NERTHUS
I gulp painfully as I descend a set of stairs to what seems to be a bunker.
Even if Arawn’s broad shoulders are perfectly reassuring, I feel a bit lost as we reach what should be Michelangelo’s main operating base.
“Ready?” Arawn asks, making me nod.
He clears his throat, lifting his hand to pound it against the secured door and a small screen on the right side lights up, showing Michelangelo’s smiling face.
“You are late, Your Highness,” he says jokingly, making me chuckle.
“Hurry up then,” Arawn growls and a click resounds.
I pull my jeans jacket close as a cold wind blows up the stairs just as he opens the door, and we walk into a wide hall where we find Michelangelo, welcoming us with spread arms.
“Welcome, it’s this way.”
Arawn holds out his hand for me to take, and we follow him through the arched bows of the underground tunnels just as we reach a slightly bigger hall which was dismantled and is now filled with gigantic servers signaling their activity with blinking lights.
“Oh, my God,” I whisper as Michelangelo walks to a set of desks where three people are sitting and hammering into keyboards.
They are young, I even guess that the girl can’t be older than Danny.
“Karma, Aspen, and Holly,” he introduces them, getting them to look up curiously. “Guys, these are Amber and Arawn.”
Holly is the only one who smiles and waves at us while the others just mumble greetings.
Karma is a huge guy, and looks like the typical hacker, while Aspen is more of the nerdy guy, always pushing his glasses up his nose. Holly seems to be a skater girl, but she has pink clips in her hair, with flowers on it, so I might got a bit thrown off.
“Hey,” Arawn says and I flash them a smile, waving back at them.
“This is my team,” Michelangelo says proudly, crossing his arms in front of his chest.
Arawn scoffs. “Were the adults all sold out?”
I gasp, hitting his side with my elbow, while he chuckles.
From the trio, Holly is the only one who giggles as the other two are looking at us with an offended gaze.
At least Michelangelo is amused as he counters, “As for IQs and skills, they are worth much more than adults.”
“And also not able to be prosecuted criminally,” Arawn whispers as he leans in.
I turn my head to look at him as I whisper back, “Isn’t that a plus?”
Shrugging, he straightens his spine back up and I direct my smile back at the strange team. “Well, thank you for having us.”
“If you want to follow me. We can go through the most important steps and see that we cover everything we need to,” Michelangelo gestures to us to follow him, and I scrunch up my nose, looking at Arawn.
He gets me right away and leans in to press a kiss onto my cheek. “You have fun. It won’t take long.”
Arawn and Michelangelo disappear into some sort of meeting room, and I step behind the desks, watching the strange codes the teens are making flow on the screens.
“Why didn’t you go with him?” Holly asks and I scoff, waving at her dismissively.
“I’m just here for the fun. I’m not interested in sitting in a boring meeting and discussing which accounts we will take down first.” Leaning onto the chair of Aspen, I lean in, squinting my eyes at the screen. “Is it here where you made my false documents?”
Aspen shifts in his seat, obviously feeling uncomfortable as he pushes against the frame of his glasses repeatedly. “No! The artists are down there.”
Taking a step back, I look down a narrow hallway filled with shelves full of books that must lead to another hall. A man in a tailored suit is standing there casually, scrolling through the pages of a book and as he sees me he waves at me with an exaggerated smile. “Oh, that’s interesting.”
“We were told that he is the King of New York,” Karma says matter-of-factly, not stopping a split second as he continues coding. “Is that true?”
“Uh-huh,” I simply say, continuing to admire the place.
“How does someone get to date the King of New York?” I look back down, finding Holly who has turned on her seat, looking at me expectantly.
And to my surprise, the others have turned around too, looking at me curiously.
“Erm…” I say, feeling like I was asked to perform on a stage. “He bought me.”
Holly’s jaw practically hits the floor while the shock on the other two boys’ faces practically doesn’t show. I shrug, smiling as I add, “It’s as simple as that. How do you land here?”
