Mikala's Passion (Pulse Series Book 2) (26 page)

“Maybe,” she said, arching her back and forcing her rear end to cause friction along his shaft. “I don’t really give a shit if Landon hears us or not, let him.”

Mason wiggled his brow and laughed. “A bit horny tonight baby?”

“A lot horny tonight, I need to feel you inside me,” she purred, wiggling her hips with a smile as her arm came back, wrapping around his neck. “Light me up, sunshine.”

“Fuck, what you do to me,” Mason said, reaching into the drawer, sitting up long enough to slide a condom on and pop the top on a bottle of lube. Mikala stilled with a gasp as Mason poured a small amount along the crevice of her ass and rubbed his thumb around her puckered entrance.

“Mason,” she cried, as the tip of his thumb pushed to her opening and gently slipped in and out as she heated up beneath him.

“Relax, remember how good it feels when you relax and go with it,” he huffed in her ear, until the tension subsided as he spread her wider and heard her moans.

He fed the head of his cock into her tight opening and stilled so she could adjust to the size of him. As he pushed in farther Mikala let out a cry and Mason put his hand over her mouth continuing to rock his hips, moving deeper with each slow stroke.

Mikala knew Mason had stamina to last for hours, but when they had anal, he was unpredictable and much rougher. This time she was amazed at how intentionally slow he paced himself as his hips twisted and he glided in and out of her, lost in a lazy haze.

“Mason, you’re killing me.”

“Am I hurting you, baby?” he stilled holding his breath.

“My back,”

“Sorry, baby, let me fix that for you,” he said, rolling his arm under her waist and situating their bodies so as to lock them together on their sides. Lifting her leg over his hip, he opened her wide and continued his pursuit to ecstasy.

As he sucked a nipple into his mouth, her arm wrapped back around his head and she stroked his hair in a pattern to match his fingers stroking through her folds, teasing her clit.

“So close,” Mikala said, Mason immediately stopped, causing her to cry out, “No, no, no...”

“Oh baby, I want to see those beautiful eyes when you cum.” Mason rolled her to her back and disposed of the condom.

Nestled between her thighs he hovered for a few breathless moments above her on outstretched arms, before slowly submerging deep inside her hot, saturated sex. Determined to maintain the same stride he had set from the beginning, Mikala was having none of it, imbedding her nails into the flesh of his rear end, letting out a loud groan.

“Faster,” she said. “I think you really are trying to kill me, I’m about to go up in flames any minute.”

“Isn’t that the whole idea?” he snickered.

“I want to explode, sunshine, not melt into the sheets.”

“Let’s see what we can do about that,” he said, picking up the pace and slamming into her.

As she teetered on the edge, a tingle raced down her spine, her toes curled, her eyes widened and her mouth started to form the O that Mason knew would consist of an orgasmic scream, which could wake the dead. He put his hand over her mouth and buried her face into his neck as she cried out and her sex clamped mercilessly onto his cock. A few more strokes and Mason’s eyes rolled into the back of his head as he let out a guttural moan, joining her in orgasm heaven, totally sated.

“Self-defense ladies, is no joke!” Landon scolded.

As a means of keeping Mikala occupied with anything other than Pulse, Landon invited her and Eden to join him for a crash course in kicking ass, and doing it well.

Eden and Mikala stood in sweats and sneakers with their hair tied back and not a lick of make-up. They giggled like school girls getting an eye full of the captain of the football team, dressed in cutoff sweats and a white wife beater.

Landon also enlisted a certain sexy bartender he had his sights set on to help, insisting that he needed someone closer to his own size to assist him. Carl came from the washroom with a less than happy scowl as he tugged at the string on his sweatpants. He was not looking forward to being tossed around and man handled, or being left possibly bruised and bleeding.

Made clear, he was only doing this for the girls’ sake.

“Let’s get started, you stand here, Carl.” Landon instructed Carl to stand directly in front of him with barely room to breathe between them.

