Chapter 12
ONYX
My heels clicked as we stepped into the penthouse. Lucero right behind me, like a hulking shadow ready to decimate everyone in his path if anyone got in my way. My heart squeezed.
I like that a little too much.
When I spun on my heels, he stumbled back a beat. I lunged toward him and he backed up more. Fuck. He can not be this hot. I looked him up and down. He was like a sacrificial lamb waiting to be slaughtered by a God, and I was more than happy to oblige.
"Down," I pointed to the floor.
Lucero dropped to his knees quickly. His mouth was still stuffed with my panties, pupils blown as saliva dripped from his chin. I brushed my thumb over his jaw, smearing it over his chin. My lips parted, a pant echoing into the air.
Fuck. I'm so fucked.
"You want me?" I asked.
Lucero nodded.
"You need me?" I asked.
He nodded harder.
"Want to be inside of me?"
A glorious whimper ripped from his lips.
I was soaked. My cock wept like it would never stop, my stomach a ball of anxious, excited nerves. I pressed my pointed fingernails into his hair and yanked. He gasped, eyes shooting up to the ceiling as I traced a finger along his throat. I crouched to be at his level.
"You know, I really could kill you," I whispered. "Slip the needle in right here and watch you convulse. I bet it would feel so good if you were buried in my ass when I did it."
A whine this time. Desperate. Needy. He gripped my leg, hand squeezing so tightly. I grinned, but didn't let him see. Instead, I slapped his hand off me.
"Did I say touch me?" I whispered. "Do you want to go to bed alone?"
Lucero's eyes watered. He tried to look at me, but I wouldn't allow it.
Instead, I kept his head pulled back so he was forced to stare into the lights and I could take in every inch of him undisturbed.
He shook his head as best he could while my eyes hungrily ate up the black shirt that stretched across his massive pectorals, the hard line of muscle that were his arms, and then the belly, soft and sweet and strong that led to powerful thighs.
And his cock. It strained against the fabric of his pants, and when I touched it, wetness greeted my delicate fingers.
He moaned, humping into my hand on instinct, before he caught himself and forced his will to hold.
"You're pathetic," I whispered. "You know that? So needy and clingy. So weak for me," I said as I traced the line of his jaw with my tongue. "But only for me, right?"
He nodded hard, tried to answer, but the words were muffled. I would take that as a yes. Again, fuck. He was making me want to crawl into his skin and live there.
I stood abruptly. "Take my shoes off."
Lucero's hands fumbled when I released his head, nearly kissing the floor as he tried to undo the fragile clasps. His big hands fumbled and he grunted in frustration. I picked up my foot and put it on his back, heel pressing in dangerously.
"Calm down," I ordered. "Slowly. Now, try again."
When I sat my foot back down, he did go slower, his fingers working the clasp until it opened.
The heel slipped off and he placed it to the side reverently, like he was worshipping at an altar.
My breath hitched in my throat as he leaned forward and planted a kiss to the top of my foot.
I swallowed thickly, my heart racing away.
"The other one," I snapped. "Don't just do whatever you want."
His whimpers made a beeline straight for my cock, wrapping around it and making me want to jerk off.
Instead, I held still as he worked on the second shoe.
When he removed my foot slowly, he placed the heel to the side with the other.
He didn't look up when he was done, just rested his palms on the floor as if awaiting my next command. My cock twitched.
"Up," I said as my fingers rested beneath his chin. "Follow me."
Lucero was up swiftly, his feet moving after me as he fell into being my shadow again.
When we made it to the couch, I worked to undo my dress.
Then Lucero's hands were on me, pulling the fabric gently as he undid the zipper.
The dress slipped from my body, pooling at my feet.
I kicked it away before I turned to face him.
His eyes raked over me, hungry, and endlessly yearning.
"Take your clothes off," I told him.
Lucero stripped so fast, I pressed my fingers to my mouth to stifle my laughter. He got tangled up in his shirt, and it took him a full minute to free himself in his hurry. The giant really was insane, but hilarious at times.
"Sit on the couch," I said, clearing my throat when he faced me again as if I hadn't almost just burst out laughing. "Arms behind your back. And that is where they will stay the entire time unless I say otherwise. Nod if you understand."
Up, down, up, down, his head bobbed.
"Good boy. Stay."
