Sugar Pop (The Riot Crew #2)

4. Lotto

Chapter 4

Lotto

I ’d seen many things in the ring over my years as Bones’ manager—blood, tears, sweat, guts, vomit, cum. The usual.

Never in my life had I seen a fully grown tree.

Not that I could really call it a ring anymore. The tree had completely smashed the ring and taken a few punching bags with it. The wall connected to the showers was half gone, exposing underground pipes. Glass and branches were everywhere. Half of the equipment was buried under rubble and wet leaves.

The only thing still fully intact was the front desk and the Smiley’s nameplate attached to the front. Ironic.

The others were dead silent, surveying the damage to the place we call home. I already knew it would cost an insane amount of money to rebuild the gym. Numbers began running through my head. We’d need to call a surveyor, then the insurance agent to see how bad it really was. A construction company for new walls, windows, and flooring. A plumber, too, probably. The list kept growing the longer I stared at the damage.

Ari sniffed, sucked in a large breath, and said, “What the fuck .”

I huffed an agreement. There was really nothing else to say.

I couldn’t imagine how she felt. Ari poured her blood, sweat, and tears into bringing this place to life. She even encouraged me to scout out some new fighters when we had enough money. All those dreams had gone up in flames.

Or down with a fucking tree, I guess.

“What are we supposed to do?” She was rubbing her forehead so hard I worried she might burn herself. “This can not be happening.”

“Maybe it’s not as bad as it looks,” Bones offered.

“Not as bad as it looks? There’s a fucking tree in the middle of our ring, Bones!”

“I’ll call the city and see if they can come check it out.” Frankie fished around in his pocket for his phone. “Then we’ll know how bad the damage is.”

“And the insurance policy?” I asked.

“Minimum,” Ari sighed. “I had to cut it back before signing Bones. It was too expensive to maintain. I guess that was fucking stupid.”

A headache was already forming at the thought of dealing with insurance claims and assholes who kept Smiley’s from money for some idiotic reason or another.

“You’re not stupid, Ari. Who could have predicted a fucking tree would fall on the building?” Frankie clicked a few times on his phone. “I found the city’s number.”

“What do we need the city for?” Bones complained. “I can call some guys from the fights. I’m sure some of them have chainsaws and trucks to get that tree out of here.”

“While you two do that, we’ll look into the insurance policy.” I reached out to grab Ari’s arm before she could freak out more. I could tell by her expression, she was about to explode. I needed to distract her before the weight of the situation truly sank in. “Meet us inside when you’re done.”

“If there is an inside to meet them in.” Ari’s little sigh was laced with shaky tears. “If the office is ruined, I might not be able to find the papers.”

“We’ll get through this together, angel,” I murmured. The smoothness of my tone relaxed her tense body slightly. “Let’s go.”

Frankie and Bones headed off to make some calls, while Ari and I stepped into the building. On closer look, it wasn’t too bad. The tree had fallen clean into the middle of the room so the front was fucked, along with some of the shower. But half the shower room and the changing room still stood, and the back office was untouched. As we stepped over broken glass and large splintered pieces of wood, Ari let out a mirthless chuckle.

“Dad made it out okay.”

I looked up to where she was pointing. On the wall above the front desk was a framed picture of her dad with a huge smile, arms crossed over his chest. Maybe he was watching over his place and had at least kept half of it from ruin.

Ari opened the office door and stepped inside. As soon as we were both locked in the room, her strong facade dropped and she slumped forward, holding onto a chair for support.

“All of our hard work was for nothing.” She slammed her hand into the back of the chair with a grunt of frustration. “After repairs, we’re going to have nothing left.”

“We won’t know that until we call the insurance company and the city.”

“Lotto, this place is a fucking disaster!” Ari threw her hands up and turned to me, a wild look in her red-rimmed eyes. “I dealt with insurance after my parents passed away. They’re fucking assholes. They will fight you for every single thing!” She kicked the chair in anger, tugging her hair out of its clip so it fell over her shoulders in a mess of silvery white that made her look even more crazed. “As if they’re going to pay up. And the city? They’ll probably offer some removal and get all pissy that we did it ourselves. I don’t trust them.”

“Angel,” I tried, but she ignored me, glaring at the filing cabinet behind her desk.

