19. Devin
The thought of Tony hearing her moans makes my cock throb even harder. He’ll no doubt be furious about this, but I’m not above falling to my knees, groveling at his feet, and begging for forgiveness. Lena’s obviously in a delicate state and I should be the one to encourage her to take it easy, but fuck me, this woman knows what she wants. I can tell she’s been starved of a good orgasm, along with an escape from reality, and I’m more than willing to give her both.
My cock aches, ready to explode at any moment, as I stare at her pussy, imagining what it would feel like to have it wrapped around me. Her mouth was like fucking heaven, and to find out she doesn’t have a gag reflex makes the possibilities nearly endless with everything I want to do to her. She looked so fucking beautiful on her knees in front of me, my cock between her teeth. Even when I slide it down her throat, she has no idea what kind of control she has over me.
It would be so fucking easy to slide between her legs, right into her dripping pussy, but she’s in no state to make the decision to be properly fucked. Not to mention, I will do exactly what I said I would for our first time. I’m a man of my fucking word, even if they’re possessive and deranged.
I grip her thighs and pull her closer to me, my tongue devouring her sweet pussy like it’s the first time. Her back arches as her body shudders, pressing herself into my face. Her quiet panting has the monster in me wanting to make her scream my name, to play the game and play it fucking dirty.
I watch as she squirms under my touch, my fingers playing her like a fiddle. She sees me as her knight in shining armor when I’m just as much a beast as the ones we’re fighting against.
I pump my fingers into her pussy, her need soaking my hand and dripping onto the sheets. Ones that I’m never washing again.
I press two fingers into her and she moans, her hands sinking into my hair, pulling my face even further into her sweet center. If I had to choose a way to die, it would be by suffocating between her legs as I devour her, letting her pussy steal the last breath from my lungs.
Her legs shake as I spear my tongue into her, pressing my thumb to her clit, her hips thrusting for more pressure to her needy cunt.
“On your stomach,” I growl, rising to my knees. She looks down her body at me, her pupils dilated as lust swirls around her glowing, amber irises. She rolls onto her stomach, looking over her shoulder at me. “Get on all fours.” She rises, her whole body trembling, the inside of her thighs glistening in the low light.
Turning around, I lie flat on my back, my legs hooked over the edge of the bed as I stare up at her, my mouth watering. “Have a seat, love.”
Her head drops, looking at me, her impeccable tits nearly blocking her view. She slowly brings herself back, her core hovering right above me. Grabbing her thighs, I lower her onto my face, immediately licking and sucking. She hovers, but I yank her down, forcing her full weight on my face. Now this, this is fucking heaven.
“Devin.” Her sweet voice whimpers my name as I fuck my tongue in and out of her. I swirl it around her clit, once again coating my tongue with her sweet desire.
I bring my hand around her ass and slap it hard as I continue to swirl my tongue around her center. She hisses, her ass tensing with the sting, before I rub the sensitive skin, her center relaxing more on my face. If I wasn’t wholly consuming her, I would praise her, tell her what a good girl she fucking was, but I don’t want to stop.
I open my eyes and look up to see her playing with her nipples, pinching the tight buds between her fingers. Another thing on my list is to fuck those tits and forcing her mouth to be open for every thrust, her tongue licking my cock.
I groan, the sound vibrating up my throat, making her hips buck.
I press my thumb into her as my tongue flicks at her swollen clit, coating it in her cum. Pulling my thumb out, I bring it to her ass, coating her tight hole. She stiffens and stops riding my face. I circle around the hole, pressing my thumb against it. I groan again because she’s so fucking tight.
“Devin, I—" she starts, but I refuse to listen. Because if this woman is about to tell me that she’s never had her ass filled, I’m going to hunt down every man she’s ever been with and drag them back to the basement and show them exactly how they should have been treating her before I end their pathetic lives. How dare those fuckers ever deny her any sort of pleasure.
“Relax, love.” My voice vibrates through her, and she nearly melts with pleasure on my face. I press my thumb against her hole, going in slowly. She hisses, but once I’m past the knuckle, she relaxes back more.
“Oh my God.” Her ass tightens around my thumb as I slowly work it further in. She’s fighting against her body, the invasion of my finger in her hole, and the immense pleasure I know she’s feeling.
Once she’s stretched around me, I wiggle my thumb inside of her, her gasp ringing out as she thrusts her hips.
“Devin.” Fuck . My dick is so hard that just the sound of my name on her lips has my balls tightening. I might come if she says it in that breathy voice again .
I suck hard on her clit as I press my thumb as deep as it will go, making her cry out. I watch as she pinches her nipples, her hips bucking against me. I don’t let up and her whimpering grows louder. I slap her ass with my other hand, her back arching as I do it again, sure to leave my marks across her skin.
“Devin.” I could listen to her moan my name until the devil himself drags me to Hell. “I’m going…I’m going to come.”
