Chapter 16 – Zeb
Chapter Sixteen
Zeb
I’m letting my urges get the better of me.
Kissing her was a mistake because now that I have her lips, I want the rest of her.
Janelle could have been taken away from me, and then what?
Killed. Tossed into a ditch. Anything could have happened to her and I’m lucky that I have her right in front of me, totally safe.
She’ll be safer if she’s mine. She’ll be safer if I do whatever it takes to keep her bonded and attached to me.
I tell myself that what I want is what’s best for her, but it’s possibly just because I’m already too far gone. I still can’t tell how she feels. Most likely, she doesn’t trust men as far as she can throw them. The first night I met her, she told me that a man had been disloyal to her.
Maybe that’s what stands between the two of us at the end of the day.
She needs me to kill that man to prove to her that I love her, I’ll always love her, and I’ll never abandon her.
I pull away from that first kiss and Janelle looks wary.
I let her regain her posture in the shower on her own without holding her up.
“I want you in my bed,” I tell her. “But when I take you to bed, I won’t let you go. So if you want to leave my side at any point, choose now.”
“Choose what? To sleep with you?”
“If you sleep with me, I take it as a sign of commitment, Janelle. I’m not like other guys. I don’t play games with my heart or my dick. God meant for us to love one person at a time.”
“Men always say they believe that.”
“Believe this, then.” I kiss her again. This time, she doesn’t wobble, and I feel a little jolt of insecurity that I can’t destabilize her twice with just my lips.
That might change if I got on my knees between her legs.
That might change if I ate her sweet pussy out all the way to her tight little butthole.
When I pull away from Janelle this time, my dick is hard like it’s going to break off my damn body.
Blood rushes away from my brain towards my hardness.
I want her more than I have ever wanted anyone, and if she says no to me, I frankly don’t know how I’ll handle it, no matter how much I want to believe that I’m a strong man in control of my urges.
“From the second I saw you, I knew I would kill for you, Janelle. If I take you to bed, I need you to know that I’m just as intense about everything else…”
My finger runs over the texture of her lips again.
She shivers and moves closer to me, her hands slowly making their way over to my chest. If she touches me, she’ll feel my vulnerability, my pounding heart that beats out of control when I have to confess my feelings to her, but remains steady and unchanged when it’s time for me to take a life.
Her fingers touch my chest and her hands are slippery, wet and warmer than I expected. My cock jerks with desire for her and I move closer to Janelle again, so we’re standing next to each other and practically intertwined.
“Stop me,” I murmur, as I bend my head to kiss her.
But she doesn’t. I tease her lips apart with my tongue and allow myself to kiss her again with even more intensity than the first time.
I taste Janelle’s mouth properly this time.
She moans softly when my lips first touch her.
I think it's a surprise, or pure pleasure from how it feels.
I like kissing her, especially because of her full lips, which protect our teeth from clashing together.
I tease her tongue. Play with every inch of Janelle’s flesh while I kiss her like she belongs to me.
I haven’t even dragged her into my bed yet, and I already want to find a place to tattoo Janelle with three special words… Property of Trigger…
My fingers sink into the flesh of Janelle’s curvy, full ass cheeks and my cock almost explodes just from touching her like this.
It’s too much and not enough at the same time.
The water pouring from the shower head fades from my awareness as my instinctive drive to please Janelle forces me to drop to my knees in front of her.
Any man who would cheat on this woman is out of his fucking mind.
The right thing to do when encountering a treasure like this one up close is to get on your knees and worship her with your tongue.
Janelle’s lower lips smell like a mixture of soap and the natural womanly scent that drives me wild with yearning for her.
If I caught a whiff of this woman’s sweet pussy before this moment, I would have been completely incapacitated by my cravings for her.
Janelle looks down at me curiously until I kiss the lower half of her stomach, making it as clear as I can what’s coming next.
She shivers and her stomach undulates as my lips make contact with her.
She’s hot, so hot that it hurts me to slow down and taste her instead of plunging my dick between her soft, dripping folds.
Hot water pours all over both of us as my face moves eagerly towards Janelle’s mound and my tongue presses between her legs to taste her for the first time.
The initial burst of flavor nearly pushes me to an intense orgasm.
A burst of hot, slippery juices gushes from Janelle’s tightness as my tongue takes its few exploratory licks of her lower lips.
I tease out which parts of her pussy lips are the most sensitive as I begin this first exploration and allow her to enjoy my tongue roaming all over.
I don’t know if anyone has ever tasted Janelle like this because she flinches and tightens her grasp on my head if I go anywhere she considers “too far”.
