SINdicate: A BT Urruela FanFiction Novel: Cerberus MC Book 1.5 (14 page)

I pull my mouth from hers a fraction and rest my forehead on hers, our panting breaths mingling.

“I miss your beard,” she says softly running her hand over my shaved face.

“Me too,” I tell her not opening my eyes. “It’ll grow back,” I promise.

She tilts her mouth closer to mine, and I can feel the brush of her kiss swollen lips on mine.

“I need to make you come,” I say from out of nowhere. “They think I’m in here having sex with you. They’ll suspect something if you don’t look satisfied.” I can’t help but feel like an asshole for the words I’ve just spoken. I can’t think of a better way to get my mouth on her while my brain is fried with passion.

“That so?” She pulls her head back from mine and looks in my eyes. I can tell by the look on her face that she’s amused by my reasoning. I can also tell she knows I’m full of shit. She leans in closer but tilts my head to the side. She licks and nips my jaw, making her way closer to my ear. “And just how did you intend to act out your plan?”

I groan as she takes my earlobe between her lips and sucks, her teeth gently scoring the flesh erotically.

“Do you want me to explain or do you learn better with a hands-on experience?” I ask softly.

“I retain more information with hands-on experience,” she says breathily, moaning in my ear when I cup her ass and pull her against my chest.

The action has her straddling me on the bed. I know this is a crazy situation. She’s been kidnapped; I’m being forced to work as an enforcer for the SINdicate, and yet all I can think about is laying her back and putting my mouth on every single inch of her flesh she’ll allow. If the grinding of her hips on my erection tells me anything, she wants it just as bad as I do.

“Are you sure?” I need to make for certain this is something she wants and not something she feels forced or coerced into doing.

She nods her head and kisses me fiercely. I stretch out a hand and lower her to the bed, my body staying against hers. The last thing I want is to lose this connection with her. It will end all too soon as it is.

I sweep hair off of her cheek and look down into her beautiful face. She’s stunning even as a captive with no makeup. Her hazel eyes are bluer than green in this light, and even though I could get lost in her eyes all night, my body tells me to focus on other things.

How I’m going to leave her once I’ve had a taste of her, I’ll never know. I kiss down her neck and cup her breast in my palm. Her light moans and soft whispers nearly make me come undone. I slide her tank top up her milky white skin, never taking my eyes away as I expose inch by inch of her flesh. The fact that she’s not wearing a bra becomes evident when her pert dusty-rose colored nipples are uncovered.

Hunger grows deep in my gut as I lean in with as much control as I can muster and wrap my lips around one hardened nub. I breathe deep through my nose as she arches her back, pressing her perfect breast further into my face. Her fingers dig into my back, and her legs wrap around my waist. I could come in my jeans right now if I thought about it long enough.

Releasing my shoulder from her curled fingers, she tugs my t-shirt up and grips my bare flesh. Not wanting to miss the feel of her skin against mine, I reach down and pull my t-shirt completely off and toss it to the floor. I settle my body back over hers, stomach to stomach and kiss her mouth again.

“I never should’ve let you leave that night,” I say against her mouth.

“This would’ve still happened. They were waiting for me.” I want to hold her in my arms forever, but we don’t have time for forever right now. My cock twitches in my pants, reminding me of what else I can be doing.

A gasp, as I grind my hips against hers, is her only answer. Her hands trail lower down my back until they’re clutching my ass inside my jeans. How there’s room for her hands when my cock is taking up so much room in the front, I have no idea. Her nails dig into my skin as she pulls me harder against her.

“Fuck,” I groan and move my hips back a few inches. She sighs her displeasure at the loss of contact but smiles when my mouth lowers to her breast once again. I nip her flesh and make my way to the band of her sweats. I lick across her stomach just under the band of clothing, which is the only thing separating me from my ultimate destination.