I keep it up, scraping my nails across her ass, causing her hand to drop into my hair, tugging at my scalp. My balls tighten even more as she uses my hair like a horse's rein, riding me like a wild steed, but nowhere near taming me. Her thrusts become erratic, and her pants grow louder as her moans filter through the room. I nip at her sensitive skin and scrape my teeth across her clit, swirling my tongue to smooth the pain to pleasure, keeping up the assault on her pussy until she finally breaks.
Her scream of pleasure fills the room, ringing out as her cum drenches my face. I swirl my tongue around her clit as she comes down from her orgasm, her hip thrusts slowing, keeping up the friction for as long as she can. Her body spasms as I pull my thumb from her ass, my dick twitching at the thought of what it will feel like to stuff her full, my precum leaking down the side of me.
She nearly slumps over as she pulls herself from my face. I lick my lips and taste her, coating my tongue with it. She’s become my favorite meal, and I will enjoy it every chance I can.
I sit up and watch her over my shoulder as she turns on her knees and falls back onto the bed, breathless. Her eyes are filled with lust and contentment. It’s the most relaxed she’s looked in nearly two weeks.
She looks toward my full erect cock, that’s soaked with precum, and licks her lips. I give her a grin but palm myself. “No, love, you need to sleep.”
She whimpers as I stand from the bed, going to the bathroom to wash my hands, but keeping her cum on my face. It’s like a drug that I can’t get enough of it. She looks toward the door as if half expecting someone to walk in, and even though it’s unlocked, it remains tightly closed.
Exiting the bathroom, I take in the woman sprawled out on my bed. Her curves were sculpted by a god, and if I knew which one, I’d thank them personally. “You have five minutes to yourself and it’s off to bed with you.”
Her eyes are already drooping with sleep as she drags herself to the edge of the bed, her feet dropping to the floor. It looks like it takes all her energy to carry herself across the room. “There’s a toothbrush on the sink for you. Use whatever you need.”
She comes up and wraps her arms around my neck, brushing her lips across mine. She pulls back for a moment before leaning back in, running her tongue across them, a soft moan coming from her.
I grip her ass, pressing my still erect cock against her. “Make a noise like that again,” I growl, but she just chuckles, exhaustion causing it to fall heavy from her tongue.
Releasing her, I step back and gesture toward the bathroom door. “The sooner you finish in there, the sooner you can hop back into bed with me.”
Her eyes brighten as she steps past me, my hand connecting with her ass, the slap echoing across the tile. “You animal.” Her gasp causes my lips to curl into a cruel smile. By her reaction, if she thinks that’s rough, she has another thing coming when I can fully get my hands, and dick, on her.
I let her have a moment of privacy, but not too much. I deliberately leave the door cracked open so I can listen to her every move. I prepare the bed, pulling back the sheets so she can find the perfect spot she wants to sleep in. I slide on my boxer briefs to make sure she understands that her resting is far more important than what my cock wants.
Switching off the light, she returns to the bed, sliding in and making herself comfortable. I slide in behind her, curling myself around her, my still hard cock pressing into her back. I have no intention of using him with her anymore tonight, but if he can’t fucking calm down, then I’ll be forced to take matters into my own hands. Literally.
She groans softly as she presses into me, her ass wiggling against my dick, fucking teasing me. I nip at her shoulder, her yelp making me chuckle. Her body finally relaxes as I pull her closer to me. I smooth her hair from her face, tucking it between us as I nuzzle into her neck. Even though she smells of my body wash, her scent is still intoxicating, making my mouth water.
I snap my fingers, and the lights dim like an artificial sunset until we’re in complete darkness.
“Fancy.” Her voice is heavy with exhaustion.
“Efficient.” I pull her even tighter, lightly kissing every inch of skin I can reach and thinking about the rest that I can’t.
She yawns, her hand coming up to cover her mouth. She melts into me, her hand resting on top of mine where it lies across her stomach.
“Hey, Devin?” she whispers into the dark. The way she says my name even as sleep starts to pull her under does something to me that nearly grips my lurking monster by the throat.
“Yes, love?”
“Thank you.” The words are simple, but I don’t miss the slight catch in her voice.
I give her a squeeze, still peppering her skin with soft kisses. I want to tell her that she will never have to thank me for anything, that what she does to my nearly dead heart, reminding it that there’s still something beneath my ribs, is more than I could ever give to her. And I will continue to bathe in the blood of our enemies and burn the world down for her.
But the words lodge in my throat, making it impossible to speak.
Instead, I curl into her, her response a soft sigh as sleep overtakes her. Her breathing steadies, evening out as she drifts off to sleep. Watching her, I let myself mold into her for a while, before begrudgingly pulling myself away, slipping quietly out of the bed .
As much as my body is screaming for me to crawl back under the covers and cover her body with mine, I have work to do. Pulling back on my sweats, I cross to the closet and pull out a T-shirt and a pair of my boxer briefs, laying them on the bench at the end of the bed for her in the morning. While I wouldn’t mind her walking around the penthouse naked all day every day, too many people are in and out at the moment. Soon, she will have that luxury of privacy, but for now, seeing her in my clothes makes me nearly feral.