“So, if I was an attacker, more than likely I’m going to grab you from behind like this,” Landon said, as he wrapped his arms around Carl’s shoulders.  “Now, try to get away from me.”

As Carl squirmed and struggled to get free of Landon’s grasp, the girls watched Carl’s face redden and a layer of sweat bead on his brow and upper lip. Eden elbowed Mikala’s side and they giggled when Landon gave them a wicked grin spreading from cheek to cheek. He was holding on a little longer than necessary, getting more out of the moment than the girls were and they were well aware of this.

“Uncle…for shits sake!” Carl yelled, and Landon set him free.

“In this case, I would have overpowered him, probably dragged him into a dark ally or a building and raped or assaulted him.”

Carl leaned forward with his hands on his knees, trying to slow his breathing and looking daggers at Landon. “I absolutely feel attacked, thank you very much.”

Carl was by no means puny, he was basically the same height as Landon and he had a rather nice beastly structure all his own, but it was obvious that Landon was the dominant force of the two in mass. It was clear that Landon was a gym whore, whereas Carl’s regimen was not quite as structured.

“Why don’t
you
grab me Carl, use the same hold as I did.”

Carl cautiously circled his arms around Landon’s burly chest. Being as he was larger than Carl, it was almost laughable at the challenge he had to keep his hands clamped. The girls couldn’t help but laugh.

“Ladies, please,” Landon scolded.

“Always, always go for the groin. In this hold, your hips are free to move,” Landon said, wiggling his hips to demonstrate, clearly rubbing his butt against Carl’s crotch and although Carl held tight he was trying to create a distance. “Remember you want to cause as much pain as possible. Hips to the side, reach back and grab the guy by the nuts.”

Landon’s hand clamped onto Carl’s junk. Carl eyes bugged out and he let out a gasp that echoed throughout the room. Clearly he wasn’t in pain, but he wasn’t comfortable either as his face turned crimson and his mouthed formed a traumatized O.

“You can let go now, please and thank you.” Carl asked, and Landon complied.

“You okay?” Landon asked.

“Fine.” Was all Carl could manage as he adjusted himself and cricked his neck from side to side. The stirring in his pants was unsettling, he needed to disconnect and started reciting the alphabet backwards in his head. It had been years since a man touched him and he wasn’t any more accepting now as he was then. ZYXWVUSTR…

“Just a few more things I want to show the girls today, you up for it?” Landon asked Carl, with a manly slap to his shoulder. Mikala laughed at the witticism and turned away.

Carl checked out his wrist watch so he didn’t have to look the man in the face. “I have a few more minutes to spare…I guess.”

“Good, stand and face me,” Landon said, Carl complied, hesitantly.

Standing facing each other, Carl finally glanced into Landon’s face. Surprisingly he found that both Landon’s smile and mocha colored eyes were alluring at this close proximity. If he hadn’t thought it so ridiculous he would say that he noted a look of lust behind that smile. He instantly rejected the idea of wanting anything with Landon, he wasn’t going to start questioning his sexuality again.

Never again.

“Men like to use a choke hold on a woman, like this,” Landon wrapped his huge hands around Carl’s neck, “makes them feel powerful.” He winked at Carl with a shit-eating grin. “But all you need to do ladies is slap his face and he’ll let go long enough for you to escape, like this,” He brought both hands together slowly tapping them against both Carl’s cheeks with a smile.

“What the fuck’s that going to do?” Mikala asked.

“Hold your breath Carl,” he warned, slapping his cheeks hard between his palms.

Carl fell to the ground and stared up at Landon in shock. “Jesus H. Christ, that fucking hurt!”

“It was supposed to, that’s the point,” Landon laughed, holding out a hand and helping Carl to his feet. “I can show you another way to take a man down with a single hit.”

“These balls have had enough, count me out,” Carl said, shielding himself with his hand.

“No balls involved,” Landon assured him. “I won’t lay a hand on them. I’ll have one of the girls take over, okay?”

