the words echoing inside my head.
“I’m sorry,” I repeat, “I really am.” I can count on the fingers of one hand the times I said these three words, I’m sorry, but they never sounded so real as they do now. If only I could turn time back.
“Don’t,” he says, turning his body to me. Don’t say you’re sorry! You lied to me! I trusted you! My imagination starts putting words into his mouth, a deep-seated fear making my fingers shake. “Don’t say you’re sorry, Destiny,” he tells me, just like I imagined, and I feel my fears creeping into the real world. But then he continues to speak. “It’s not your fault. It’s all on him, that fucking prick.”
He gets up from the couch and I just look in silence as he walks toward the kitchen counter and grabs a bottle of aged whisky sitting there. He uncorks the bottle and fills two glasses with the amber liquid.
Throwing his head back, he drinks one of the glasses in one single gulp and then refills it. Only then does he come back to the couch, pushing one of the glasses into my hand.
“Lester has been trying to close down Python since the moment it opened its doors. I just never thought he’d go this far,” he says to me.
I’m quiet, letting him continue.
I mean, a part of me is wanting to hear this, you know?
Whatever secret Austin has, whatever drama he’s got with NYPD, it just fucked up my club.
So yeah, I may be sorry, but I’m also going to need answers. If not now, then soon.
“You see, Destiny,” Austin says as he turns to me, a serious look on his face and I can tell I might just be getting those answers now. “Python is much more than just a bar or a strip club. We do something important there, and I guess we ended up being more than a nuisance to Lester and his cronies.”
My mind is buzzing with questions, but I can’t press Austin any further, not now. I want to.
God damn, I so want to.
But I can tell now isn’t the best time.
But soon, like I said, I’m going to need to know.
For now, I can trust him.
Still, I can’t help but wonder about the we he keeps talking about.
And what exactly is going on at Python?
Is he talking about his haven for women philosophy, or is it something more than just that? Either way, it doesn’t matter. Because I trust him and, whatever the conflict is between him and Lester, it won’t change a thing.
I trust Austin’s judgment more than anything right now, and I won’t let all the things Lester told me about him cloud my mind. That bastard tried to poison me with lies, but that stops now.
“Austin, I…” I start saying, but I stop, not finding the right words. I sided with Lester, and I worked with him to spy on Python and Austin… And, God, that’s making me feel horrible. He presses one finger over my lips and hushes me with a smile.
“You don’t need to say anything,” he whispers, smiling gently. Leaning into me, he brushes his lips tenderly against my own. “I promise you: we’re going to get through this. We’ll find a way.”
As I look into his eyes, I find all my fears fading away as if they were being carried by the wind. I believe him. I believe him in a way I’ve never believed anyone before.
Austin is going to make it all right, I just know it.
How?
Because I love him.
Yeah, you heard me. You know, in case you didn’t hear me before.
Destiny Renee is in love with Austin “Python” Price.
I nod at him, a shy smile creeping on my lips. “We’ll get through this,” I repeat, belief turning into certainty.
Yes, we’re going to get through this.
Austin
She’s calmer now, and the way she bounced back from being chased by armed thugs… That tells me that she doesn’t really need a savior. Fuck, if I hadn’t showed up I’m betting that she might have kicked those two guys' asses all by herself. That’s Destiny; she doesn’t need a savior.
It was hard hearing her tell the truth… How Lester twisted her arm so that she would spy on me, and how in the end he fucked her over by raiding her club. But, in a way, it makes me feel better that the truth is out now.
I believe her, and I believe that we’ll get through this.
“Come here,” she purrs, laying one hand on my knee and turning to face me. Smiling, I place my hand on top of hers and lean in, parting my lips and fitting them against hers.
“Are we going to finish what we started back at the club?” I tease her, tucking one lock of hair over her ear. Lifting her legs, she places them over mine and sits on my lap, placing both her arms around my neck. She gives me a gentle kiss and then looks me in the eyes, a grin flourishing on her lips.
“Yes, we are,” she purrs again, and my cock starts hardening. She notices it and, her grin widening, she starts moving her hips and grinding her ass against my growing thickness. “Except this time,” she continues, “I’m going to be the one in control.”