Leaning over the bed, I press a soft kiss on her cheek. I might have imagined it, or the dim light is playing tricks on me, but I could have sworn that her lips tilted into a soft smile. The urge to crawl back in with her is even greater than before. She has me wrapped around her fucking finger.
I take a forced step back, making my way to the door. My hand on the handle, I look over my shoulder at her again. Her breathing is steady as sleep weighs heavily upon her, gently guiding her into dreamland.
Crossing the threshold, I quietly close the door behind me, the latch clicking close. The main living space is dark, the only light coming from the city outside the wall of windows, casting a warm glow on the space.
I don’t miss the large, dark figure slouched down in the high back chair. His eyes are hot and hungry, with his legs spread wide, showing off his very hard cock that’s pressing against his pants. One hand is clutching the armrest while the other palms his crotch, trying to tame his erection. A smirk tugs at my lips as I stand there, his gaze roving over me and stopping at my waistband.
He’s discarded his usual tactical mask, donning a material one printed with the mouth of a skeleton. He’s been wearing it around the penthouse at night, worried that someone will see him without something covering his face, especially now that we have two women staying here .
His eyes flicker back up to mine. “What the fuck are you doing?” he growls lowly.
Keeping the smirk on my face, I turn away from him and head toward the kitchen. Coffee will be the only thing keeping me from sliding back into bed with Lena.
My hips are rammed into the edge, hard enough that I know it will fucking bruise. Tony’s arm wraps around me, pinning my arms against my sides as his hand wraps around my throat and his fingers press into my pulse point, noting my now thundering heartbeat. His erection presses against my ass as he holds me tight against him, my own dick thickening.
His warm breath filters through the mask on his face, curling around my ear. He inhales deeply, his chest expanding against my back. “You fucking smell like pussy.”
I turn my head, my mouth only a breath from his. “Would you like for me to smell like something else?” The words tumble from my lips as my heart gallops in my chest.
He stiffens, but I don’t miss how he presses his cock harder against my ass, how easy it would be for him to press me down onto the counter and fuck me. Tony and I have danced a delicate dance for years, sharing plenty of men and women, but we’ve been careful never to cross that line.
Anger rolls off him. “Wipe that smirk off your fucking face and answer me. What the fuck are you doing?”
The growl in his voice vibrates through me, making my dick twitch. Fuck, I’m so fucking hard, and the tension swirling around us makes it damn near impossible to breathe.
“Helping her forget.” My voice is breathless as he squeezes my throat, the air almost depleted from my lungs.
“Forget what?” he bites. “Forget that she’s a pawn in this sick fucking game that Obsidian is playing? That her life hangs in the balance?”
I look at him sidelong, his grip on my neck holding me in place. “If that’s what you think she is, then yes,” I wheeze, my vision blurring on the edges as he keeps me on the edge of consciousness.
His other hand slides down my body, gripping my cock through my pants. “You need to learn to fucking control your urges.” He squeezes and I gasp, his fingers curling around my windpipe. “They’re a fucking hazard to our cause, Devin .”
“Teach…me...a...lesson,” I squeeze the words out around his hand, my limbs starting to tingle.
He squeezes my throat as he grips my cock, completely closing off my windpipe, euphoria taking over. What seems like a lifetime can only be mere seconds before he lets go, making me almost come in my pants.
Gasping, my palms land on the counter, supporting me as I choke on air as it rushes back into my lungs. The dark edges of my vision lighten, the lack of his warm body against mine sending a chill down my spine.
He’s halfway across the apartment, heading to his room, when I finally find my voice. “She’s going to be the one, you know.” I wrap my own fingers around my neck, the skin tender.
He stops with his hand reaching for the handle. He peeks over his shoulder, his skeleton mask bright in the city lights. “The one, what?” He cocks a brow as he looks me over, his voice rough.
I palm my throbbing cock, my other hand still clutching my throat. “The one to finally break us.” His eyes drift down, his fingers curling around the handle as his others curl into a fist. His stony facade cracks right before my eyes.
Without a word, he barges into his room, closing the door behind him with a soft thud.
The whooshing of my veins with every rapid heartbeat is loud in my ears, filling any semblance of silence. Seeing him lose control has my hand sliding past the waistband of my sweats, firmly gripping my cock. I nearly stumble to the same chair that he was in just moments ago, dropping myself down and pulling my throbbing cock out. Precum drips down the side as I slide my hand up and down my shaft, coating myself in my seed.
Biting my knuckles, I stifle a moan as I feel my balls tightening and I pull up my shirt, exposing my abs. That motherfucker knew exactly what he was doing and left me hanging out to dry.
My rhythm falters as heat gathers low and my balls constrict. I drop my head back, biting my cheek until the metallic taste of blood covers my tongue, as I come all over my stomach, stroking myself through the intense orgasm.
I stare up at the skylights in the ceiling, the glow of city lights shining through them, blocking any view of the stars above. I suck in a deep breath and look to Tony’s door, flipping it off for being the selfish asshole that he is and not finishing what he fucking started.