22
Sable
Things were much too quiet when I got home in the early morning.
My body ached from overuse because I was stupid.
After I’d seen Orion, I needed to get him out of my head.
If I took on one client for the night. I would normally have been done after that.
My dumbass took on two more because all I kept thinking about was how Orion had done it better.
It couldn’t happen again.
Victor hadn’t asked me about it when he’d brought me my drink, but I could see the questions in his eyes. For weeks I’d gone straight to Orion, but tonight, I’d skipped right over him. I could feel his hurt as if it were a visceral thing.
“Is this when you normally get home?”
I jumped about ten feet in the air as I slapped the light switch by the entrance. What the hell was Orion doing in my apartment? Maybe I was that exhausted, I was hallucinating him. I had to be. There was no way he was that type of person.
“How did you get in here?” My heart beat a million miles a minute.
He looked around the room before standing up and making his way over to me. I swallowed as I looked up at him, because while he’d never seemed threatening before, this was a little terrifying.
“I don’t like this neighborhood. You need to get a better lock on your door, especially when you deal with some of those creeps at the club.”
I raised an eyebrow at him. “You’re aware you just entered the creep category?”
He blew out a breath, backed away, carding his hands through his hair. “Shit. I know, okay? But you wouldn’t come over to see me tonight. I didn’t know how else to talk to you.”
As much as he’d scared me when I first got home, he didn’t seem all that scary now. He’d been looking out for me since I met him, and yeah, okay, breaking into my apartment was weird as fuck, but also kind of sweet?
I was so fucked in the head.
“You know why I didn’t come over tonight.” I said, dropping my jacket on the chair I’d put near the front door. It wasn’t a coat rack, but it worked. I’d get something else later. For now, it was easy.
Orion’s grip on his hair tightened as he paced my tiny living room. “Victor explained it. Yes.”
I wanted to be annoyed that he was here anyway, but there was that small flicker of elation. Shoving him away was the last thing I wanted to do, but I needed to keep my distance from people I met at Faded Sins. It was the only way I kept myself safe. This man was in my fucking apartment.
Ah, so there’s the anger that should have been there initially.
It wasn’t like I knew what to do. Sure, I could call the cops, but I didn’t want to do that either. I wanted to see Orion.
Instead of talking to him, I brushed past him to the kitchen, where I opened the fridge. I wasn’t hungry, but it felt like something to do, to make it look like I had a purpose other than wanting to brush up against him. Those little sparks still ignited the moment I made contact.
“Sable...”
I sighed, shutting the fridge and looked up at him. “Please?”
What was I even asking for? Fuck if I knew. And we both seemed to be on different pages, but I didn’t disagree with where his mind went. The next moment he was across the room, lifting me up, pressing my back into the refrigerator with his tongue down my throat.
I moaned as I wrapped my legs around his hips, arms around his shoulders, holding on for dear life.
The man could kiss.
My body was completely wrung out from my night at work, but it didn’t stop the little spark of excitement that shot straight to my dick. Okay, so I maybe liked being manhandled just a bit. With a guy like Orion, fuck, it fulfilled all the things I craved when I sought out sex for fun.
When Orion rocked against me, his rock-hard cock rubbed against my abused ass, I had to break the passionate kiss, pushing him away. I didn’t want to, but fuck, there was no way I would survive getting fucked again. A guy needed a break every once in a while.
“Are you okay?” he asked. I wanted to laugh because the question shouldn’t have been so damn sweet, but it was. He was. The man who broke into my damn apartment was sweet and cared that I seemed in pain.
I let my feet drop to the floor again, which made my upper body stretch because, holy hell, he was so freaking tall. “It was just a busy night.”
The stormy look that crossed his face didn’t make me feel all that great.
It was another reminder that pursuing anything more with him outside of a client-type relationship was a bad idea.
I’d dealt with jealous boyfriends enough to last a lifetime.
If I had other options, I would do that, but there wasn’t a lot out there for a guy who dropped out of school and never got his GED.
Sometimes we did what we needed in order to survive.
I was hot, so I used that to my advantage.
I tried to pull away, but Orion wasn’t having it. His hold on me tightened. “What do you mean, busy?”
I sighed because I shouldn’t have to spell it out for him. “I took on more clients than I normally would. My ass is sore, so sorry if that’s what you thought would happen by coming over here—”
I didn’t get to finish what I was saying because he was kissing me again. When he pulled back, his dark eyes searched mine. I wanted to know what he was looking for.
“That’s not the only thing I want from you, you know that, right?”
I laughed as I finally pushed out of his embrace. “It’s not? Then enlighten me on what you want.” It was playing with fire, but I could push buttons right back if he wanted to press mine.
His fingers were warm when I grabbed his left hand, rolling my eyes at the shiver that raced through me at how fucking big his hands were.
They were hands that had been on my body before.
I knew just how good they could be. I hadn’t grabbed his hand to focus on that.
No, I wanted his hand because I wanted to draw attention to the silver band that graced his ring finger.
Orion yanked his hand back from me like I’d burned him. He shoved it behind his back, looking ashamed. Good, he should.
“That’s—that’s a complicated story.”
I raised an eyebrow at him. “It doesn’t seem like it is.
It’s always the same story. You aren’t happy at home, wanting to get it somewhere else.
Look, hon. I’m not here to judge you. I wouldn’t have let you buy my services the other night,” the words tasted terrible in my mouth, but I was trying so damn desperately to put up a barrier again.
It seemed to do the trick. Something dark shuttered over his features as he backed away from me.
Orion didn’t leave, however.
