Page 39 of Tortured Souls
“We’re the ones who are called when they want it done quietly,” Dean says from the door.
“If you all are some James Bond group, why are you here telling us all this? Shouldn’t you be the men in the shadows or some shit like that?” The three men simultaneously smirk, and I feel as though I missed an inside joke.
“You and I both know telling your club any information about our jobs is not going to be reported to the authorities. Just like we know about your club and will keep that information to ourselves as well.” The room falls quiet for a long moment, the uncertainty of whom to trust lingering. However, we all want people wiped from this planet, and with that kind of task, we can use all the hands we can get.
“Right, let’s get to work.”
For the next couple hours, we go through the timeline and activities of the three men who’ve been seen entering the club and keeping tabs on Sky. It’s decided that Everett, Dean, and Colson will be attending tonight’s celebration at the club in case the men show up again. Everyone will be wearing surveillance earpieces throughout the night to maintain communication.
After the plans have been set and Owen and Brooks show up to meet the new guys, everyone is dismissed to prepare for tonight. Saint, Sky, and I are left in the office as everyone filters out. I visibly see the tension fall from her shoulders the moment the door closes.
“You alright, tesoro?” I ask, cupping her face with my hands and tilting her face towards mine.
“Yeah, it’s just a lot all at once.” I pull her into my arms, threading my fingers through her hair as she nuzzles her face into my chest.
“I’ll see you in a bit, Sax. I have some things to take care of.” I nod at my best friend as he leaves the office, closing the door behind him. The sound of an alarm goes off from Sky’s pocket as she quickly pulls out her phone. I look down to see she has an alarm set to take a shower before work.
“I’ll be back down in a minute. I have to shower before my shift starts.” She disentangles herself from my arms, but before she sidesteps around me, I grab her hand.
“Wehave a shower to take, tesoro.” And the pair of us make our way to her apartment. My cock already hardening at the idea.
SKYLAR
My mind is a true clusterfuck from the idea of my father’s men looking for me. Diego and Leonard being in my place of business without my knowledge has my danger radar in the red. Why are they here? Why did my dad send them? This can’t all be a coincidence that they both show up here. So many questions and not enough answers cause a tsunami of anxiety to pulverize my brain until I feel as though I’m suffocating.
I’m a disastrous mess, but when Saxon closes my apartment door and kisses me as though I’m his last meal on earth, all the waves subside. The flurry of uncertainty rapidly turning mybrain to mush is silenced. All I see is him. All I feel is him. All I taste is him.
Grabbing his vest, I yank it down his arms and quickly grab the hem of his shirt. Breaking our kiss, I pull his white shirt over his head, tossing it to the floor. I gently trail my nails down his chest, over his pecs, and across every delicious crevice of his abs. He’s in such good shape that all I want to do is lick my way up his stomach all the way to his neck. So, I do just that.
As my tongue glides up his chest, a deep groan falls from his lips, and my core tightens with the sound.
“Fuuuck, baby,” he says, looking down at me until I reach his Adam’s apple.
“Let’s get you out of these clothes.” He quickly undresses me until I’m completely exposed as his eyes wander up and down my body.
“So fucking beautiful.” His lips press to mine once again. My body molds to his front. Grabbing my ass, he hoists me up into his arms, my legs wrapping around his waist as he walks us to my bed. I pepper his face, lips, jaw, and cheeks with kisses as he maneuvers his way through my apartment. Setting me down gently on the bed, he unhooks his belt before yanking it free from his jeans. The loud slap of the leather has me squeezing my thighs together. Why was that so hot?
Before he can unbutton his jeans, I reach out and grab his waist band. Pulling him to my face, I unfasten his jeans and slide the zipper down. I’m practically drooling over this man and want to taste him right now. I shimmy his jeans down his hips and hook my fingers beneath the band of his briefs and free his erect cock. It springs free, already glistening with his arousal at the tip.
With one swipe of my tongue, I remove the bead of precum and savor the saltiness of him. I grab the base of his cock with one hand and grab his thigh with my other as I slowly push himthrough my lips and all the way to the back of my throat. I hold him there as I gag and force my throat to open. Tears build in the corners of my eyes, but when he groans that deep, guttural sound, I’m instantly wet for this man. The sound of his pleasure spurs me on. I suck as I pull his length back out, my lips making a loud popping sound when I release him. I continue sucking and licking my way down his shaft, relishing in the way he’s groaning his pleasure. His fingers thread through my hair, and he coaxes my head up and down his rock-hard length.
“Fuuuuck, tesoro. You’re so fucking good at that.” Inwardly, I’m smiling, loving his praises, and I want more. I gently grab his balls and start massaging them with just enough pressure so I don’t hurt him. When he picks up his pace, I know I’m doing well. His moans and movements become more and more rapid as he chases his release.
“Hold on, baby, I’m going to fuck your throat hard. Tap my thigh if it’s too much.” As if I would stop this man from doing whatever he wants to me. If he wants me to be his slut, then I’m his good little slut. When I moan around his length, that’s all it takes. With a few more rapid pumps of his hips, he shoots his warm release down my throat, and I eagerly swallow every last drop. He holds himself firmly in the back of my throat, and I start gagging, needing to come up for air, but he waits. Riding out his ecstasy. I don’t tap out. I want him to feel everything. Just when I’m about to see stars, he pulls out, allowing me to take in a much-needed deep breath.
“Look at you, so fucking perfect. Come here.” He grabs me and lays me on my back across my bed, the corner of my lips dripping with his cum. Before I can lick it up, he leans into me, gliding his tongue across my lips and swallowing his own release. Instantly, he kisses me again, making me feel as though I’m floating through the clouds. He brings out emotions within me I never thought I could feel.
I always assumed I was so broken my body no longer held the capacity to decipher such complex emotions. With Saxon, it all feels different. I’d built these walls around myself, protecting who I am from the villains that plagued my world. I didn’t think anyone had the strength to bring down my carefully constructed fortress. Saxon’s doing just that. He’s pulling it down piece by piece. I’m coming to realize that surrendering and giving myself to him freely is not as scary as I once thought. I just need to let go.
He breaks our kiss, gazing down at me with his dark eyes. A look with so much to say, yet we both stay quiet. Kissing the tip of my nose, he slides his hand between our bodies, dipping his fingers into my throbbing pussy. Collecting my arousal, he slowly circles my clit, watching my face as I sink into the pleasure he’s creating. My core tightens with the onset of my orgasm. My mouth parts but no words come out.
“That’s a good girl. Let me see you come undone for me.”
“Oh, God, Saxon,” I whimper. His touch is enough for me to see stars, but then he thrusts two fingers inside me, and I can’t help arching into him.
“That’s it, baby. Come for me.” I swear this man could make me come from his words alone. When he enters a third finger, I completely crash headfirst into an ocean of euphoric bliss and yell through my climax.
“I’m coming, I’m com—” I’m cut off when his lips cover mine, swallowing my moans and screams from the most earth-shattering orgasm. An orgasm he created with just his fingers. I could die right now and be happy. He kisses me as I ride out my orgasm. His tongue against mine has my core already seeking out another.