Chapter Fourteen
Eros
I could understand why she was upset with me.
I had no business talking to her the way I did because she had every right to know who was trying to kill her.
But I also had to wrap my head around the fact that someone I cared about, who I thought was dead, was now back on my radar trying to kill her.
Could I have handled the conversation better? Of course. But sometimes I was an impulsive motherfucker. You know the type to do something first, then ask questions later. Which I knew was something I would need to work on if I wanted to explore whatever this was with Janea.
I ran my hand back and forth along my cock. “How bad do you want it?” I asked.
Even though I knew she’d deny it because she was pissed at me, she can’t hide the desire flaring in her beautiful eyes.
She couldn’t hide the thumping of her pulse against my fingertips when I had my hand wrapped around her throat, or the way her chest rose and fell more rapidly.
Despite the words coming out of her mouth, Janea wanted this as much as me, no matter how much anger she had at me or her situation.
“I don’t,” she said, her eyes raising from my dick to mine. “I want to leave.”
A dark chuckle escaped my lips as I took a step closer to her. “I’m not so sure that you do, sweetheart. I think that while your lips spew bullshit like you don’t want me or you want to leave, that body of yours already knows who it belongs to.”
She rolled her eyes. “My body is not yours and will never be.”
I couldn’t contain my laughter at that ridiculous lie. It just poured out. The way I had her body singing yesterday she would never be able to convince me her body wasn’t mine. “Who are you trying to convince? Me or you?”
She scoffed.
“Don’t believe me?” I tightened my grip on my dick, increasing the speed of my hand movements to gauge her reaction. “I bet anything that your pretty cunt is wet and ready for me.”
“You’re out of your mind, Niko,” she said breathlessly.
Hearing Niko, not Eros, roll off her tongue filled me with an overwhelming sense of satisfaction. Her words ignited a primal desire in me to possess her body after she had already claimed a part of me with that name.
“Stand,” I ordered.
She looked at me for a moment, then slowly rose off the bed.
“Take your clothes off and get on your knees.”
“I’m not getting on my knees, Niko.”
As soon as the words left her lips, my hand wrapped around her throat again. Her little gasp and wide eyes filled with desire sent another surge of lust straight to my dick. I smiled. “I think my beautiful, sexy, woman likes it rough.”
“I’m not your woman, and you don’t know shit about me.”
Another laugh escaped me. “Strip and get on your knees, beautiful. And let’s see if I know you or not.”
She shook her head. “No.”
I loved this little back-and-forth game she wanted to play. But I was losing my patience. My dick was hard, and I knew for a fact her cunt was weeping. I was ready to sink inside her warm mouth before driving into her pussy.
I grasped her curls tightly, the soft strands slipping through my fingers as I tilted her head up to meet my gaze. “Do it now before I make you.”
Because I haven’t had time to shop for her, she wore Lydia’s clothes; a slightly too-big t-shirt from an 80s rock band and worn blue jean shorts that fit her ass like a glove.
I let go of her hair, giving her the opportunity to do what I asked before I ripped it off of her myself.
She inched away, a small, almost unnoticeable movement, before pulling the shirt over her head and letting it drop to the floor, leaving her full breasts on display.
My mouth watered. I was eager to taste her dark, beautiful nipples, but she needed to learn how to control that fucking mouth of hers around my brothers and not deliberately provoke me.
So, first she would swallow my cum before I got to taste the rest of her body.
She unbuttoned her blue jean shorts, then slid them down her thick thighs until they pooled at her beautiful bare feet.
“You are stunning,” I whispered, focusing on the perfectly groomed jet-black curls covering her cunt.
With full breasts, wide hips, and flawless skin, Janea Thorne was undeniably the most beautiful woman I’d ever laid eyes on. And I couldn’t wait to slide back inside her tight cunt.
“On your knees, sweetheart.”
Gently grasping her hand, I helped her lower herself to the cool, smooth floor. She wouldn’t have to be on the hardwood floor for long because it wouldn’t take long for me to bust a nut, seeing how much she had me aroused.
As she licked the pre-cum from the head, her touch on my thigh sent shivers down my spine. I groaned, my fingers tangling in the soft, springy curls of her hair, its scent faintly smelling of my shampoo.
Her tongue licked from the base of my dick all the way to the head before her mouth engulfed me entirely. And I was in fucking heaven. With a firm grip on her hair, a low hum vibrated from her. It sounded almost like a purr.
“Fuck,” I groaned as the vibration moved over my entire body. “That’s it, beautiful. You look so good with your mouth full of my cock.”
I pushed forward over and over again, the tip of my dick hitting the back of throat until tears leaked from her beautiful eyes.
With my thumb, I wiped away her tears as she gazed up at me while taking all I could give her.
“You ready for me to come down your throat, sweetheart?” I asked as I fucked her face, harder and faster.
As I thrust in and out of her mouth, her nails tightly gripped my thighs.
She hummed, and that was all it took to push me over the edge.
A tingling warmth covered my entire body, from the soles of my feet to the top of my head.
“Fuck!” I grunted as I released inside her mouth.
“Swallow every fucking drop, beautiful.”
As she took every last drop of my cum, her eyes remained fixed on mine, reflecting the same desire and longing inside of me.
As I came down from my high, I gently removed myself from her mouth and helped her up from the floor.
“Lay down on the bed, sweetheart, so I can eat that beautiful pussy, then fill it with my cum.”