No, he circled around my living room before coming back to the kitchen where I was still standing there holding up the stupid refrigerator like it might be seconds from toppling over.
“I wish I could explain it, but I feel like I haven’t been given the opportunity to get to know you. Not really.”
Holy. Shit. Was he actually being vulnerable? Like, actually trying to tell me that this was so much more than a fast fuck, because there had been no other indication that it was anything other than that. Okay, yeah. There had been. No one stuck around like he did.
“You’re fucking married.” I was grasping at straws because nothing good would come of pursuing something with Orion. We’d be destined to go down in a spiral of flames.
He flinched that time, but didn’t back away. Instead, he did the unthinkable. Orion lifted his left hand in front of my face, pulling the band from his ring finger before shoving it in his pocket. “Then let’s pretend for the night that I’m not.”
It was pushing three thirty in the morning, but I wasn’t going to burst his bubble with that.
What sucked was the way my heart hammered against my chest because I wanted to give him the chance.
I wanted to let him in, get to know him because despite that shiny ring that I couldn’t just ignore—he was the first person I’d been drawn to in forever.
“What does that even mean?”
Orion didn’t answer me, just placed a gentle hand against my cheek before leaning in and placing one of the most tender kisses against my lips. God, the man couldn’t keep doing things like that, or I was going to fall for him, and that was a no-go. Absolutely not. Couldn’t happen.
He pulled back, trailing his hand down my arm, fingers leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.
When he reached for my hand, he grabbed hold of it pulling me over to the couch, forcing me to sit on it with him.
Thankfully, the damn thing didn’t smell anymore.
I was convinced it was haunted by the soul of that poor little mouse.
There was no ruining the moment with that kind of talk, though.
“Tell me about you,” he said, his hands resting low on my back as he pulled me into his lap. The move was so fucking intimate I shouldn’t be allowing it. I didn’t tell anyone shit about me. Victor knew the most, but that came after years of friendship. Letting people in came with a cost.
A cost that I currently didn’t seem to care about because I wanted to let him in. Even if my brain was telling me it was the worst idea in the world.
“What exactly do you want to know?” It was a dangerous question, but I’d dodge the things I absolutely wouldn’t answer. I was a professional at it at this point.
He lightly trailed his fingers up and down my spine, causing me to shiver at his touch. When he tilted his head to the side to study me, I knew the hard-hitting question was coming, and it was the one I was the most skilled at not answering.
“Sable. I know that’s not your real name. So, what is it?”
I shook my head, placing a finger against his lips before leaning in and kissing him.
Most times when I was asked, it took a lot to distract my partner away from asking me again.
But that was something even Victor didn’t know.
Okay, so he knew my first name, but my last name?
I wanted the old me to disappear completely.
Who I was before I moved to Modesto wasn’t important.
He was long past dead and needed to stay in the past.
Orion didn’t protest when I pressed my tongue against the seam of his lips, letting me inside easily.
He tasted like the few beers that he’d had at the club with an underlying of something else.
Something darker, more uniquely him. I’d had a small sample of it the last time he’d kissed me in my apartment, and when he’d kissed me the night he’d fucked me at the club, but I needed to know what it was.
We broke apart, panting, but I knew that the questions weren’t done yet.
“How old are you?”
That was an easy one.
“Twenty-three. What about you?” If he was going to get to know me, I might as well get to know him a little as well.
His lips landed against mine once more, while I had to wonder if it was his attempt to distract me from the question, like me kissing him had been—it wasn’t. When he pulled away again, he answered me, though he was a little more out of breath than mine had been.
“Twenty-eight. Have you always lived here?”
I shook my head. It was and wasn’t an answer. Orion would have to decide how to interpret it. I needed another taste of him, badly.
He was hard as a rock under my ass. I knew that I couldn’t handle getting fucked again, but I could allow for other things.
I slid from Orion’s lap, dropping to my knees in front of him. His eyes widened, maybe because he hadn’t intended for things to go this direction, but I loved sex. This man was delicious and aroused. It was a shame to let such a gorgeous cock go to waste.
Orion’s breath hitched as I popped the button on his jeans, lowering the zipper, scooting forward just a little to nuzzle into his sizable bulge.
God, the earthy smell of his arousal was intoxicating. It wasn’t like I was in the habit of sniffing people, but it was hard not to when it came to Orion.
“Why are you so closed off?”
Yeah, that was another question I wasn’t prepared to answer. It was time for the ultimate distraction. Since this was the third time I was becoming acquainted with Orion’s cock, I was pleased to see that he was still missing underwear under his jeans.
I peeled the fabric over his hips, which he lifted just enough for me to pull them below his ass. It was enough to give me access to what I needed. I wasted no time in wrapping my lips around the crown of his dick, sucking deeply.
His groan was loud, filling the small space of my apartment.
I had no idea how thick or thin the walls were, but I didn’t care.
I wasn’t ashamed of sex. They could learn to deal with it.
It wasn’t like I didn’t pay rent to live there as well, and I wasn’t about to not have fun with someone else every once in a while just to make sure my neighbors were comfortable.
A salty spurt of pre-cum coated my tongue as I sank lower along his length. With one hand, I wrapped it loosely around the base of his shaft, pumping any time I pulled back from sucking and slurping.
The blowjob was messy. Saliva trailed down Orion’s cock, over my knuckles, coating his balls as I kept at it. His moans got even louder until someone pounded against a wall. It was enough to make me pop off him, laughing a little before going back at it.
Fuck them.
This was the most fun I’d had doing this in a while.