35. Torin
THIRTY-FIVE
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She stares at me with those sky blues and plush pink lips, and I don’t think I could get any harder for her if I tried.
I love that she doesn’t have any lipstick on. The thought of her wrapping them around my cock without leaving a mark, and teasing my own fucking self as if she was never there only makes the knot of lust coursing through me that much stronger.
Except, she could lose the look that I’m a complete fucking moron who just happened to drag her to a bathroom to get my dick sucked like a horny teenager.
And when she’s around, that’s all I seem to be.
So maybe she’s not far off.
“Do what now?” she solicits slowly as though either she or I aren’t catching on to the moment that’s happening right now.
I’ve well caught on, but she’s going to need some work.
I’m not sure if the whole dating Levi Wallace bullshit is true, but I’ve been using it as an excuse to make myself feel better. That it’s the only reason why I want her, because fucking over the King of South Shore only gives me another notch to the shit I’ve done to that prick already.
The dude is a fucking cunt with a chip on his shoulder and the idea that he gets to sink himself deep inside the woman currently standing in front of me annoys me.
I loathe that it does anything to me.
This is how kingdoms fall and armies go to war. Women can do exactly what I’m ordering Bay to do and make us fall to our knees. She’s nothing I’ve ever encountered before and that’s what makes her more threatening to me.
Especially now that she’s Emilio Wildes's alleged daughter.
To which, I’m getting my own DNA test done while she’s on her knees sucking me off. I’m sure Emilio has had his shit done, but I need mine just to make this all real. That I’m not going over a woman who might be the downfall to everything Cairo, Reeve, and I have created.
I can fuck her all I want, sure.
Apart from her being beautiful, it doesn’t solve my problem. If she gets it in her head that she can take The Landings, everything my boys and I have worked for is about to take a shit.
And I can’t have that happen.
“Did you need me to teach you?” I prod. “Because that’s actually better for me. I can teach you how I like it.”
“Can you?” Her pupils flare, and I can’t read her.
Never seem to be able to.
“Whatever you want, baby.”
“Why would I do that?” Her eyes fall to my chest as if she’s reluctant or withdrawn from the idea. “I’m not into power plays.”
“That’s a misconception,” I counter. “Where’s my power while, yes, I’d love for you to suck me off and swallow me whole, but you’re the one that could make me get into my feelings. Besides…I thought that was your gameplay. Make me fall madly in love with you so I’d off Emilio.”
“That’s changed.” Those warm blues stroll back to mine. “He’s threatening every inch of my family.”
I’m not entirely sure about all that. It’s not surprising, however. The only good thing she has right now is Wallace. And, really, that dickhead has gotten pretty close to purging the world of Emilio.
“It’s his only power play,” I convey. “He’s not going to touch them.”
“Then maybe you should tell him that’s a play to get yourself shot.”
“I’ve noticed.” I lean forward but fall short of her lips. Those things I don’t trust on mine. That lush mouth may just suck the soul out of me. “Why don’t you send me away with a parting gift the next time I run into you? I’ll repay the favor.”
“What makes you think we’re going to keep fucking around with each other?”
“Because we both like it. And we’re both here.”
She slowly rocks her head back and forth but doesn’t utter a word. And when I think she’s going to make a move to leave me alone with a rock-hard cock, she slides down the wall and haunches onto her knees.
The button of my jeans is made quick work of before she’s yanking down at the fabric, getting them halfway down my ass before sliding her small fingers into my boxers and brushing my cock.
My palm falls to the wall, looking down as she removes my length, and goes right in for the kill.
No more words.
No smart-ass remarks.
No foreplay or strokes.
Her lips wrap tight around my cock and my knees almost buckle.
“Fuck…” I ground out. “We’re not into the bullshit, I see.”
She deep throats me then, causing my fingers to curl into fists against the side of the bathroom and my other to lace through the thick locks of her hair.
I’m not going to last long.
And if it weren’t clear before…Bay Astor has more power than what I gave her credit for when I found her again. If she’s dating Levi Wallace, I can see why he allows her free rein to wherever she wants. I’m sure she wears the pants in the relationship while he runs South Shore.
But if he knew what she’s doing to me now…that’s she’s ridden my cock and took me like a fucking champ. How she made me blow my load so hard that I was seeing spots in my vision, he can’t really blame me for wanting more if he’s had her like that.
Except for two times now…that may cause a few flying bullets to fly.
Fuck that, if she were mine, I’d filet myself.
Her teeth lightly grate down my shaft, reminding me that one little clamp of them and she can cause serious damage.
It’s not the only thing she can do. If Emilio convinces her of a better life than what she may have in South Shore, I might need to stay on her good side until the boys and I figure something out.
Then you probably shouldn’t have her on your shirt in a dirty ass bathroom.
We’ll see if it gets to that point first.
“Be careful, Wildfire,” I warn. “I like a little pain but not biting.”
She grips my upper thigh and squeezes, and my brain wants to register it as she’s enjoying herself down there while my rational side warns me that she doesn’t give a fuck.
The best part of her week would be to bite my whole pecker off and feed it to a fish.
