Chapter 4 Sydney
Sydney
Sydney’s already hammering heart skipped a beat the moment he claimed her mouth with such feral possession her knees buckled. She wrapped her arms around him and pulled him against her chest. She returned his kiss with fevered passion.
Adrenaline coursed through her veins, charging every molecule. She moaned as his tongue danced with hers. Her skin blazed in the wake of his hands skimming around her hips to grip the roundness of her ass and lift her.
She clung to him and gently bit on his bottom lip. Lava flowed through her, heating her core to volcanic temperatures. She was out of her damn mind, and she knew it.
To be fair, she’d never walked in on a beating before. Nor had she stabbed anyone in her life. This was a fantastic high she never knew existed.
Without breaking their kiss, the unknown man turned, keeping her tight against him as he took several steps toward the lavish leather sofa against the wall of her former boss’s, their victim’s, corner office.
He pulled back, and she met the blackness of his eyes. Black. He had pitch-black eyes. They couldn’t be natural, but it was fucking hot. Her slick sex pulsed as he dropped her, and she landed with a whoosh onto the cushions.
Wasting no time, the unfamiliar man stared at her as he undid his belt.
“Condoms?” rumbled from his chest.
The raw, animalistic tone made her quiver with desire. She couldn’t remember the last time anyone had looked at her with needy hunger like that.
“Top drawer,” she pointed to the desk.
One of her personal assistant tasks was to make sure Mitchell was well stocked with birth control.
Though that seemed futile. He’d impregnated not only his wife, but two of his twenty-something mistresses this year alone.
The guy was a menace and had to be stopped.
She and her new best friend had done the world a service.
As she reached and undid the snaps of her unnecessary suspenders, he strolled over to the clunky, gaudy mahogany desk. As she shimmied her plaid shorts down her legs with her leggings and panties, the man dressed as a creepy blue clown rifled through the desk.
“Right side,” she directed as she allowed her clothing to fall to the floor.
She was out of her damn mind. Maybe it was the bourbon. Perhaps there’d been more in that cider than she’d realized. Sydney had never been this reckless in her life.
Deciding to quit on a whim. Stabbing her boss. And now she was about to fuck this guy she didn’t even know and couldn’t have been more exhilarated.
This was what living felt like.
Spreading her bare thighs, she reached between them and swirled her fingers in her arousal moistening her pussy. Stroking her own bean, she arched as she replayed the vision of the letter opener slicing his skin and the spray of arterial blood spurting from the wound.
Groaning, her new lover stalked toward her.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” he muttered as his pants fell.
Her gaze drifted and landed upon the long and thick erection jutting toward her from his pelvis. She licked her lips, half surprised there wasn’t a nest of blue curls at the base. Sitting up, she raised her attention to his face.
“You’re something else,” he growled as he fisted his dick and brought the square wrapper to his teeth.
Smirking, emboldened, she reached for his hips and tugged him to her.
Sydney raised her eyes as she flicked her tongue against the swollen, mushroomed tip of his cock.
He moaned. Raising his head, he tore open the condom.
She assumed they had little time, but there were things she wanted, and right now, tasting his dick was high on her list. She’d be quick about it. Having a man by the balls did it for her.
With her right hand cradling his sack, she swallowed his length slowly. Sydney rested her tongue against the bottom of his shaft as he filled her mouth.
The rumbling from his chest thrummed her arousal higher.
With her free left hand, she delved between her legs again and pressed against her clit.
Gurgling on his cock, she bobbed her head up and down.
He rested his hand on the back of her head. “Take it.”
Her fingers slid effortlessly in her wetness as she played with her pussy and sucked his dick like a champ. Gentle at first, he rocked his hips, slowly pumping himself in and out of her throat. She rolled his balls over her fingers, and he hissed.
Far too soon, as the saltiness of his pre-cum zinged her taste buds, he pulled away.
“Turn around,” he ordered.
Wearing a sultry grin, she didn’t hesitate.
After doing as she was told, she glanced over her shoulder.
Watching him roll the condom down over his erection, her pussy clenched.
The craziest night of her existence was about to get even more insane.
The thrill fed her desire. Facing forward, up on her knees, she gripped the couch.
As she looked over her shoulder, she furrowed her brows. What was going on?
He lowered himself onto his knees. This wasn’t expected. Her brain couldn’t compute how he was supposed to fuck her in that position.
With a clap of pain, bolts of lightning zinged through her as his hand cracked against the globe of her ass with a series of slaps. Heat blossomed in the wake of the spanks, and she moaned through them all. So fucking delicious.
Turning to face the atrocious and obscenely large portrait of Mitchell and his yacht, she braced herself for whatever her anonymous lover would unleash upon her.
Maybe he’d use the trophy he bludgeoned Mitchell with on her. He couldn’t leave witnesses. For some reason, the thought had her reaching between her legs again. This could be her last few seconds breathing, and she was on the verge of orgasm. If she went out like this, she couldn’t even be mad.
Moist heat met the folds of her sex as he slid his tongue over her plump lower lips.
She shuddered as he probed her with his digit.
Dropping her hand from between her thighs, she gripped the back of the couch for dear life.
Immediately, he assaulted her clit in the most exquisite way possible.
And she bit down on her lip, trying not to scream.
She couldn’t draw too much attention to them. They’d already almost been interrupted moments ago. She was too close to coming for Nancy to walk in.
“You’re sweet,” he commented against her pussy.
Her core swooned at the rough baritone teasing her. His tongue explored her cunt as she whimpered for more. This only wound her tighter than a two-dollar watch. There wasn’t much more she could take before she fell into a pit of desperation.
Pushing back against his face, she wiggled her hips, searching for more pressure against her nubbin of nerves.
Somehow, he chuckled, and the vibration had her soaring to new heights.
With a series of slaps against her ass, he pushed her forward, giving him room to breathe again. She’d already killed one guy tonight, so would smothering another to achieve her orgasm really be so bad?
With her flesh deliciously on fire from his playful swats, she wasn’t prepared for the feeling of his cock finally plunging inside her. Not the thickest dick on the planet, he still stretched her in the most heavenly way.
Her eyes rolled back into her head, and she dug her fingers into the well-worn leather sofa. Over the music of eighties hair bands crooning power ballads, the sound of his hips slapping against her ass filled her ears.
Leaning over her, his tie tickled her spine as he reached around and pressed her clit. “Come for me,” he grunted into her ear.
Squeaking, she pushed against his thrusts. She’d never been more determined to achieve a goal than she was in that moment. He circled her clit with his finger as he worked his hips in the same motion.
Panting wildly, she squeezed her eyes shut as her body tightened. The image of Mitchell’s eyes dulling as the life left them filled her mind, and she erupted.
His fingers dug into her hips while she rode the intensity of her orgasm. Pushing and pulling her back and forth, he fucked her hard, like a rutting boar.
With a guttural roar, he shoved her forward and collapsed over her.