I watch as chill bumps spread across her skin from the rush of my hot breath. Sliding further down the bed, I grip the sides of her lounge pants in my hands. I look into her eyes one more time, getting permission to take this next step. She nods slightly and lifts her hips a few inches off the mattress, making it easier to tug the fabric free of her body.

The mouthwatering scent of her arousal invades my brain, shutting down the outside world. The only thing I can focus on right now is getting my mouth on this glorious flesh.

“Jesus,” I curse seeing her glistening pink flesh for the first time. I use my thumbs to spread open the sexiest pussy I’ve ever had the pleasure of laying eyes on.

“BT,” she groans and swivels her hips in a delicious circle. I should correct her, remind her she has to call me Mike, but in this second it doesn’t even matter.

I go for the gusto immediately. I know we don’t have much time, and the last thing I need is to get interrupted. I vow to take my time the next chance I get. Her hips buck up, almost knocking me off the bed. I grin up at her. She doesn’t smile back; I don’t know if she’s even capable of cognizant thought right now. Her eyelids are heavy, her breaths rush out in harsh pants, and she’s biting her lip so hard I’m sure she’ll draw blood any second.

Wrapping my mouth and lips over her entire center, I suck vigorously. My tongue grazes her swollen clit with soft flutters at first. My own lust and need to feel her convulse against my mouth has me increasing the pressure my mouth has on her.

“Oh God,” she moans, gripping a handful of my hair. I cut my eyes from the apex of her thighs to her face. I think watching a woman come undone is one of the sexiest, most erotic things a man can ever be involved in. This isn’t about me; it’s only about her, but I’d be a liar if I said I wasn’t getting pleasure from pleasing her.

I begin to suck her clit in earnest. I pulse my tongue against her in rhythm to the grinding of her hips.

“Fuck,” she whimpers. “This is even better than the dream.” I smile against her body at the knowledge. I’m not even certain she realizes what she just admitted out loud.

Aviana

His mouth on me is not quite what I remember from my dream. He’s more aggressive than I imagined, but I also miss the scruff of his beard along my flesh. He more than makes up for it when his hand slowly climbs my inner thigh. I’m so wet he enters me easily with two thick fingers. The pleasure he’s giving me is out of this world. I want it to last forever, even though I know it will end soon.

For the first time in my life, I’m wishing this man would stay with me. I wish he could hold me all night and allow me to wake up in his arms tomorrow. The problem with those thoughts are that I don’t know how much of those feelings are for him specifically or the level of safety I’ve felt since he showed up. I can’t trust anything I feel right now because this situation skews every perception.

BT pulls me from my thoughts the second he curves his two inserted fingers. The tips of his digits stroke that hidden bundle of nerves deep inside of me, causing my back to arch off the bed. My eyelids squeeze tight at the first sharp tingle of orgasm. He moans against my flesh, and the sounds combined with the vibration against my already sensitive clit send me over the edge.

He holds me down with one hand while his other stays buried inside of me. He flicks his tongue rapidly against me, drawing out every possible second of my climax. If I could form thought right now, I’d admit that this is, hands down, the most magnificent orgasm I’ve ever had in my life.

I lie completely pliable as he tugs my sweats back up my legs, kissing my trembling muscles as he goes.

“What are you doing?” I’m finally able to ask as he pulls my sweats completely up and kisses my stomach.

“What do you mean?” he asks as he dips his tongue into my bellybutton.

I moan again and feel him smile against my skin. “I want you inside of me,” I say and begin to shove my pants down my ass.

His hands stop me from going any further than the first curve of my ass.

“We don’t have time for that,” he says softly settling back over my body.

His weight and the feel of his skin against mine is heaven. I sway my upper body slightly against his, enjoying the feel of his chest hair against the tips of my breasts. He’s on his elbows near my face. “I’m going to need more than a handful of minutes once I get the privilege of getting inside of you, Aviana.” He leans in and kisses my lips briefly, pulling away too soon. “And it sure as fuck isn’t going to be here.”

