“I don’t think you’re supposed to do that,” she whimpers, but I notice her body is pushing harder and harder against my cock. Somehow, the bastard has moved so that she’s grinding against him just right. Each movement of her hip has her sliding back and forth on my dick so that she’s jacking me off in the most fucking erotic way possible.
“I’m the boss,” I growl, moving from her breasts to her neck. I suck the side of her neck, loving how her pulse thrums against my tongue. I let go and find the juncture of her neck and shoulder, teasing it with my teeth. “I can do whatever the fuck I want.”
“Can you make me come, before I do you? Just like this?” she dares me.
Her question causes me to freeze as it registers, and then I smile. Challenge accepted. My mouth goes back to her breasts. I use my fingers on one and my mouth on the other to torture them both at the same time. Her thrusts against my cock quicken, her nails biting into my back so strong the pain adds to my need. My free hand that I have pulling her hip down, I move to the back of her ass. I push my fingers into that dark fold where the string of her thong rests. My fingers find the small entrance to her ass as if they were born to do that very thing. I push against it, though I never allow a finger inside.
“Oh, sweet Jesus,” Ana exhales. “Roman,” she whimpers and I know she’s close. I can feel it from the way she’s riding me.
“I’m going to win, pet,” I tell her with a grin, one finger pushing into her ass so the tip of it goes in.
“If you come first, I’ll lick your dick clean and drink it all down,” she growls, biting into my ear. She’s so far gone, I’m not sure she even realizes what she’s saying. She’s an animal, driven by instinct and filled with lust. That gets to me even more than her words. I thrust against her, moving both hands to her hips to command her body. I work her body against the ridge of my cock and she’s helping me at the same time. I can feel my load gathering and I know I’m going to blow. I’m determined to hold back until after her, though. When she bites into my neck, hard enough that I know she’s going to leave a mark, that’s not possible. She’s marking me.
I growl. My hand wraps into her hair and I take her mouth, hard. Our lips collide, our teeth and our tongues. It’s all out of control, but then everything about what’s going on between us right now is. I bite into her lip and notice the coppery taste of blood. I slide my tongue along it, taking that too, just as I go over the edge and come in my pants like a damn kid. My tongue is taking over her mouth and I’m going to push her over with me.
“Boss!” the banging on the door stops us both.
“Fucking hell,” I mumble letting go of her mouth. “Go away!” I yell. Ana’s lips spread into a smile.
“Boss! It’s urgent. Bruno called!”
I stiffen, regretfully pulling Ana away from me. She whimpers, but goes.
“What’s going on?” I yell again. The music in the room stops and I look down to see Ana push the button, shutting the speakers off along the back of the wall. She obviously knows the layout of the place. She’s also too fucking good at lap dancing. Why does that feel like something I should make note of?
“The police raided The Stable,” Joe says.
Motherfucker. I look over at Ana and watch as she buttons up the shirt she had on before. All excitement has left her eyes. Something else is there now and I have no idea what.
“This isn’t finished,” I warn her.
“You better go. You might want to change, though,” she whispers, her face flushed and avoiding my eyes. I look down at my crotch and see a small wet circle reminding me that she made me come in my pants like a fucking kid.
“I’ll have a driver waiting for you out front, Ana. He’ll take you back to my place, pet, and we’ll finish this,” I tell her, my voice harsh because the last thing I want to do is leave her.
“You better go see to business,” she says with a weak smile, though she’s still not looking at me.
I grab the side of her neck and pull her to me, giving her a kiss.
“Soon, Ana. Soon,” I tell her before growling my frustration out and leaving.
“You’re late,” Paul’s voice says in my ear.
I pinch the bridge of my nose. It’s been a rough day, I’m frustrated as hell and the last thing I need is Paul bitching at me. “Have you heard anything from Allen?”
“Nothing, Ana. I’m sorry.”
“Fuck.”
“How did your meeting with Roman go?”
My meeting. I don’t have to have a mirror to know I’m blushing. I can feel the heat in my face. “I think I passed the test.”
“Good, keep your head down and stay out of his line of sight.”
Yeah, too late for that, Paul.
“Yes, daddy. Can we let it go now? We knew this was going to happen. It’ll be fine. I just need you to keep looking for Allen.”
“Ana, you need to prepare yourself for the—”
“Not now, Paul. I know you mean well, but right now I need to believe that Allen is alive. Until something shows me otherwise, I’m keeping with that.”
“Okay, sweetheart. I’ll let you know if we find anything. You checking in the same time tomorrow?”