45. Cairo
FORTY-FIVE
cairo
“What the fuck are you doing here, Little T?”
On the other side of my hotel room door stands the girl I can’t stop thinking about. By choice or not, she’s always a subject of conversation, always being brought up, always the fuck around.
She lifts a bottle of Jack Daniels in one hand, then shows me a fat blunt in the other before I find myself stepping aside and making room for her to enter.
She can’t stay here.
Vivian is off getting pampered, and I was bought some time away from her to regain some of my sanity back, but it’s gone the moment my eyes land on Bay Astor.
In a black crop top and some of the shortest jean shorts I’ve ever seen, her blue eyes remain locked on me as she steps up to my chest and offers me all the shit I’ve been mulling over for too long.
This girl is trouble.
I can see how easy it is to get wrapped up, and I have to keep my head on straight.
No one else is.
“You’re welcome,” she replies, as if I’m supposed to know what the hell that means.
“For what?”
She wraps her lips around the juicy blunt and twists open the bottle of Jack in her hands. “For getting rid of Vivian.”
My eyebrows clash together at how casually she just said that, but I’m still not picking it up. “She’s having a spa treatment.”
“A free one, right?” I watch as she fishes a lighter out of her jeans. “Some random chick at the front desk called and congratulated her about winning one?”
There’s no way she knows that.
Unless she did that.
“It was you?” I solicit, watching her light the end of the blunt and working the embers to stay lit.
“I didn’t make the call. But I did make sure she has the experience of her life.”
I should get pissed about it.
Not because I care, but because whatever Bay did, I’m going to hear Vivian bitch about it for half a century later.
However, I can’t help but stand here and be equally shocked and in awe of Bay Astor with how fucking creative she is.
“Where is she, Little T?”
Bay flicks those sexy eyes up to me, and zero remorse lies in the depths of those blues. “Locked in a closet somewhere.”
She’s got to be kidding me.
However, no humor lands across her face as she inhales the cannabis and offers the shit to me.
Mindlessly, I pluck it from her grasp because I’m going to need it. This weekend is shot, and Vivian is going to want a redo, but I don’t give those out.
Not to her.
“So, you decided to save me?”
Bay hoists the bottle to her lips. “I came to thank you for keeping Muncy off me and my boys.” She wraps her lips around the glass and takes a generous sip as I watch how perfect that mouth looks encased around something hard. “And I never want you to do this again.”
My placid expression lifts. “Oh really? You’re giving out orders now?”
“I am.” Her tongue darts across her lower lip to pick up the excess of the whiskey she just took. “Especially if I’m going to be putting some time in you, Sinatra.”
“Time…” I repeat softly. “You think you need to watch your investment.”
“I need to watch my so-called ally. And he’s sleeping with my enemy.”
“I’m not sleeping with Vivian.”
“And when’s the last time you’ve done that?”
I don’t remember.
It was before Ozzy was arrested and went to prison. I haven’t touched her since then, even though she’s tried. I’ve woken up to her in my bed a few times stroking my cock. She even once had it down her throat, and I contemplated keeping it there just to come, but immediately remembered my brother behind bars.
The last woman in the world Bay needs to worry about is Vivian Muncy. I’ve been playing this game with her for years. She tries her luck, I ignore her, then she gets mad and takes off for a little bit.
But Vivian always comes back to me.
Unfortunately.
“I’m failing to see how my sex life is any of your business, Little T. You need to stay in your lane.”
“You’re in my lane,” she retorts before shoving the hard bottle into my chest with some force. “You keep swerving into it. And if you want me to trust you, your dick isn’t going to be in Vivian Muncy when I’m around.” A mirthless scoff leaves my throat, and Bay notices. “I’m sorry, would you like me to bring her in here?”
“Sweetheart, I know you can beat Vivian’s ass. You don’t need to show me.”
“Apparently, I do.” Her blue eyes shimmer with rage and a whole lot of South Shore petty. “Because not only can I beat her ass, Sinatra, but I can show you exactly how you’re not going to do this again.”
“I’m intrigued.”
And I am.
Especially when she waltzes in here, looking like fucking sex on legs and is throttling every piece of composure I have.
Bay smirks, then raises the bottle of Jack higher for me to take hold of, which I do.
Then she drops right to her haunches and levels her face with my already straining cock.
Hell fucking no.
I begin to take a well-needed step back, but her fingers grab onto the button of my jeans, and I’m deadlocked in place. I couldn’t move if a grenade flew in here and exposed us to death, before Bay makes expert work of releasing my aching cock. Every strain of pressure she puts on it to get it out makes it twitch in her grasp.
I haven’t fucked someone in too long, but I don’t have time. Nor have I found anyone who makes me want to unleash all my pent-up aggression.
I would with her.
But there’s one shred of caution that I’m going to throw out there for her sake.
“Let’s get one thing straight, Little Terror,” I muster to get out. “I’m not Torin, and I sure as fuck am not Reeve.”
“No shit.” Her tongue flicks out and grazes the tip of my length before she squeezes it and wraps her mauve lips around the fucker.