“Okay,” Carl snarled.

“Eden, stand facing Carl, let him grab your throat.”

“Okay.” She ran over and stood in front of Carl with a grin on her face. “Go for it Carl, so I can kick your ass.” She laughed and he chuckled.

“All you need to do from here is smash him in the carotid artery, it will interfere with his oxygen levels and mess his head enough that he will fall to the ground like a bag of shit and you can escape. Like this.” Landon brought her hand up showing her and Mikala where to land their hand at the side of his neck just under his ear. “Now go for it and don’t hold back.”

Carl braced himself as Eden and Mikala shared a titter before Eden drew back her hand and with every ounce of power she had in her tiny pint sized body, landed a blow in just the right spot and Carl crumpled to the ground at her feet.

She jumped around with her hands over her head like Mohamad Ali, as if she had just won the championship fight and was announced the queen of the ring. “Get up Carl, I want to do it again.”

“Fuck you and you and you.” Carl pointed at each of them and struggled to his feet. “I’m leaving. You can find some other sucker to slap around.”

“Aw, come on Carl,” Mikala said, with a pout.

“No, no more, no way, no how!” he announced, storming to the door.

“Wait up a minute, Carl?” Landon called, following close behind.

“That was fun. I can’t wait to show Chase,” Eden laughed.

“He’ll be thrilled,” Mikala laughed, as she walked to the kitchen. “Coffee, I need major caffeine, want one?”

“Not for me thanks, I really should be going.”

Mikala took a sip of coffee leaning against the counter with a sigh. “Don’t go yet, I need you to help me pick out what I’m wearing for the club opening.”

“Sure thing, you’re not buying something new?” Eden asked, leaning into the open refrigerator and retrieving a bottle of orange juice.

“The budget says no to new. I have four dresses back from the drycleaners that I’ve only worn once. Help me pick one.”

Mikala modeled each dress and Eden matched up shoes and accessories and when they were both happy with the ensemble, Mikala hid it in the back of the closet where Mason wouldn’t see. She wanted him to be surprised and wanted to have him drooling all night long and fantasizing about what he would do to her when he got her home.

***

The grand opening of ‘Passion’ had been organized as an invitation only event. Existing clientele and the usual elbow rubbing crowd had been invited, along with some sports celebrities and local politicians. The Mayor had been asked to cut the ribbon, it was always a good idea to have city hall on your side, and even the chief of police was in attendance.

Mikala had whisked Mayor Townsend off for a private tour in hopes that paying him extra attention and offering an exclusive membership, he would gladly look the other way if and when certain minutiae were ever disclosed.

Townsend showed quite an interest in the 007 theme room, winking when he asked what her privacy policy entailed regarding anonymity and private entrances.

“I assure you, should you require
special services
,” Mikala hugged his bicep, moving closer to his ear as they strolled along the corridor, “I will personally see to it that your anonymity is protected. My clientele after all deserve the best of everything, where they can conduct
business
meetings
in completely private and secure surroundings,” she said, with a knowing tilt of her head.

“Where do I sign?” he asked, as she directed him to the elevator, punched in her code and stepped inside with Landon close by.

“This is Landon,” she said, when Townsend eyed the extra body joining them. “Special security, we have excellent security on premises at all times.”

“Seems you have overlooked nothing, Miss Santino, I’m impressed.”

With a wicked smile Mikala whispered, “My club is my
passion
.”

Walking off the elevator, they side stepped into her office as the sound of techno music blasted in the air. The dance club was in full swing with a larger than normal showing for a Friday evening.

“Lively crowd,” Townsend joked, as they walked into her office and closed the door while Landon stood outside guarding the entrance.

A Cheshire cat grin was pasted across Mikala face, as she came from her office with Townsend and escorted him out the back exit to a waiting limousine. She waved as it drove away. Landon checked the door to make sure it was secured properly and turned in time to catch Mikala when she jumped into his arms. “Can you fucking believe that?” she yelled over the music.