Chapter 12 #2
"You're so wet for me," I murmured, my voice thick with desire. "I'm going to fuck you so hard you'll forget your own name. I'm going to stretch you out and fill your cunt until you can't think of anything but me."
I slid my fingers inside her, the sensation of her tight, hot walls clamping around me causing a surge of heat to hit my cock.
She was clenching, her internal muscles pulsing in a rhythmic, desperate plea for more.
I slid a second finger inside of her and began to move, a slow, deliberate slide of my hand that pushed deep into her.
The sound was wet, and hot as her pussy sucked on my fingers, that filled the small space between us.
I could feel her sliding against me, the lubrication of her own arousal making every movement effortless and intense.
I curled my fingers, hooking them against her G-spot, and I felt her whole body stiffen.
"Yes... right there... oh god, Ben," she whimpered, her voice muffled against my skin.
"That's it. Take it. Take every bit of it," I command.
I picked up the pace, my fingers working in a blur of motion, pumping in and out of her while my thumb maintained a relentless, grinding pressure on her clit. Rolling it hard and deliberate as her hips widened, humping at my hand beneath the table.
The squelching sound grew louder, the air being pushed out of her as she gasped for breath. She was shaking now, her thighs trembling against my sides, her hips bucking instinctively to meet my hand.
"You like this, don't you? Being handled like this?"
"I... I love it," she sobbed quietly.
"You're a little slut for me, aren't you, Lantana? Soaking my fingers, begging for more."
"Please... please don't stop."
I didn't stop. I drove my fingers deeper, pushing toward her cervix, feeling the way she wrapped that tight pussy wall around me. My cock throbbed and begged for release, and it didn’t help that her hand kept sliding on it on my lap.
I leaned toward her, feeling the tension building in her, the coil winding tighter and tighter until she was on that edge.
I increase the pressure, my thumb circling her clit with a vicious intensity.
Suddenly, she let out a strangled cry, her body arching, her back hitting the seat of the booth.
A violent shudder ripped through her, and I felt the sudden, hot gush of her orgasm flooding my fingers.
She came in waves, her pussy squeezing me in a desperate grip that almost made me lose my own control.
Her chest heaved as she collapsed back against the vinyl seat and I leaned over her, licking at the top of her breasts. She dragged her fingers through my hair and when I looked up at her, her eyes were glazed over and unfocused. She was completely spent, her breath coming in ragged, shallow gasps.
I withdrew my fingers slowly, the sound of them sliding out of her wet heat echoed in the silence.
I smirked as I looked at my hand, coated in her cream, and the scent of her arousal was sharp and intoxicating.
Leaning over her, my eyes locked on hers as I slid my juiced-up fingers against her lips, smearing her own arousal across her mouth.
She didn't pull away from me. Instead, my sweet little slut, parted her lips, tasting herself, and her eyes darkened with a renewed hunger.
I didn't give her time to recover. My mouth crashed onto hers, a deep, bruising kiss that tasted of salt and sex.
I sucked at her lips, my tongue forcing its way inside, mimicking the way I want to devour her pussy.
I sucked her tongue into my mouth, an aggressive, demanding exchange of saliva that left us both breathless.
It was a collision of teeth and tongue in a desperate attempt to consume one another.
The vibration of my phone in my pocket shattered the moment and I jerked back abruptly. The sudden distance felt like a physical blow. Lantana just blinked at me, the haze of pleasure slowly lifting. She looks flushed, her lips swollen and her eyes wide.
"I... I need to go to the bathroom," she whispered, her voice raspy.
Her movements were slow and unsteady as she slid out of the booth. I watched her walk away, the sway of her hips a cruel reminder of what I would eventually leave behind.
I pulled the phone from my pocket and my anxiety grew as I saw Jameson’s name pop up.
“Prez,” I answered, my voice rough.
"I didn't send you out there to fuck around with your mark, Legion," Jameson's voice cut through the line.
I closed my eyes and leaned my head back against the booth. "I'm sorry, Prez. I know."
"Save the apologies for someone who gives a damn. We've got new info. Stop chasing the girl."
I froze, slowly sitting up. "What?"
"The hit on Lovino wasn't her. It wasn't the Harlots either.
The Bloody Scorpions made the move. Apparently, they waited for the Harlots to do the legwork and gather the intel, then they stepped in to finish the job just to ensure they got paid.
They've been talking on the encrypted chats. We've intercepted the logs."
I felt a strange mixture of relief and frustration. "The Scorpions?"
"Yeah. We believe they're the ones behind the entire string of murders. They're cleaning house and making a power play. We have a lead in a warehouse near the docks. I’m sending you to check it out."
"Tonight.”
“No, next week. You got something better to do, Nomad? You’re on a job, or did you forget.” He said sarcastically.
“No, but…”
"Now!" Jameson ordered, his tone leaving no room for negotiation. "You can play with your favorite poison later. Move your ass, Legion."
The line went dead and a feeling of dread fell over me.
I looked toward the bathroom, where Lantana was still hidden. My chest tightened because I wanted to go to her, to tell her who I was, that she was in the clear, and to tell her that I'm not her shadow anymore. But I couldn't. Not yet. I was on a job and unfortunately, that came first..
I look at the empty seat beside me, the lingering scent of strawberries and sex still hanging in the air.
I didn't want to leave her like this, not without a word, but Jameson didn't wait for anyone and I didn’t have time to sit here and explain it to her.
So I walked out of Cherry Smoke, leaving her behind.