I immediately take a hit of the blunt still in my hands as I oppose the strong urge to thrust forward and make her take all of me.
Fast.
Hard.
No breathing.
“You may want to stop,” I warn her as I exhale smoke through my lips. “Because we’re not doing this your way.”
She doesn’t.
Shocker.
Bay only takes me deeper and uses that wicked tongue against me. She lashes out and sucks, playing and enticing me to take control of the situation.
My balls clench unwillingly at how fucking amazing she feels and how she looks down there.
Her thick thighs are spread as Bay bobs her head around my dick like she’s trying everything in her power to make me lose my mind. I need to see this as it is and not what I’d like it to be.
Bay wants loyalty, and that doesn’t include outsiders.
I mean, she doesn’t need to suck me off to get that, but I can’t say that I’m not enjoying the view or the way my body is losing its shit right now.
Taking a generous sip of the Jack Daniels she brought, it’s the only way I’m going to get through this. Slightly buzzed and because my conscience is attempting to creep in here.
I’m not Torin.
And I’m definitely not Reeve.
But while they nurse their emotions, I’m falling right down into the dark pit they’ve gotten themselves into with the woman who has been misunderstood, made bad choices, and is trying to right some wrongs.
And she’s married to Oz.
“You’ve made your point,” I ground out. “Now, fuck off—” I go down her throat, and it cuts off the warning and order.
Bay doesn’t let up.
She fucking keeps going and going. There’s no doubt she’s aware of what she’s going up against, and yet, she came here of her own free will to see me.
I can’t help but like that.
Shouldn’t—it’s fucking stupid—but I do.
Bay Astor is a wet dream, and her body is sin at its finest. I’m not immune to it, and I’m surely going to hell for the things I want to do to it.
“I warned you, Little T,” I say one more time. “Let off.”
I should expect pigs to fly before Bay does anything she doesn’t want to do. Her black hair sways across her back as she works me into oblivion. A place I never thought I’d be at with her, but here we are.
And I didn’t even force her to do it.
I thrust forward, earning more of her mouth, and she fucking moans through the stillness and quiet of the hotel room.
My grip on the Jack Daniels bottle releases, opting for her hair as it falls to the floor with an unforgiving thud. I yank on her dark locks and force her to let me go when it was a mistake all along.
Her lips are red, and her eyes glistening in tears from taking me so deep, and I never thought she could look more beautiful than she does now.
And I’m fucked.
“Queens and rulers don’t get down on their knees to make alliances, Little T. You’re going about this the wrong way.”
Nah, she’s doing everything right.
Because I’d give her anything she wanted with her mouth wrapped around me.
“I’m neither of those things,” she replies. “I’m just the little slut walking around to get what I want.”
I slowly begin to rock my head back and forth. “Nice try. Using the South Shore thing isn’t going to get you what you want.”
“Isn’t that what you’re trying to do? You want me to side up. I am South Shore, Sinatra.”
“I know you are. But you don’t need to persuade me of anything. I’m on board?—”
“I said I didn’t want you to do this again,” she rasps out, glowering up at me as if I’m a fucking idiot. “And you won’t .”
No, I won’t.
I’d figure out some way to make Vivian keep her mouth shut, but Bay promised me she’d stay away so I might not need to worry about that in the future.
“You’ve made your point,” I emit as my cock twitches its retort of the matter. But I still reach down to help her up anyway. “Now, go home?—”
“You don’t want to come in my mouth?” I blink once because she didn’t just ask me that. Not her. Not ever. “I didn’t get down here because I was trying to make my ass bigger. Give me what I want.”
“You don’t want—” She bats my hand away from her head and sharpens her glower.
“You don’t tell me what I want. You tell me that I’m a good little girl for getting on my knees and taking this big dick?—”
“You’re not being a good girl,” I retort. “But a little slut for taking what you think you can have.”
Bay lifts her shoulders. “Then treat me like your little slut. Show me what you do to them.” She leans forward and brushes her bottom lip around my tip. “How would you use my mouth, daddy? Would you make me choke on it?” Her tongue grazes underneath it, and my body shudders. “Do you need me to beg for it?”
She’d never beg.
However, I’d still love to see if I can make her.
Lowering myself down to my haunches, I get level with her and expose her little challenge to see how far she’s willing to go.
“How wet is this pussy, Little Terror?” I run my fingers over her jean-clad cunt, the material tight across her skin from the position she’s in. “Were you looking for me to make you come again?”
She bobs her head as I lean forward and nestle my face against her jaw, exposing her throat to me.
“How hard did you come?”
“So hard,” she replies instantly. “And I’m soaked.”
“Of course you are,” I reply evenly, trying to ignore the way my body is growing impatient as all fuck. “No one has paid your pretty little pussy any attention lately.”
“Cairo—”
“You’re not coming tonight,” I cut in, running my lips across her skin. “But you are going to make me come. You’re going to spread your lips…and take me like a good little slut. And that’s all you’re going to be tonight.”
I expect her to shove me away and call me every name under the sun, but Bay doesn’t move.
She doesn’t speak.
