Chapter 28 #2
With his shoes removed, I brushed my fingers across his feet before crawling them along the inside of his legs. My hunger was creating a need, a temptation to stop teasing him. I needed to feel his cock inside, the grounding as our bodies connected formidable.
And comforting.
I yanked down the zipper, immediately pushing the material aside and within seconds I had his cock in my hand. I’d touched him several times before, but his shaft up close, the thick veins protruding on both sides was a thing of beauty.
Just blowing across the tip had him reaching for me, fisting my hair and whispering words that I wasn’t paying any attention to. Why should I?
Suddenly, he lifted his hand dramatically, winking at me as be backed away.
“Not here.” His words reverberated in my ears. He jerked off his pants, pitching them away by several feet. His black silk boxers were next and all the while, his chest rose and fell. “Come, sweet angel. Follow me.”
I studied him as he took deliberate steps onto the balcony, pulling out a chair and sitting down. Tempting fate was something he loved doing, pushing every envelope of decency and humanity his specialty.
Tonight was no different.
He couldn’t care less if people on adjoining balconies could catch a glimpse. There was no concern in the man that a sharpshooter just might be waiting in the building across the street, easily able to take a crack shot killing one or both of us.
The man was simply too powerful to die.
At least in his own mind.
Instead of walking to meet him, I decided to crawl. Now on my hands and knees, I tossed my hair as I shifted toward him. By the point I was at the doorway, I sensed his patience was all but gone. Now every muscle in his body was tense, piano chords that could easily snap.
He beckoned me with a single finger and in the soft glow of the lights emitted from the room, I noticed his brow was furrowed. When I finally made it between his legs, he shook his head before bending at the waist and wrapping his hand around my throat.
“What if someone see us?” I asked innocently enough, but I should have anticipated the answer.
“Then they die.”
His words sent a cold shudder through me even as the light breeze tickled my skin.
“I told you that your continuous teases weren’t a very good idea. Now, I’ll need to punish you. Open your tart mouth.”
I did as I was told but immediately darted my tongue across his cockhead.
His gaze was far too pointed, his lips curling in pleasure.
The way his fingers dug into my neck, the hold even more possessive created a series of dancing vibrations into my core.
It was strange how a part of me was afraid.
Not of the man or what he could do, but what this might become.
The act of swirling my tongue around his cock was just as stimulating for me as it was for him. My heart raced, the skyrocketing bullets going off in every twitching muscle keeping my pussy throbbing and entirely too wet.
My juice had already slickened my thighs.
It was mystifying how Jago always managed to read my mind.
“I’ve been told women are naturally poisonous vixens,” he said as he shifted his hand, now stroking my hair as he would with a Persian kitty. “Do you believe that?”
I lifted my head from my task long enough to lick my lips before answering. “Every woman has the ability to use her cunning wiles; the problem isn’t in their behavior, but the men trapped with an inability to think beyond their dicks.”
From the beginning I’d made him laugh. Tonight was no exception. But as he fisted my hair in an act of defiance to what I’d said, I realized he was no longer attempting to figure out my crazy mind.
He’d already done so.
I dragged my tongue down his shaft, darting licks across his balls. He watched me carefully with hooded eyes while I sucked on his testicles. The taste of him mirrored his scent, the deep musky tones assaulting my senses.
“If you keep doing that, you’ll be forced to take my load.” I did so adore how his voice spun into a much deeper level when he was completely and uncontrollably aroused.
“Mmm…”
He laughed and sat back with a hard thump, immediately lolling his head to the side. “You fucking annoy me. Do you know that?” He clamped his fingers around my hair as he slid down in the chair, spreading his legs open even wider.
If I were more of a dangerous woman, I’d have him in the perfect spot to destroy him. Perhaps he did trust me after all.
I took his cockhead into my mouth, keeping my tongue swirling until a few drops of pre-cum splashed across my tongue. With his cock in my mouth, I sucked in my breath, holding him in the same place for what seemed like an eternity.
He cursed in Spanish, words that only echoed in my ears as I moved onto my knees. I cupped his balls, rolling them through my fingers. I’d never experienced mind-blowing sex with a man before him, someone so dark and dangerous that he made my skin tingle and crawl at the same time.
But that no longer mattered.
As he jutted his hips up from the chair, I did what I could to relax my throat.
He coaxed me to take even more until my bottom lip rested on his balls.
Everything about the powerful man was a work of art, but the nagging inner voice of my mind constantly reminded me he had a body made for hurting things.
Yet on this night, all I craved was for him to hurt me in the same sensual way he’d done before. I longed for him to devour me.
A brutal grunt was followed by him gently pushing me away. “Enough.”
“Why?”
He rose to his feet, taking me with him. “Because that’s the way it’s going to be.” His husky whisper blanketed my naked body before his lips collided with mine.
That reminded me of the startling truth.
The first kiss had sealed our fate.
His words were no longer a threat, but a reality.
I’d surrendered my destiny. Now I belonged to him.