Chapter 23 Cade #2
I stroke my fingers up along her wetness and then push them into her. It’s not the best angle. It doesn’t have to be. I’m just knocking down the boundaries.
“What a fucking little slut. Panting for it, aren’t you?” I mutter in her ear. “I was going to let you go, but no panties is just asking for it.”
“Asking for what?”
“This.”
The theater is old enough that there’s some room between us and the row in front. So, I crouch down, pushing myself into the space and pull her to me, burying my face between her thighs.
Fuck, how does she just keep on tasting better and better?
I’ll take the cramped space for a taste of her pussy. I lick up, pushing my tongue hard along her slit, up to her clit, and then as she shudders, trying to grab at me, I lick down.
I suck one of her outer lips into my mouth, licking and nibbling it, and then I move up and bring my mouth down on her clit.
She arches in her seat. Pushing into my mouth.
I pull on her clit with my lips, running my tongue over the nub, and then I push two fingers into her wet tight pussy.
She clamps on me and pulsates in hard waves as she comes.
Vi stiffens, and I look up as she shoves her hand in her mouth.
Then I pull off her and get back in my seat. And I lean over. “Maybe you should go clean up in the bathroom.”
She opens her mouth, but I shake my head, the sounds of the movie washing over me once more.
And she gets up and hurries out on wobbling legs.
I sit for half a minute, head spinning, and then I shove the snacks in my backpack and notice something on the other arm of her seat.
Her lace panties.
Grinning, I grab them and hurry out, heading to the bathrooms.
I take a breath and push into the Ladies.
Vi’s there, washing her hands, looking like she just got fucked. “You can’t be in here.”
I think about fucking her against the door, just in case someone else comes in to use the bathroom. But I change my mind.
I want this to feel real for her. I want her heart thumping hard, and her adrenaline pumping hard.
So, I just drop my bag in front of the door and stalk up to her. “I can be anywhere I want.”
I grab her throat and hold her at the basin so we’re looking in the mirror. With my free hand, I free myself and then flip up her dress. I don’t even need to fucking prime my pump. I’m so fucking ready.
I slip my fingers through her juices, painting her asshole. I grin as her eyes go wide in the mirror, and I line up, tightening my hold on her throat as her eyes start to glaze as she sinks down into that subspace that’s all her own.
Slowly, I push into her, stretching her asshole open, and she moans.
“I’m going to fucking destroy you, make it so you’re ruined for any other man.”
“No…”
“Yes.”
And then I slam home.
She cries out, and I use that free hand to slam over her mouth, and holding her like that, one hand over her mouth, the other around her throat, I thrust deep into her ass, pulling out, pushing back in, balls deep.
I take her hard, and soon we’re both coming, I’m the first over the edge, shuddering as spurt inside her and then she tumbles down after me, her entire body thrumming and spasming.
I slowly pull out and then I turn her, kissing her softly.
She clings to me, kissing me back, and it’s a kiss of sweet light, of soft things, and dreams. It’s one of the most romantic kisses in my life, in this fucking bathroom.
Slowly, we part, and I put myself away and help her straighten her clothes.
“Wanna get out of here?” I ask.
“Yes, please.”
She’s walking on clouds, it’s the only way I can describe it, her face is bright, and she’s smiling, and her euphoria from the sex games is flooding her.
“You’re crazy,” she says as I lead her into the loft.
I set down the popcorn and the snacks on the coffee table, and then I stalk up to her, sliding my hand around her waist, spinning her so she’s pressed up against the wall.
“I’m not sure who’s the crazy here. Me or the girl who let me go down on her in a crowded movie theater.”
“Crowded?” she cries, half laughing, “There were about ten people in there.”
I smooth her hair from her ear and slide a hand along her jaw and kiss her. “In my experience, any more than two is a crowd.”
“You’re a jerk, Cade Maddox.”
“And you love me anyway.”
She sniffs and kisses me back. “Maybe I just like your twisted version of sex.”
“Maybe.” I take her hand and lead her to the living room. “It’s a shame to waste the snacks, do you want to watch that movie properly?”
The next morning, it’s hard getting out of bed, leaving the soft, sweet warmth of Vi. She’s naked as per my order, and her thighs are no doubt wet with my cum and her juices from our early morning fuck.
I sniff my backpack, and that buttery popcorn scent lingering makes my cock twitch.
Behind me, she sighs and sits up. “Did you sniff your backpack?”
I grin and slide in my computer and some hardware I need. “Popcorn’s forever changed for me.”