I left him on the couch as I walked to the bedroom. Rooting around in my nightstand, I found what I needed: lube, a box of condoms, and a pair of thick handcuffs. I smiled as I felt the cool steel trail over my thigh on my way back. Tonight, I was going to drive Lucero crazy.
When I returned, he sat up straight, arms behind him, eyes boring into me. I knew he'd stared after me the entire time, probably trying to materialize me from the darkness when I took too long. Slowly, I moved in front of him and stopped. He gazed up at me, desire burning in his eyes.
I'd seen many men want me, and there was always hunger.
However, this was different. They wanted to use, possess, stick their cocks in and get off as quickly as possible.
With Lucero? There was a level of desire and worship in his eyes that almost scared me.
For a moment, I hesitated. Crossing this line with him? God, he would be insufferable after.
That didn't stop me from directing him to his feet.
He moved fast, turning and allowing me to snap on the cuffs.
When I shoved my palm into his chest, he really didn't have to go.
I couldn't make that mountain of a man tip over if I wanted to.
And while that bruised the ego, it was so much more satisfying that he dropped back, freely, willingly, on his own.
I sucked in a breath. Reaching out, I plucked the panties from his mouth.
"Thank you," he moaned. "Onyx, please. Please. It hurts so much," he groaned as he thrust his cock upward. "I can't take not feeling you anymore."
I dropped between his thighs. "No? Not even for me?"
The whimper that greeted me went straight up to my head and down to my cock. I took his length and teased the slit with my finger. Slowly, I traced my fingers up and down his shaft, relishing in how deliciously soaked in precum he was.
"When's the last time you jerked off?" I asked.
Lucero's face flushed. "I-I haven't since we got married. Married men shouldn't do that."
My hand faltered, and I blinked up at him in surprise. "What? Are you serious? Wait, where did you hear that?"
"Very serious," he whispered. "And my… my mother told me that."
Good woman. I needed to send her a gift basket or something, because, sound advice. Not practical, but for my greedy purposes, I would take it.
"Do you want to?" I asked.
Lucero tilted his head. "Do you want me to?"
Fuck. He was going to be the death of me.
I stopped looking into those eager, hopeful eyes and wrapped my lips around his cock.
My head bobbed eagerly, cheeks sunken as I blew him hard and fast. Lucero's words turned into scrambled moans, his hips rising and thrusting.
It took exactly two minutes for my jaw to ache from the width of him.
But it was a beautiful burn, the kind that rooted deep and refused to let you go.
The memories forever sketched into your mind.
When I came up for air, gasping and drooling, I knew I had fucked up.
He was addictive. One taste and I wanted more.
And even more than that, I knew I'd tried to take him on like he was some no-faced nobody and that cock had almost destroyed me.
I would have to be a hell of a lot more careful or I would split myself open on that monster cock of his.
Standing up, I snatched up the condoms and rolled one down his cock. It got halfway and stopped. I blinked.
"What the actual fuck?" I whispered.
Lucero bit his lip. "T-there's only one brand that fits me. I'm sorry. I should have told you." He frowned. "I could have texted it, but you kept distracting me in the car, and I forgot. I'm sorry."
I sighed. I had, in fact, been teasing him endlessly on the ride over. Showing him peeks of my cock, rubbing myself, my foot grinding against him. The whole ride was a hell of a lot of fun, but now I was desperately fearful that I would be walking away with blue balls.
"You tested?" I asked.
Lucero nodded. "Yes, but I haven't had sex with anyone in over three years," he said. "Once I saw you, that was it."
What the fuck? He's so strange.
Trying not to think about what he just said, I crossed my arms over my chest and tapped my nails against my skin. My tests were recent too. In fact, I got them done right after the last man I killed, and I hadn't bothered trying to seduce the last one all that much. Finally, I nodded.
"Then let's do this."
"Are you sure?" Lucero asked, stopping me. "We can wait if you're not comfortable."
My chest tightened. "Is that what you want?"
He shook his head hard. "No, of course not. What you want matters more, though. I don't want you to do anything you'll regret."
Fuck, was he for real? I always wondered if the puppy dog act was put on, especially when he was such an attack dog out in the real world and with his men. However, it seemed that Lucero was, in fact, the real thing. Insane but real.
I dripped lube on his cock and wrapped my hand around it. When my fingers didn't touch, I swallowed hard. Yeah, I'm in danger.