My face falls and the joy I was feeling just a moment ago begins to dissipate. I want to tell him that getting out of here alive isn’t a sure thing, and we should take advantage of the time we have. I don’t though; rather I look up into chocolate colored eyes that have been keeping me sane in my dreams since the second I woke up in this place.

BT lays to my side and pulls me against his chest. I think the temptation of being lined up against my center was too much for him. I trace the muscles of his stomach as his hand traces the curve of my spine.

“Tell me about this place,” he says interrupting the delusion I started to build in my head. For a second, I was pretending that we were away on vacation rather than both of us being under the thumb of the SINdicate.

“The only cameras are the ones at the front door. I’ve looked, and Darby has confirmed there are no cameras in the rooms. A special key card is required to get out,” I tell him.

“Yeah, Vito has to use one to get in as well,” he adds.

“I can’t believe you’re real,” I admit against his chest. He kisses the top of my head. “You just came to get me?”

“Yep.”

“Just like that?” I tilt my head to look in his eyes.

He shrugs slightly. “Think long, think wrong.”

I laugh. “Isn’t that a quote from The Patriot, with Mel Gibson?”

He grins from ear to ear. I may not be interested in relationships, but I can openly admit that I’m completely in love with his smile. It lights up his whole face and eyes, and without the beard, the deep dimples on either side of his face are on full display.

“What can I say? I love movies.”

I chuckle lightly. “Any other movie bits of inspiration that seem fitting for the night?”

“I have a favorite James Dean quote,” he says.

I raise my head again.

“The porn star? Doesn’t he usually just grunt?” My eyes are wide, but the crazy thing is, his eyes are wider.

“You watch porn?” He smirks mischievously.

Slightly embarrassed, I lower my head back to his chest. “I’m single and have a healthy sexual appetite.”

“I can’t wait to get you out of here so I can learn more about this healthy appetite you have, but I’m referring to the actor.”

“What’s the quote?” I ask. I’m not very familiar with James Dean, the actor, but I know he was a sexy heartthrob back in the day.

“Dream as if you’ll live forever. Live as if you’ll die today.” He quotes.

It’s a very profound sentiment. I stay quiet as long as I can, but I feel the need to break the seriousness of how we’re both feeling. We both know he’ll have to leave soon. I’ll have to watch him walk away, and he’ll have to walk out of here as if I’m just some girl he met and slept with tonight.

“According to your quote, we should definitely have sex right now.” His laughter rumbles in his chest, the sound low and deep against my ear. I smile as he holds me tighter against his chest.

“They have me here in the same building. I just want you to know that so you won’t feel so alone,” he explains.

I should tell him that I’m still completely alone, and no matter if a few floors are between us, it may as well be a million miles if we can’t get to one another.

“I’ll come back to you as often as I can. How often do Vito and Frankie come here?”

“I’ve seen Vito twice I think, and Frankie has been here three times since I got here. Maybe you can persuade them to come more often.” I hold him tighter because I know soon he’ll be pulled from my arms.

“I don’t have much pull with these guys. I’m a means-to-an-end as well. If I hadn’t kicked a couple of their asses, I wouldn’t even be here.”

I don’t question him. I have no idea how beating up guys in the SINdicate leads to working for them to pay off debts rather than ending up dead in an alley, but I’ve never really understood men anyways. I blame that shit on my father. I never could understand why a man who seemed to have everything in life throw it all away to place a bet with his paycheck rather than pay his bills and take care of his family.

I stiffen when I hear Vito’s voice near my door. BT hears it too and jumps off the bed.

“I’m so sorry for this, Aviana,” he says coming around to my side of the bed. “Sit up,” he says harshly and pulls out his semi-erect cock. “I don’t want them to want to touch you,” he explains quickly.

The locking mechanism makes a whirling sound just as I lower my eyes to his dick. Not caring who’s coming in the door, I crane my neck and let my tongue sweep over the head. His eyes go wide, and he hisses a breath between his teeth.