Her soft moans resonate underneath me and it does nothing to help the flutter in my balls wanting to break through the barrier of coming. How almost embarrassingly fast it took when she enclosed those beautiful lips around me and sucked me off like a pro.
She doesn’t need me to guide her to do anything. Bay can do whatever she wants with no assistance needed.
“Damn, Wildfire…keep going.” She doesn’t, she slows down to torment me more. “For someone who didn’t want to do this…you definitely want to make me last.”
Her mouth slides off me. “It’s good to study your enemy, Pretty Boy. Because don’t get it fucked up, that’s exactly what we’ll always be.”
My teeth grind against each other, irritated that she’s just like me. That this isn’t going to change anything. She’s not going to fall for me and I’m sure as hell am going to take precautions to do the same.
The tip of my dick hits the back of her throat and I almost die. My exhales dissipate and don’t bring in any more air.
Bay sucks hard, gliding her tongue underneath my length and I can’t hold on any longer.
“I’m going to fuck this mouth,” I convey. “And I’m going to show you exactly how I like it.”
She doesn’t fight me, releasing my leg and raising both her hands in silent surrender. I clasp both of her wrists with one hand and keep the other on her head and that’s when I fuck her throat, hearing her gasp for air before I’m easing up to let her breathe.
She purposely scrapes her teeth along the sides to keep me in check, but I still pick up the pace as she tightens her hold with her mouth.
“If you don’t swallow, spit,” I leer. “Because I’m going to come.”
One of her middle fingers extends over her others and I smile.
Yeah, she’s a fucking treacherous path to stride down.
Another hit at the back of her throat, and I combust, ropes of my release filling her mouth, and I’m barely able to hold myself upward.
And it’s then that I realize I’m shaking.
Releasing her hands, Bay helps herself up, still keeping between me and the wall as I pant through my orgasm.
Her blue eyes are watered but still vibrantly beautiful and she opens her mouth, tongue extended, and my cock twitches in glee that she swallowed all of me.
“Fuck…”
“Am I free to go?”
A chuckle forms in my chest because, if anything, she’s a fucking brat and a half.
My thumb brushes away a bite of saliva from the corner of her mouth and it glides over her cheek. “If you must.”
Her blues fall down the front of me. “You gonna be able to walk again, or do you need a few moments?”
“I need a wheelchair.” There’s no jesting to my tone, but a small laugh escapes her lips, making my chest do this weird-ass twist thing.
“Will that work on the others, too?”
I bore down a glare at her, immediately catching on to her meaning. “There are no others. You don’t touch Ramsey. I told you?—”
“Fuck that psycho,” she professes with a twist of her nose. “I meant Cairo and Reeve.”
Still not a fan of that answer either.
“Why the hell would you want to go to them?”
Bay rolls those blues as if I’m slow. “Dude, if I can make them not move and paralyze them with a blow job, why wouldn’t I try? Be easier than convincing you.”
“Keep those lips away from anyone else. You need something, you come to me.”
“Sounds spoiled and selfish.”
“Sounds like you need to do it again if you think you need more,” I ground out because she’s pissing me off again.
She would bring up my boys in this conversation. Cairo would never go for it; however, Reeve has made it more than clear that he’d love to break a piece.
And she’s not me.
She’ll never be mine.
But the thought of her wanting more because I couldn’t satisfy her plentiful need for dick is irritating.
It would be for any man. Not just me.
Bay pats my shoulder, patronizing me and possibly denting my self-esteem. “Of course, Pretty Boy.”
“You thinkin’ I’m playing?”
“Never.”
“I swear to God?—”
“Calm down.” She smiles sweetly at me. “You’ll have my throat sore for days.”
“I highly doubt that. Your motor mouth has a lot of stamina.”
“Don’t sell yourself short.” She ducks underneath one of my arms, but I’m not ready for her to go just yet.
My palm falls to her chest as I wedge her against the wall again. “Wildfire…I’ve told you a million times already. Stop doing whatever you’re doing. Find a way out of this.”
“What would you suggest?” One of her brows flies to the ceiling. “You wouldn’t happen to have his schedule, would you? Somewhere I could have him jumped then disappear?”
“I don’t.”
“Mhm.” She lifts her shoulders. “Then I don’t know what way I can find out of this, Pretty Boy.”
“Just stay away from Emilio.”
She rolls her eyes. “I told you, he’s threatening my family. I’m not sure how much more descriptive I can be about that.”
“He’s not going to hurt the people you love if he wants to gain yours.”
“I’m not willing to risk that.” Her fingers curl around the waistband of my gym shorts. “And you need to stop fucking around with Levi. He’s starting to lose his patience.”
“Is that what he said?”
“It’s what I’ve seen.”
“Don’t allow him to use you as a pawn, baby. You’re better than that.”
Bay holds her gaze on me for a moment before reaching down and grabbing her bags. “Which one?”
“Both. I don’t want to see what happened to you like I did with Matteo.”
Her nostrils flare, but she doesn't look up at me again. I hit a nerve. A memory. I’m betting a pretty bad one, too.
I drop my hand to give her space and watch as she whips open the restroom door to leave.
Hitting me in the face with the reality that having her do this was a very bad idea. Because I’m chasing down a dream that almost stays with me but never stays within my grasp when I wake up.