Without giving me the time for a response, she runs her fingers through my hair and yanks. I throw my head back and she just smiles at me, her eyes locked on mine, and then she turns around so that she’s straddling me.
“You think I’ll let you take control like that?” I defy her, but I already know what her answer is going to be.
“I don’t need you to let me do anything… I take what I want, when I want it.” With that, she pushes her skirt up to her waist and presses her crotch against mine. My cock pushes against the fabric of my dress, aching to feel her wet pussy, and she presses hard against it. At the same time, she lets go of my hair and takes both her hands to my shirt. Grabbing me by the collar, she tugs on the shirt fiercely and the buttons pop out of the fabric, scattering all around floor.
“That’s one expensive shirt,” I tease her, enjoying the way she seems to be possessed by a frenzied lust.
“That’s what you get for ruining all of my dresses,” she shoots back, and then leans into me and presses her lips against my neck. Instead of kissing, she pulls my skin between her teeth, biting harshly. I groan as she does it, my cock pulsing violently as I let desire take control over me.
Her hands are on my chest, carefully tracing the contour of my pecs and then going down to the hard lines between my abs; I grab her by the ass, pulling her into me as I lift my hips up from the couch, pressing the shape of my hard cock between her thighs.
Needing her naked body more than I ever needed anything in my life, I then grab at her blouse and pull it out, forcing her to raise her arms up in the air. I throw it to the floor and then lean in at once, taking my mouth right to between her delicious tits. I push one of the cups of her bra down, baring one hard nipple, and lose no time; I wrap my lips around it, circling it with my tongue as my heart starts pounding so loudly it resembles a machine gun.
She moans as I suck hard on her nipple, and so I do the next logical thing; I take my hands to her back and undo the clasp there. With quick movements, I tug the straps down her arms and simply throw the bra on top of her discarded blouse. I lean back against the couch for one simple second, time enough for me to take in the sight of her perfect round and perky tits, her rosy nipples calling to me; I reach for them and squeeze them, her warm flesh shifting under the soft touch of my fingers.
That’s when she decides to reignite the movement of her hips; swaying back and forth, she grinds against my twelve inches like a woman possessed. Fuck, this is so good I might just come like this. Seriously, not all women know how to dance over a man’s cock, but Destiny sure has all the right moves down. But I won’t let myself go like this; when you have a woman like her aching to fuck you, you have to enjoy all of her, and that to the very end. She won’t make it easy for me, though.
Moving with cat-like movements, she suddenly goes up to her feet and turns on her heels. I try and reach for her skirt, deciding to take it off, but she’s faster; she sits back down on my cock, her back to me, and starts rocking her hips once more.
I hook my fingers on her hips and start moving my body as well, trying to keep up with her rhythm. I throw my head back and close my eyes, savoring the way she’s pretty much stroking me with her ass cheeks. Fuck, I just want to ravage her—all of her. I want to fuck her sweet little mouth, take over her tight pussy and show her that her ass is mine. But I have to be honest too; if anything, right now she’s the one showing me that she owns my cock in a way no other woman can. She wasn’t joking when she said she wanted to take control.
“You know what are you doing to me, don’t you?” I whisper, trying to choke down a groan as she thrusts back at my cock even harder.
“I’m driving you crazy, I know that,” she tells me with a delicious chuckle, and starts going so hard that I actually have to tense up every single muscle in my body and take a deep breath to stop myself from coming. Don’t think I’m being weak; any other man would have already come, you can take that to the bank. “And I’m going to keep going until you can’t take it any more.”
“Fuck, I already can’t take it,” I groan, grabbing at her tits and leaning back against the couch. I’m pinching at both her nipples, thrusting against her, and I’m fucking desperate for her pussy.
I slide my hands down the side of her body, taking them to her thighs, and I grab at the string of thong that laces her waist. Breathing out harshly, I pull the thong against her outer thigh, and I only stop when I hear that maddening ripping sound. She raises her hips slightly, allowing me to pull the thong off of her, and then she goes up to her feet. My heart skips a beat as I stare at her bare ass, but then she pivots, turning around to face me. She raises one leg and places her foot right between my thighs, her heel dangerously close to my crotch.