“How?”
Crossing to the bed, I lean in and kiss her long and slow, taking my time to explore her mouth, to suck in her tongue and rile us both up.
“It’s going to forever mean filthy movies in old theaters and you sucking my cock.”
“Or you going down on me.” Then she grins wickedly. “You packed it in your bag and then followed me into the bathroom… What about that part?”
“It was locked in my bag when I took your fine ass over that sink. Where anyone could have come in.” I stop and groan, kissing her once more. “I have to go to work, not jump your bones again. Anything big today?”
Her eyes widen. “I forgot to tell you. At the club…this girl…Macy? She works for Walsh. She was there.”
I shrug. “People have preferences, urges.”
“It’s a connection, and she looked…I don’t know, like she worked there?”
Her expression is troubled, and I frown. “Maybe you should leave it alone. People do a lot of things, and she might not like it.”
“We both were there. I’m going to meet up for a drink with her after work, I think. Hopefully tonight. I’m not an idiot.”
“I didn’t say you were, Vi. I just need you to be careful.”
“That sure sounds like you think I’m an idiot.”
I sling the pack over one shoulder. “I said be careful. And…keep me posted. I trust you.”
She jumps out of bed, naked, and flings her arms around me, and kisses me. And I’m almost very, very late to work.
“Of course, the fucking system at the club’s totally basic.” Enzo sits back as he waves a hand at his computer. “I’m shocked it’s not taken over by bots, or they weren’t hacked years ago. A three-year-old could hack into it. Honestly, I’m disgusted. At least try.”
I roll my eyes at him and poke around some more. Neither of us is making anything more than minimal effort in covering our tracks. No one would be able to trace us back.
“Too basic?”
He nods. “My thinking was along those lines.”
“Like if someone did poke about, there isn’t money to steal, client lists aren’t on there, which is in keeping with a lot of these clubs. They keep that offline, and number it online, so it’s not traceable. But it looks like they’ve got nothing to hide.”
“Except, they might.” Enzo sits back, looking too pleased with himself.
I shove his seat with my foot, sending him rolling a little over the floor.
“Dude.”
“Bro.” I deadpan the word. “I know you’ve found something. Are you planning on sharing?”
“Give me my moment in the sun.”
“This is the basement.”
“What does this girl see in you, anyway?”
Oh, the crass answer is there, but I veer into better territory. “Brains.”
“Then she should be drooling at my feet. Because, seriously, I’m a grandmaster when it comes to this, a brilliant hacker. You could even learn from me—”
“You know. Not to cut you off or anything, but maybe we should get to the point.”
“I’m getting there.”
“Like a slow-moving glacier in an ice age, maybe.” I shake my head. “But sure, you take your time. It’s not like a girl’s life’s on the line or anything.”
“Fine, fine,” he mutters begrudgingly. “I’ll tell you.”
“My breath’s bated, and I’ve got the tenterhooks out.”
This time, he rolls his eyes at me. But then he rolls his chair back. “Look here. It’s so small and innocuous even I almost missed it, but…I found this.”
“Another link to some online inventory. I saw.”
But he shakes his head. “Looks like that, but it’s a grubby little backdoor link to another account, one that’s completely separate to the club. And it shows several large incoming payments. They happen not quite like clockwork, but regularly.”
I put my glasses on. “Large as in sums in the millions. Each time. Fuck, I missed this link.”
“Did you look for it?” Enzo asks.
“No. I trust you, but I’ve seen this shit before. It’s almost perfect because it’s fucking simple.”
“I know.”
I sit back, sip my coffee. “What do you think the payments are for?”
“Fucked if I know. They don’t come with a memo.”
I ignore him. “Do you think you can trace them?
“I’m already on it. And I’ll let you know as soon as I do.”
I blow out a breath. “Heard anything about Ivan?”
“He’s dropped off the fucking face of the planet.”
“That’s not true. He’s here, somewhere. Hiding out at the embassy or in Russia, or…something.” I look at Enzo. “Maybe it’s time to give Uncle Gino a call.”
Enzo breathes out. “I’ll think about it, man.”
“Let me know.”
We’ve been at work all day and our regular job’s done, and I know Enzo’s going to want to poke around in the club business some more, follow the newest lead with the payouts.
I pack up, and leave, texting Vi.
Me: Spoken to your friend yet?
Violet: No! Still at work. Heading out with her when we’re done.
Me: Tread carefully. Don’t reveal too much. Not until we can be sure we can trust this work friend of yours. Gianna’s life might depend on it.