Sage groans, this time a little louder, and his free hand comes to the back of my head. He pulls out the clip that was holding all my hair up and slides his fingers into the curls, encouraging me to take his dick into his mouth. I tease him for a little longer, running my tongue from base to tip, savoring the salty taste of his skin, but I want to feel him slide deep and hear his reaction to what I’m doing to him.
I relax my jaw and brace my hands on his thighs as I slide my mouth down his length before retreating and sucking firmly on the head, swirling my tongue over the sensitive ridge. Inch by inch, I bob with rhythmic pulls, getting lower and lower, until his tip nudges the back of my throat. I struggle to control my gag reflex, breathing through my nose as my lips stretch around his girth. Sage bucks his hips slightly, fucking my mouth with shallow thrusts. I hum, and Sage’s whole body jolts in reaction to the sensation as his hand tightens in my hair. I gag slightly as his cock slips deeper, the sounds louder than the soundtrack of the video.
“Feels so fucking good,” Sage mutters, and when I glance up, he’s lost interest in the video and is watching me. “Looks fucking good too.”
I reach up and cup his heavy sack through the fabric of his pants, hollowing my cheeks even more and sucking harder. His breathing becomes ragged, and I feel his thigh tense under the hand I still have braced against it. His head drops back, and he moans loudly, cursing as he floods my mouth with his release. I swallow greedily, my throat working around him, prolonging his pleasure as he sags into the seat, spent and satisfied.
“Wow, that was awesome,” he mumbles, patting me on the head like I’m a dog. I push his hand away and sit up, wiping at my mouth with the back of my hand.
“Well, I can’t have all the fun, can I?” I ask him as he lifts my phone and continues to watch our session this morning.
“Next time, I want an invite. There were two perfectly free holes for me to make use of.” He points to me and Colton as I sit back next to him and grab a bottle of water out of the little fridge.
I roll my eyes. “Fine. Next time I’ll make sure you are invited. We’re almost there, so zip it up.” I nod at his fly and spent cock, retrieving my phone from his hand and closing the app. “Colton’s bi, right?” I ask. I think I remember him kissing one of the others, but I’m not a hundred percent sure.
“I sure hope so,” Sage replies, excitement in his eyes. “I’d like to be the meat in a Vienna and Colton sandwich.”
I chuckle. “Me too, or maybe make Colton the meat in a Vienna and Tori sandwich.”
Sage looks at me, a grin spreading across his face. “Look at you, admitting what you want unashamedly. I’m so freaking proud of you, Victoria Russo, you’re growing up.” He presses his hand against his chest and wipes at a fake tear as the car comes to a stop, pulling into a small parking lot a few hundred feet from the warehouse. I flip him off and climb out, not waiting for our driver. I instructed him to park out of sight of the warehouse so Sage and I could get the lay of the land without giving ourselves away.
I glance around, and I don’t see anyone suspicious hanging about. There doesn’t appear to be any surveillance, so maybe it really was kids goofing off, thinking they could break into a warehouse.
Neither of us are dressed particularly inconspicuously, but we hold each other’s hand and try to look like a couple out for a walk on our lunch break. The warehouses that surroundthis area are filled with a large variety of inventory, and suits are occasionally seen as well as tradesmen. Thankfully the council planted plenty of trees along the sidewalks in hopes of neutralizing how industrial this area looks. It hasn’t worked, but it gives us cover if we need it.
My phone rings, and I stop to answer the call. “Hey, Sam, what’s up?” I ask, wondering why he’s calling after we just parted ways.
“Hey, boss. I was thinking about that newly branded X I saw in the warehouse, so I did a little digging. I spoke to one of our contacts in the Suncity Police Department, and they said there have been five overdoses attributed to the eggplant emoji X in the last month. The cops are trying to figure out where it’s coming from. They know it’s not a Russo product because we don’t supply dirty drugs. That’s at least one thing we have going for us.”
“Five? Any deaths?” I ask him, and he sighs.
“Yeah, apparently one didn’t make it. He overheated before anyone found him. The cops questioned the others, and two of them had been partying at Essence nightclub, but two of them said they got the drugs at Club Hell.” He sounds reluctant to relay this information, and I feel my blood boil.
“Somebody is peddling dirty drugs in my fucking club?” My hand clenches around my phone, and it’s all I can do to stop myself from throwing it across the street. “Fuck. I’m going to kill him. He must be adding something to it to cause that.” I look at Sage for confirmation, and he appears as livid as I do, having heard my side of the conversation.
“He could be adding anything—cocaine, meth, or fentanyl just to name a few. I don’t use any of those in my recipe because mixing drugs like that increases the risk to the user. We don’t deal in meth or fentanyl. Your dad drew a line in the sand. He wanted happy return users and didn’t want our drugs to becomesynonymous with death. It was smart of him, and we try to keep all of those highly addictive drugs out of our cities,” Sage says.
We’ve had to destroy a number of gangs who tried to peddle those other filthy drugs in our cities. They keep popping up, and we keep sending bodies back to the people trying to infiltrate our territory.
“Thanks for letting me know. I’ll deal with this,” I assure Sam, and we hang up.
“God, Tori, I’m sorry.”
I shake my head. “It’s not your fault. The only person I blame is that little fucking weasel. I’m going to gut him like a pig.” I search my cleavage for my favorite knife and smile. “Today is a good day. I get to make someone else bleed.”
Sage winces but doesn’t look too worried for the man he considered a friend.
“I’m sorry he betrayed you.” My EQ levels aren’t great at the best of times, but for Sage, I want to try. “Would you like the honor of gutting the betrayer?” I ask, but from the way he turns a little green, I guess maybe I was off the mark.
He shakes his head. “No, absolutely not.” I feel my smile drop, and he hurries on. “But it was nice of you to offer,” he says, giving me a gentle smile. “It was very thoughtful of you.”
I perk up again and give myself a mental pat on the back. See? I can be a good girlfriend.
“Come on, let’s go take out the trash.”
We’re approaching our warehouse when a car pulls up to the front of the building and someone I don’t recognize gets out. He looks around, checking for anyone watching. We duck behind one of the large trees. I see him press the buzzer at the side door, and after a brief pause, he is let in.
“Who was that?” I ask Sage, who would know better than me who should be visiting the warehouse. As far as I know, the only person who should be here regularly is Anthony. The only otherpeople who know about this place are Sage and my henchmen, who collect the products for delivery. We kept everyone else out of the loop because we didn’t want anyone else knowing where it was. I don’t even think Gio knows where this place is.
