Chapter 2
King
I was supposed to be working. Well, I was working, technically. I’m a security guard with Heartline Security, based in Cupid City. That’s how I saw that fucking asshole, looking creepy and follow her outside.
It was easy to spot him. His eyes kept darting back and forth as he lurked around the restroom with his hands in his pockets.
There was no way he came in past me through the front of Velvet Arrow in a hoodie.
I would’ve noticed him from my undercover position near the entrance hallway.
He probably came in through the back door, near the restrooms, before scouting around to see if there were any guards or police nearby.
I know I shouldn’t have left my post, but I wanted to follow him and figure out what he was up to.
So, I had Gabe, another security guard with Heartline, take my post while I followed the suspect.
It was a good thing I had followed them outside, because he was obviously trying to abduct her and hurt her. It made me want to break every bone in his body. Instead, I had to settle for a punch to his face, wearing that stupid fucking mask, before him and the vehicle he was in took off.
After I called the police and cleaned her up, she was standing in front of me, staring at me, and smelled so good.
Sweet and musky at the same time. It seemed like she was thinking something when she looked at me.
Something…lustful, and she was beautiful, no doubt, but I was supposed to be working.
I was not supposed to be looking at her like I could eat her alive.
I definitely was not supposed to be in that room with her, but I was, and she was staring at my mouth.
She asked me again, “What’s your name?”
“Why do you want to know that?”
She gave a hint of a smile before saying, “Because I want to be able to call it out while you’re fucking me.”
Fucking hell. Who was she talking to me like that?
Every fantasy I’ve ever had was standing in front of me.
She was Latina with curly hair, thick hips, a slight accent, and she wanted to say my name while I fucked her.
Working. I’m working, I reminded myself.
I had to leave before I did something that could get me fired if we got caught.
If I were a stronger man, I would’ve walked away. But I didn’t. Instead, I smiled and said, “King. My name is…King.”
She took a step toward me and put her hands on my chest. Then, getting on her tiptoes, which was way too cute, she grabbed my face and said, “Fuck me, King. Right here. And then we’ll just…walk away.”
Letting out a deep breath, I pulled her body to mine, grabbed her by her ass, and lifted her up against the wall. She wrapped her legs around me and squeezed me tighter into her. I said, “Fuck. Who are you? What’s your name?”
She kissed me again and said, “My friends call me Sara.
“Ok, Sara.” I set her down and reached under her skirt, pulling her thong panties down.
She kissed my neck while I shoved her panties in my back pocket, then moved to my lips and slid her tongue against mine.
Finally, I moved us back to the padded bench seat and sat down.
She instinctively straddled me. I said, “Lean back.” When she did, I unbuckled my jeans and slowly pulled them down far enough so she could see how hard I was for her.
Then it hit me. “Fuck. I don’t have a condom. ”
“Wait. I do!” She laughed.
“What’s so funny?” I asked her.
“My friend… she was determined to make sure I had sex tonight. I didn’t plan on it, but obviously, she made sure I was prepared. I don’t… I don’t do this sort of thing.”
Chuckling, I said, “With that mouth, I find it hard to believe you don’t do this sort of thing.”
“No, I’m serious! This is… um… not me. I just… oh, it’s too much to explain. Are you going to fuck me or not, Muscles?”
She was feisty and I liked it. I rolled the condom down to the base of my shaft and said, “Ok, Sara. Sit on my fucking cock.” She raised herself, grabbed me, and rubbed me along her pussy back and forth a few times before sliding down.
I let my head fall back as she swallowed me up.
She was so tight. I’d never felt anything like it.
“Fucking hell. Move these big, beautiful hips.”
She rode me up and down while I thrusted into her with force every time she came back down. “King…oh shit.”
“That’s right, baby girl. You need this cock tonight, don’t you?”
She let out a slow moan. “Say it, Sara.”
“Yes, King. I need your cock so bad.”
“Good girl.” I gently reached one hand up around her throat and squeezed while I gripped her ass hard.
That’s what sent her over the edge. She bucked and slammed her pussy down on me wildly while I leaned back against the bench and watched her come on me.
“That’s right. Let that pussy drip down, Sara…
” She let out one final scream, making me lose it.
I came, hard. “Fuck!” I groaned as I thrusted up into her one more time. “Holy shit, Sara.”
She giggled and slowly got up. “Is there a bathroom in this room?” She asked.
“No, but there’s a sink in that room. Tissues, too, on the shelf in there.”
As she walked away, I watched her plump ass jiggle back and forth. The Velvet Arrow was closing soon, and I needed to get back to my post. Just then, my phone went off. It was a group text to all the guards. 214: Everyone get back to headquarters.
Fuck, I thought. “Hey, Sara. I have to go. I don’t mean to fuck and run, but I’m technically working, and we just got called to…” I trailed off. She didn’t need to know all that. This was a one-time thing; I would never see her again.
She peeked her head around the corner and then came walking up to me. Reaching her hand up to the side of my face, she got on her tiptoes again and kissed me. “Thank you for saving my life, King.” And then, as promised, she walked away, with that beautiful ass trailing behind her. Fuck me…again.
***
The Watchtower is the headquarters for Heartline Security.
I’ve been a guard with Heartline for about two years, but I’m still amazed every time I set foot in the building with its glass walls, on-site gym, and rooftop helipad.
The roof is my favorite spot to go and just think.
You can look out at the city skyline with a perfect view of the Lock & Key Bridge.
We were all standing around, shooting the shit, when Cassian yelled to us, “Alright, have a seat.” We sat down around the table to see what he had to say.
Cassian is the boss of Heartline Security and goes over assignments with us, dishing out intel and reviewing incidents after they happen so he can write his After-Action reports.
He looked me dead in the eye and asked, “King, what happened at Velvet Arrow?”
Shit. Cass has eyes and ears all around Cupid City that keep tabs on us.
One of them must have told him about what happened.
Clearing my throat, I updated everyone about Sara’s attacker, and added, “He was going to hurt her if I hadn’t followed him outside to the back lot.
” I paused, thinking back to me carrying her into that side room and everything that followed.
I didn’t know how much Cass knew so I said, “I carried her to one of the side rooms that had a bar sink so I could help clean her up. Her knees were bleeding from when the asshole shoved her to the ground.”
Cassian looked at me suspiciously for a few awkward seconds. I couldn’t blame him. Finally, he spoke up. “I’m glad the girl was okay,” and he mercifully left it at that.
Once the meeting was over, I went outside to the balcony to clear my head for a minute and get some air.
I needed to stop thinking with my dick. As incredible as she was, this job was important to me, and I didn’t want to lose it.
Plus, I knew I’d never see her again, so I didn’t need to jeopardize my job like that.
When I moved to Cupid City, it was an opportunity to start fresh from my past. Nobody knew about it, and I didn’t have a criminal record because I was never caught, but I stole cars for a guy named Nico, who chopped them for the illegal vehicle parts market.
After a very close call with the cops, I’ve always felt terrible about it and decided to leave that life behind me.
I swore to myself that I would spend the rest of my life trying to help as many people as I could.
In a way, I was always searching for redemption, and protecting my clients no matter what happened helped me feel like I was earning it.
It was a good thing that Sara wasn’t exactly my client, so no rules were broken. Well, not exactly. Fucking on the job is still frowned upon. I told myself I wouldn’t make that mistake again.