My eyes dart to the delicious slit between her thighs and, as if she can read my thoughts, she goes up on the couch, position her feet by the side of my body. Her pussy is right in front of my face, and I can barely restrain myself. I place my hands on her ass cheeks, grabbing them so hard that she can’t help but moan. I pull her into me, craning my neck so that my mouth is aimed straight at her pussy, and then I lay my lips on her inner thighs. I start kissing up her groin, teasing her, but she just yanks on my hair and forces me to straighten my neck. Moving fast, she pushes her hips forward and presses her pussy right against my mouth. Yeah, she’s taking control, all right.
I open my mouth as wide as I can, sucking on her folds one at a time; I take them inside my mouth, running my tongue up and down their length as I take in her sweet fluids into my mouth. I never thought that a woman’s pussy could taste this fucking heavenly. I swear I could live up on her pussy alone, devouring her for breakfast, lunch and dinner.
“That’s it,” I hear her sigh, the sound of her voice making me devour her even more eagerly. I wrap my lips around her clit, lapping at it with my tongue, and she grabs at my hair even more harshly. I feel the muscles in her thighs tensing up, but she’s not ready to come yet; first, she lifts one leg up, placing her foot on the headrest of the couch and offering me a better angle at her pussy. I don’t let it go to waste and start running my tongue up and down the length of her wetness, ravishing her in such a way that I’m actually surprising myself. I sure know how to go down on a woman, but I don’t think I’ve ever done it this perfectly. Of course, the merit is all hers: she’s driving me so fucking crazy that she’s bringing out the best in me.
With my hands still on her ass, I spread her cheeks wide and then brush one finger over her crack. I place it right above her asshole and then I start pushing my fingertip against it. She gasps, the muscles in her legs tensing up even more, and then I just slide my finger inside her ass. Screaming, she pushes her pussy against my mouth so harshly that I’m surprised she didn’t break my neck.
“Oh, fuck,” she moans, rubbing her pussy all over my face. Jabbing at her insides with my tongue, I feel her pussy tightening up, slight spasms taking over her body. Fuck, I just wish I could feel what she’s feeling right now.
Moving slowly, she finally climbs down from the couch and takes one hard look at me. She grins, her eyes roaming over my lips, and I can only imagine the sight in front of her; her fluids are dripping down my chin, and I probably have a fu
cking stupid smile on my face right now.
“Come,” she orders, offering me her hand. I take it and she pulls me off of the couch. “I want a proper bed this time,” she grins, and I just pull her into me and pick her up. Carrying her in my arms, I walk across the living room and go straight for my bedroom, nudging the door open with the tip of my foot.
I throw her on top of the bed, the mattress shifting under her weight, and I kick off my shoes before following after her. My knees are on the edge of the bed, and she comes closer to me and, placing both her hands on my shoulders, pushes my shirt down my arms. She lunges at me like a feral cat, her mouth going straight for one of my nipples, and she nibbles at it so hard that I wince.
“Fuck,” I hiss as the pain travels up from my nipple and hits my brain like a sledgehammer. She isn’t in control; she’s out of control. And fuck, that sounds even better.
Her hands go to my waist and she grabs my belt furiously. She unbuckles it and then pulls it out from its loops. She then takes it and throws it around my neck, pulling me into her and laying down at the same time. I press my body on top of hers, kissing her, and she finally lets go of the belt.
Pulling back from our kiss, she brushes her mouth down my chin, her lips making the hike toward my abs. There, she licks each one of them with careful deliberate flicks of her tongue, and then goes down to my waistline. She grabs my pants with these furious movements of hers, and pushes the fabric apart; the top button snaps and the zipper goes down by itself, my cock pushing so hard against my boxer briefs I can barely breath.
“I hate your stupid clothing,” she grows as she grabs at my pants, pushing them down my legs. “I want you naked all the time,” she continues, throwing the pants to the floor. Arching her back, she positions her breasts over the shape of my hard cock and lowers her body, my shaft right between her tits.
“You’re crazy,” I breathe out, but I say it with a grin on my lips. Yeah, she’s fucking crazy, but she’s the kind of crazy that always leaves you begging for more and more.