“I… We won a contest.” Holly answers quietly, making me smile brightly.
“Oh, good for you. Congratulations. Was it some kind of difficult riddle?”
They nod, seeming a bit crestfallen.
“In the newspaper,” Karma adds and I nod again, clapping my hands.
“This is amazing.”
The door of the meeting room flies open and Arawn walks out, barking my name as he passes us. “Nerthus!”
“Ups, this is me,” I say in a giggle, and turn to Michelangelo. “Was he mean?”
“Only a little bit,” he answers with a grin, making me laugh.
“Nerthus!” Arawn shouts again, and I guess he must be already bursting through the door.
“Well, it was nice meeting you, guys.” I walk to the exit waving at Michelangelo, who waves back. “See you, Mikey.”
Stepping out of the secured place, I find Arawn waiting for me on the stairs, a lit cigarette already between his lips.
“Is everything alright?” I ask him as he turns around and I follow him to the car.
“I don’t know yet,” he answers gruffly, and I sigh. “I guess we will see.”
As we reach the car, he puts out the cigarette under his shoe. We settle into the car and he passes a hand on his face. “I’m not used to working like this. I don’t know if it will work out, or if we will just fail and we shouldn’t risk it.”
“Are you afraid because of me and Danny? Because how were you living until now?” I ask, getting him to smile at me.
He tucks a strand of hair behind my ear, caressing my neck. “I didn’t have anything that I was afraid of losing.”
“Hmmm… but this is better, right? Now you have something to fight for and you aren’t in this alone.” I say, leaning into his touch.
“Big words for the lady who didn’t want to discuss numbers,” he jokes, making me roll my eyes.
“Come on, the boring stuff is okay to be handled by men.”
He laughs, and I lean forward to get him to kiss me. “What do you think if we send Danny out with his friends tonight? We could offer them a cinema night and take a relaxing bath. Would that make you feel better?”
“Will I get the goodie that Michelangelo didn’t get?” he asks, twirling his fingers into my hair.
“Whatever makes you happy,” I answer with a smile, touching his bulge, feeling how he is about to get hard already.
He groans, shifting in his seat as he lets go of me and starts the car. “I’ll kick him out right away. Because of the little hooligan, we have to hold back too much and I finally want to hear your screams echoing through the entire apartment again.”
“Oh, my God,” I gasp lowly, biting my bottom lip, my pussy throbbing in pleasant anticipation.
Arawn grins smugly, squeezing my leg as he drives into traffic, “Don’t or I’ll have to show you why the inventor of those tinted windows should get a fucking prize.”
It is true that we had to take things slower, so our lovemaking has become intensly quite and resembles more like stolen moments at the moment than burning passion. I don’t think I can complain about it as I enjoy every moment of him in me, but I still miss the moments when he used to fuck me raw, making me feel all his desire to possess me fully.
“How tinted are we speaking of?” I ask him, getting him to click his tongue.
“Nobody sees anything when looking in,” he has barely finished the sentence as I’m already scooting closer.
He looks at me intrigued as I reach out to caress his hard bulge and open his pants. But he grabs my wrist stopping me from going any further. “We will crash if you continue.”
“We are practically standing,” I argue, freeing myself from his grip and continuing to unbutton his pants under his burning gaze. Pulling down my top and bra, I let him ogle my breast as I start stroking him. He breathes in through his teeth as I bend over the console and into his lap to take his hard dick into my mouth.
I start bobbing my head up and down slowly, increasing my rhythm more and more as he relaxes in the seat.
He clenches the steering wheel with one hand while he buries the other one into my hair, clasping it tightly as he moves with my head without taking control.
Looks like he has missed it a lot if he lets me work him in relish without interfering. Pressing my tongue against his shaft he groans in pleasure while he tries to keep up in traffic.
“Fuck, beautiful!” He growls as he cums, emptying himself into my throat.
God, I missed tasting him like this.