“It’s only liability insurance because they increased our premiums out of nowhere. Fucking vultures.”

“Angel.”

“How are we supposed to afford this shit and hold tryouts? Not to mention our pay and Bones’ pay?—”

“ Angel .”

The annoyance and heat in my snapped nickname immediately caught her attention. Ari looked back at me with surprise before her demeanor settled into something more demure. Bashful. Submissive.

I knew what she needed.

“Sorry, Lotto,” she apologized softly. “I’m just… overwhelmed.”

“I know.” I moved closer, fiddling with the cufflinks of my dress shirt. “And I’m going to help you.” I rolled up my sleeves to my elbows and circled around her. She stood up a bit straighter, letting me pull her hair away from her shoulders. “Go to the filing cabinet, get the policy, and bend over the desk.”

“What?”

“Don’t question me.” I wrapped my hand around her hair and tugged her head back to look at me. “Do it.”

Her glossy eyes practically fucking sparkled and flushed my body hot. While I loved being in control, I loved being trusted to be in control even more. Ari gave me that trust and more, her sultry gaze telling me everything I needed to know. She slipped from my grasp so she could root around in the filing cabinet and tug a manila folder out of the drawer, and bent over the side of her desk. Her yoga pants clung to her firm ass and her shirt rode up, giving me a teasing glimpse of her silky skin.

I couldn’t wait to make my mark on her.

“Dial the number,” I ordered and hooked my hands around her waistband. “For every thirty seconds you’re on hold, I’ll spank you once and get harder each time. Don’t you dare make a sound or you’ll be punished.” I tugged her pants down so fast Ari gasped. “And if you dare apologize to those fucking assholes, there will be consequences. Do you understand me, angel?”

The edge in my voice made her shiver, and she wiggled her hips to get closer to my body. “Yes, Lotto.”

Ari dialed the number for the insurance company and set the phone on speaker in front of her. Before the automated response even rang through the phone, I slapped her right ass cheek. Her gasp and the fleshy slap covered up the robotic greeting. I rubbed the spot I slapped, counted to thirty in my head as she went through the operating menu, and slapped her left ass cheek a little bit harder. Ari let out a little choked off whine before going dead silent. As I rubbed the blossoming red mark on her ass, I leaned close so she could feel my hardening cock against the back of her thigh.

“Did you just make a sound, angel?”

“No!” Her voice was as shaky as the fingers touching her screen. “Must have heard wrong.”

I slapped her right cheek again, the sting ringing in the air. “Don’t lie to me, angel.”

“It hasn’t been thirty seconds!” She gasped. “That’s not fair?—”

I smacked her left cheek just as hard, squeezing and kneading her reddened flesh. “Now it has.”

“You’re the worst,” she said, but I didn’t miss how her hips swiveled back for more, or the glint of her juices on her folds as she did.

I lost count of how many times I slapped her ass. Insurance companies were the worst at wait times, which gave me plenty of time to wreck Ari’s flesh. When an agent finally fucking answered, her ass was completely red and covered in my fleshy fingerprints.

“Yes, hello, I’m calling about?—”

The rest of her sentence was cut off by a sharp inhalation when I thrust two fingers into her pussy. She was so fucking wet already, all from my spanks and caresses. She could take my cock easily, and I throbbed at the thought of having her tight walls around me. But that would be too easy. I wanted her body to react to me; I wanted her to remember who had brought her stinging pain and overwhelming pleasure.

“Hello?” the agent asked. When Ari tried talking again, I slammed my fingers into her, my pace brutal from the start.

“Hi. My name is Ari Dexter, and I’m calling about my insurance claim.”

Each word was punctuated by a small gasp of breath. I had to hand it to her. She was playing by my rules, even as I grazed my thumb over her clit and matched my quick pace. Her hips and legs shook with each circle of my finger, and her walls squeezed my fingers with each drag and scissor. Ari the professional, even when she was about to come all over my fingers.

I worked her as they discussed the case and the insurance plan, adding a third finger to stretch her for my cock. I thought she might actually make it, but when I curled my fingers and pressed down just right on her clit, Ari moaned right into the receiver.

“Ma’am? Are you okay?”