Slowly, I tease around her clit when she gets too nervous and then move my head back to whatever part of her sweet lower lips I’m enjoying for my own pleasure as much as hers.
Within a few minutes of this tender appreciation for Janelle’s curvy form, her breathing grows more shallow and from my position on my knees, I can feel the tension winding through her body.
Her breathing transforms into soft, desperate, and dangerously high-pitched moans that provoke me to spread her wider with my tongue and properly enjoy Janelle’s cunt, specifically her clit.
She’s hot enough this time that when I touch on her clit with my tongue, Janelle’s moan is loud enough to escape containment from our shower.
The bathroom echoes with this squeal of pleasure and I fasten my fingers on her thighs to spread her open wider and enjoy a deeper tasting of her dripping platter of pure pleasure.
Janelle grinds her hips into my face as she gets closer.
I’ve never met a woman whose body I understand so clearly.
I can read her perfectly. I know when she’s about to cum and I almost doubt my intuitive knowledge of her body.
My tongue moves away from her clit and I stick it somewhere dark and dangerous as she seems to move too close to the edge.
As I slip my tongue into Janelle’s back door, she squeals and then a climax smacks into her with an aggressive wave of uncontrolled euphoria.
I love how she tastes and once my tongue slides between her thick ass cheeks, I don’t want to let go of her delicious flesh and stop tasting her.
She groans and I slide my tongue deep inside her back door, reveling in how fucking good she tastes to me.
Janelle squeals again and makes a weak effort to push me away.
It doesn’t work. I’m too determined to suck on her dark brown flesh and put my tongue in places that my tongue has no place being in the first place.
Janelle’s squealing and fussing with the hot water spraying everywhere doesn’t make it any harder for me to tell that she’s dripping wet with desire and despite the loud noises coming from her mouth – she likes this.
Her body tightens with familiar tension as she draws closer to another climax.
I need to feel her lose control more than I’ve ever needed anything.
Is this love? Lust? My tongue slides over Janelle’s clit in a firm circle and I push her over the edge again with this last move.
Her thighs squeeze together and I think she’s going to break my nose off with how tightly she closes her legs together.
My tongue laps desperately at its prize while she shudders and presses her palm into the top of my head in a vain effort to regain the long lost control over herself.
I love burying myself in her musk like this and allow my tongue and lips to spread her open further while she trembles and leaks juices down the insides of her thighs. This is fucking perfect. I could die down here.
My stomach throbs painfully when she shoves my head away with greater force and I realize that I have to pull away from her to take a breath of fresh air.
My fingers stay clenched around her thighs as I reluctantly pull my face away and look up at Janelle from the position on my knees with nothing but lust and deep confusion.
I don’t understand what she’s done to me.
I know that I just ate her to satisfaction, but it doesn’t feel like enough.
I don’t feel like I’ve done nearly enough for her.
My tongue slips out of my mouth and cleans her juices off my lips.
Fuck she tastes good. Janelle gasps for breath as I try to get a hold of myself first.
My cock is stiffer than I’ve ever felt it and my desire to slide between her folds has never been stronger.
I rise from position on my knees slowly until I tower over Janelle again.
She keeps looking at me with those wide, gigantic brown eyes that stare straight into my soul.
I’ve always loved how deep and dangerous dark eyes look, the kind of eyes where I find myself getting lost more than a few times.
It’s not just Janelle’s dark eyes luring me in, but the brown skin they’re set in.
She’s soft. Pretty. The dizzying loss of control nearly causes me to stumble away from her in some mixture of awe and terror.
What is this feeling? I reach for Janelle’s chin, totally pretending that I have any kind of control over the escalating storm between the two of us.
“I’ll let you get clean,” I whisper. “Now that I know you’re feeling okay.”
She wrinkles her eyebrows but quickly flattens her expression before nodding.
“Okay.”
I should check on the mess outside anyways.
Who the hell are those dead men, how did they know where to find us?
I suspect they’ve been following us, but I didn’t see any signs we were followed until now.
The whole situation reeks and I won’t feel safe until we’re at Ruger’s house and I can get Janelle out of danger.
For now, I step out of the shower and leave her alone to get clean.
My dick remains angry with me for the next twenty or so minutes, no matter how I try to get thoughts of Janelle out of my head.
I can still taste her on my lips. No matter how many times I run my tongue over the spot where her flavor lingers, it won’t go away.
But I had the strength not to sleep with her and yield to my darker urges. That much I’m grateful for.