Page 65 of Inside the Maelstrom: Part One
“Yes,” I breathed, as he slid two fingers inside me, his thumb still gently working me. God, this man was good with his hands. Almost as good as Hendrick was with his mouth.
Maybe this was why women didn’t have more than one lover—if they nailed the basics, a woman would be an amply pleasured puddle instead of a constructive member of society.
He rolled his fingers inside me, and I gripped him tightly as he hit all the right spots. “Sampson,” I gasped, clawing him closer. “Oh god...”
I tilted my head to the side as he kissed and nipped my neck, my body thrumming with pleasure that was building at the same wild tempo as my heartbeat. He continued to stroke and tease, thrusting hard enough that it was just this side of too much, and it was so, so good. I looked over to see Otto and Hendrick watching me with hungry eyes, like they were taking a mental porno reel of the moment to use later. Hendrick adjusted his cock in his pants, his tongue darting out to wet his lower lip.
Sampson bit harder, making me gasp and moan at the same time, which was a fucking weird noise. “Concentrate. I want you to come for me, Good Girl. Come for me here, where anyone down on the ground could see your delicious ass pressed against the glass and my fingers buried inside you.”
Hendrick muttered something about a telescope, but I didn’t care as my orgasm washed over me and I muffled my scream behind my lips.
I slumped back against the glass. Well, as much as Sampson’s tight grip around my back would allow. My head fell to the side and I realized we’d reached the pinnacle of the ride. The lights of Yokohama glowed below, looking like a glittering fairy kingdom. “The world’s perfect from up here.”
Sampson leaned forward, kissing my lips softly so he didn’t ruin my makeup. “Yeah, it really is.”
Chapter35
Sampson
The club where Firth was meeting us was already insane. We’d waited in line for thirty minutes, because we meant less than nothing in Japan. Honestly, it was as annoying as it was refreshing.
The club played a mix of Japanese and American house music, and everyone was dancing like this was a fucking pop music video. I checked my phone and saw a text from Firth, telling me he’d gotten us a seat in the VIP area. No idea how he’d managed it, but I was glad. I guess I’d become accustomed to not being in the crush of humanity.
Firth saw us standing on the other side, and came over, saying something to the bouncer in rapid Japanese. The guy stepped aside, letting us past the barrier, and Firth grabbed my arm and pulled me into a hug. He was always overfamiliar.
“Sampson, it’s good to see you, man!” He moved past me to Hendrick, grabbing his arm and dragging him into the VIP area. “Drix! Otto! God, it’s good to see you guys. It's been forever.”
“You’ve been here six months, Firth.”
Firth waved his hand, like that was a lifetime. “Come on, I’ll introduce you to my friends.” He completely ignored Aviva, and I tried not to be annoyed. Tried and failed. But she rested a gentle hand on my arm and shook her head.
We followed Firth through the tables to a small set of couches where two guys and a girl were laughing over drinks. The girl was a Brit; I could tell from her high, screeching laugh as she joked with the men. The guys looked like Firth: plain, loud, and filled with enough desperate confidence that it came off them in waves.
“Guys, this is Sampson Rubio, Hendrick Kenley and Otto.” Yeah, no last name for Otto, because he wasn’t trying to name-drop him to sound more important. I was quickly remembering why Firth annoyed the fuck out of me, though I knew Hendrick liked him.
The girl ate me up with her eyes, and I gave her a blank stare back. Putting my hand on Aviva’s spine, I directed her into the seat between me and Otto. Hendrick sat on the occasional table between the couches and poured himself a heavy dose of sake.
“Guys, this is Torielle. She’s in the same young entrepreneurs exchange program as I am. This is Goro and Asa; they work in the office with me. I told them I was coming down to party in Yokohama, and they asked to come. The more the merrier, right Drix?”
“Call me Elle,” the girl said pleasantly.
Drix grunted something that might have been agreement, or might have just been from the burn of the sake. He pointed the bottle at Good Girl. “That’s Aviva. She’s poor and we’re chaperoning her around the world.”
Aviva stiffened beside me, the barb obviously hitting the mark. “Fuck off, Hendrick. It was your idea, you asshole.”
Firth threw back his head and laughed. “She certainly has a mouth on her.” There was an undertone of desire in his voice as he took in her long legs in that dress, her perky breasts, and that perfect pink mouth.
I waited until he looked at me and I gave him a silent warning. It was all he’d get. If he even thought about hitting on Aviva, I would beat the ever-loving shit out of him. Then I’d systematically ruin his fucking life.
I didn’t examine the reason why. I didn’t need to. She was mine.
Firth proved he wasn’t a complete idiot by averting his gaze back to the British girl. “Let’s get more sake. I haven’t partied with you guys in nearly a year.”
More bottles were bought, and I didn’t miss them waiting for me to put my card on the tab. Whatever. I could afford it, and Hendrick looked happy. Even Aviva was laughing at something Goro was saying. I let myself relax.
Evan was at the bar, drinking water and watching the crowd. The girl behind the bar was trying hard to chat him up, but he was barely giving her anything. That happened at almost every bar we went to though. It wasn’t that Evan was attractive—well, not that I could tell anyway. No, the reason women always flocked to him was two-fold.
One, he wasn’t interested. He was polite, and would answer direct questions, but gave off no signals whatsoever. He was a professional. He had a job. Women were just like men, in that they wanted the things that didn’t come easily. Wanted the challenge of wooing someone into letting us in. Not in a fucking sleazy way—no means no, always. The challenge lay in getting past the little voice that society implanted in your brain. The one that said you shouldn’t, that a person was out of your league, that it would end in heartache. Anyway, Evan presented that challenge in a way no other man in this club would.