She doesn’t do anything but take what I give her and keep rubbing my fingers along her cunt.
“Last chance to bow out,” I tell her. “Because once I have a hold of you…it doesn’t matter what you say, I’m getting what I want.”
“Do it then,” she provokes simply and, if I didn’t know any better, confidently. “Stop talking about it and—” I shoot up to my feet and grip my cock before shoving it between her lips.
She can stop talking about testing me.
I’m done playing fucking nice.
I didn’t start this—she did—I’m only finishing it. It’s time to show Bay what I really am behind my calm demeanor, and how I say what I mean, and I’ve allowed too many of her antics to go unpunished.
This is on her.
She sought me out and arrived looking like a goddamn crime against humanity. I was minding my own business when she came here.
And if she wants something from me, she’s going to get it.
Bay chokes a bit as I deepthroat her mouth, and nice guy that I am, I allow her a bit of air before doing it again.
However, it doesn’t take long for me to start losing that control I like so much. To have what I’ve dreamed about right in my fucking hands as I lace my fingers through Bay’s soft hair and manage all the control.
It’s then I realize there’s nothing in my world that’s better than this besides being between her legs and fucking her like I have in my head.
She takes me like a fucking champ as I pound into her mouth like I would her pussy. Her fingers clamp onto my thighs to stay grounded and accept everything I give her.
Everything.
From the easy strokes to the ones that I can’t bear to tame down. She holds my gaze with purpose, showing me she’s unafraid, and still holding some control of how she can make me come by just being here.
I feel a strong wave begin to build inside me, warning me of the orgasm taking shape and on the cusp of exploding. Pressing on, I want this to last a bit longer, but I’m losing the fight to hold on to it.
Especially when she’s so warm and accommodating.
How, when she chokes, it’s still around my cock and Bay holds on like the warrior she is in this game.
“So fuckin’ good,” I praise her as I tilt her head up a bit. “You’re my little slut, aren’t you, Little T. Only mine. No one else’s.”
She doesn’t acknowledge that, and I know why. I’m not the only player in the game, and her heart is still attached.
So, I rearrange my words because I’m fully aware that, in the grand scheme of things, she’s too unworldly to ever solely be mine.
“I didn’t hear an answer,” I press. “You might be Torin’s Wildfire and Reeve’s McQueen and future whatever the fuck, but your my little South Shore slut. You take my cock exactly how I want you to. And if you don’t like that, you can stay the hell away from me. I might look the other way when it comes to my brothers, but you won’t be to them what you are to me.”
She bobs her head to that, and I’m relieved to see we’re on the same page.
That we’re somewhere.
Releasing her hair, I stop moving and hold her stare. “Make me come. And swallow all of it.”
She immediately goes to work, not disappointing in her performance, but it’s hard to remain still. It’s torture to not just take it for myself, but I want to see how much she wants to be what I just said.
Fuck me, it doesn’t take long.
Not as long as I wanted it to.
She might not be taken care of in the cunt department, but I’m right with her with my cock. I haven’t fucked anyone in months, and that was arbitrary, at best. Nothing has compared to this.
Not even Vivian back in the day when I was head over heels and stupid as hell.
When Bay deepthroats me again, I lose it. For once, I relinquish all power and come deep and hard down her throat as she takes me like a fucking champ.
My legs shake, and I feel on the brink of collapse but hold as steady as I possibly can as I slowly come back down from my high.
When I’m fully done, I find the strength to reach down and heave Bay up to her feet, wrapping my arm around her waist and plowing my lips into hers.
She receives my kiss with fervor, opening my lips wider with her own and showing me how much she craves her own release.
But I’m not going to give it to her.
Not because I’m solely an asshole, but I need to come down and get my head on straight. Fucking Bay or doing anything with her right now, especially when I don’t know when Vivian is coming back, is a danger all on its own.
“You did good, Little Terror,” I mutter against her mouth. “Next time, I’m going to show you how much I appreciate it.”
“Why don’t you do that right now?” she whimpers, chasing my lips and laying down another kiss.
“Because I want you dripping the next time I see you.”
“I already am.”
I smile, but not because I’m happy with it but because I know what she’s doing. “Thanks for the blunt.”
I expect disappointment to illuminate her features, but I get nothing.
As much as I’m fucking with her and her future orgasm, Bay volleys with, “Where is it?”
I don’t remember dropping it, but it’s no longer in my damn hands. And I don’t miss that she’s not begging me to get between her thighs and suck her dry.
“Fuck if I know.” The floor obviously, but I’m keeping the shit. Fuck knows what kind of tantrum Vivian is going to have when she gets back. “Let me walk you to your car?—”
“I got it, Sinatra. No need to be a gentleman now after you just fucked my mouth like an animal.”
“I just want to make sure?—”
“I’m a big girl,” she retorts. “No need to go through all the trouble.” She pats my chest. “Remember what I said.”
She leaves me no choice about what we’ve just done as she pries herself out of my hold and starts for the door.
And when she opens it, she doesn’t look back or give me a withering, seductive stare, she just leaves.
Taking my thoughts but not what the hell just happened with her.