Page 34 of Inside the Maelstrom: Part One
Drix moved his lips down my throat, scrunching my shirt up around my neck so he could suck at the skin of my chest, stopping to bite the flat of my nipple.
“Motherfucker,” I growled, thrusting up against him as I shuddered with pleasure. “We should take this to the bedroom in case Sampson and Aviva come back.”
He paused to look back up at me from beneath thick brown lashes, a grin on his face. “So what? Wouldn’t be the first time Sampson has caught an eyeful.”
“And Aviva?”
“She’d like it,” he grunted, as he struggled with my belt and jeans. I lifted my ass so he could pull them down, underwear and all. He crumpled the back pocket of my jeans and grinned. “Fuck me, Otto. Is there a condom and lube back here? You really are a boy scout.”
“Shut the fuck up and put it on already,” I growled, and he laughed. He slid the condom onto my cock, making me raise an eyebrow. “If you’re topping, Drix, it’s meant to go on you.”
He shook his head. “I want you to fuck me against these stupidly expensive windows.” Oh yeah.
I curled up, capturing his mouth again so I could kiss him softly. Hendrick might kiss like he fucked, but I tried to tell him I loved him with my lips.
He climbed off my lap and I stood up, still kissing him as I walked him backwards toward the floor-to-ceiling windows. He reached out and stroked my cock, and I groaned. I was already fucking hard as a rock.
“Keep that up and it’s going to be a short fuck,” I muttered, and his laugh made my own lips curl.
He tossed me one of the tiny lube packets I usually kept with me. I always liked to be prepared because Hendrick was unpredictable. Maybe even more so, now that Aviva was around. She made me feel wild too, but I had more care for consequences than Hendrick.
Which was why we still used condoms when we had sex, because I didn’t trust that Drix wouldn’t stick his dick in some diseased gold digger, causing us both to end up with antibiotic-resistant super gonorrhea. He swore he was always safe though, because the quickest way to get pinned down was a paternity suit, especially when you were a senator's son.
I lubed up my dick and his ass, and pressed two fingers inside the hard ring of muscle. His head fell forward onto the glass. “Quit with the foreplay, Otto. Fuck me already,” he ordered, and while most people would think that meant he was desperate for me, I knew it was because Hendrick wanted it to hurt.
I hated when he was like this. Still, he pressed his body against the tinted glass, and I hoped it was nice and dark, or the lovely people walking their dogs in Hyde Park were going to get a good eyeful of Hendrick’s cock. I curled one hand in his hair and held his hip with the other, and slammed my cock inside him. He clenched tight around the base of me, and we both grunted loudly. I drew back gently, not pulling all the way out, and then slammed home again.
I tilted his head to the side so I could suck at his throat, snapping my hips into his. “Stroke your cock. I want you to come all over the glass.” I paused, nipping at his ear. “We’ll leave the cleaning staff a huge tip.”
He laughed, but it turned into a moan as I fucked him harder, his hand on his dick moving at the same speed as my thrusts. Fuck, he felt so goddamn good. I’d missed him more during this stint in rehab, and not just the sex. I turned his head to the side so I could kiss him, fucking him with my tongue, wrapped around each other so tightly that our sweat-coated bodies were sticking together.
Hendrick tore his mouth away. “Fuck, I’m gonna come,” he groaned, before his body clamped around mine and thick ropes of cum painted the glass. A few more strokes and I couldn’t hold off any longer, tugging on his hips so I was pressed so tightly to him as I blew that we could’ve been one person.
A soft squeak from behind us and Hendrick’s silent chuckle vibrating against my chest let me know that he’d gotten exactly what he wanted. I glanced over my shoulder at a stunned Aviva and an unimpressed-looking Sampson.
“Seriously? Three goddamn bedrooms and you guys have to fuck in the living room?” He rolled his eyes, dragging Aviva back out of the door and slamming it shut. Hendrick’s laughter bubbled from his lips, until it was echoing around the room.
I kissed between his shoulder blades, and shook my head. “You are one crazy fucker, Hendrick Kenley. Go shower and I’ll clean up this mess, at least a little.”
He spun in my arms and pressed his lips to mine, hard. “Leave the handprints,” he murmured, before cupping his dick and swaggering away to the bathroom like I hadn’t just fucked him stupid.
God, I loved that man. I was so screwed.
Chapter19
Aviva
The ride to the Iron Nautilus in St. Giles had been silent as I contemplated Sampson’s words. Evan, Sampson’s bodyguard, had organised a hire car that had blacked out windows, and if I wasn’t mistaken, it was also shielded by bulletproof glass.
My heart didn’t start to pound until we pulled up outside the bookstore. The lights were all off, and a closing down sale sign was stuck to the window.
No.
“It can’t be over already,” I whispered, and Sampson scoffed.
“Relax, Good Girl. Stay here.” He slid from the car, while Evan watched him and the surrounding area like a hawk.
“What's the chance of me accidentally getting caught in the crossfire of someone trying to take him out?” I asked the guy. I wondered if he even spoke.