Ari looked back at me with wide eyes. “Um…” When I smirked, she shivered. “I stubbed my toe. Can I have a second?”

“Let me place you on hold while I look up some information.”

I ripped my fingers from her as soon as the hold music started playing. “Get on your knees, angel. You know the rules.”

At my gruff command, Ari sank to the floor, sitting on her knees in front of me. I undid my pants and took out my stiff cock, pumping a few times before bumping the tip against her mouth.

“Open.”

She obeyed immediately, and I thrust my cock into her mouth. When she started to suck, I pulled from her mouth and smacked my cock against her wet lips.

“You’re a cock-warmer, angel. Sit there and take it.”

Ari opened her mouth again, lolling her tongue out to show she was ready. Fuck, I loved how she was always so willing for me. I could make a mess of her entire body, and she’d still come begging for more. I thrust my cock back into her mouth and placed a hand on the back of her head, bumping against the back of her throat. My strokes were deliberately slow. I wanted to keep her mouth stuffed with me so no one else could hear her pretty moans.

The hold music stopped, and the agent’s voice rang out over the speakers.

“All right ma’am, I’ve requested an appraiser come to your establishment. Will tomorrow be okay with you?”

I pulled from her mouth and nodded at the phone. Ari simply replied, “Yes, that’s perfect,” before opening her mouth for me again.

As the agent rattled on about the process, I fucked Ari’s mouth, a hand in the back of her hair keeping her close. She stared up at me with wet eyes, parting her legs further so I could see the slickness covering her cunt. All I wanted was to stuff her every hole with my cum, all while Jack on the phone sat there, none the wiser.

But then the asshole said, “I’m going to need to ask you a few questions before we can make a claim, is that okay?”

This is why I hated dealing with these bastards. How hard was it to file some paperwork and get off the phone?

I ripped my cock from her mouth and snapped my fingers, gesturing toward the desk. Ari hopped up and blinked up at me, waiting for my next instruction. I parted her thighs and grabbed her hand, setting it over her wet pussy.

“Yes,” she answered both me and the agent breathlessly, immediately jamming her fingers into her tight cunt.

I grabbed my cock and started stroking as I watched her fuck herself. She was desperate, humping her hand and biting her lip to keep from moaning again. With my free hand, I reached forward and circled her clit, smirking when her eyes rolled to the back of her head. The agent said something but Ari missed it, too busy slipping a third finger into her cunt.

“Ma’am?”

“Sorry, what?—”

I slapped her clit so hard, Ari yelped. Her glossy eyes popped open, and she stared at me with a mix of dark heat and apology.

“Don’t do it again,” I threatened lowly, pushing her down so she was lying fully on the desk.

She nodded and licked her lips. “One more time, please.”

I chuckled, slapping her clit more lightly this time. Her hips jerked into my hand, and she fucked herself with even more fervor. I spat on my hand and worked my cock faster, eyes on how easily her pussy swallowed her fingers. Juice dripped down her folds and thighs, and her entire body shook with pleasure.

Ari was being so good that I kept working her clit until she jerked and arched into her own touch. Her eyes landed on me, and with a sound so quiet I barely heard it, whimpered my name. The next second she was coming all over her fingers, head thrown back with a halo of silver-blond all around her. I watched her fuck herself through her intense release, circling her clit to heighten her pleasure even more. Only when she jerked away from my hand did I stop, wiping my wet fingers on my dick and stroking faster.

She grinned at me as she parted her swollen, wet folds, giving me a front-row seat to her perfect pussy and the mess she’d made. All for me. I stroked myself faster, pleasure tingling up my spine with a few strokes of my reddened tip. It didn’t take long for me to explode and coat her cunt and thighs with my cum. Ari shifted dangerously close to the edge of the desk, spreading her legs wider like she wanted me to claim her.

I fought to catch my breath, staring at the mess I’d made of the beautiful vixen beneath me.

Between my cum all over her and my handprints on her ass, I’d certainly made my mark.

“Can I do anything else for you today?” the agent questioned.

Ari smiled at me slyly, dipping her finger into the cum on her thighs. “No, I think we’re good.” She popped the finger into her mouth, sucking it completely dry, and smiled. “Thank you so much for all your help.”