Chapter Fifteen #3
He nods fast, gazing up at me, looking fucking drunk. “Yes, baby. I promise, you are…Whatever you want.”
I… want… to…
Kill… you…
Knelt between his parted legs, I hover above him. Practically zipped, our bodies rock together ever so slightly, his arms resting at his sides. Fists clenched because I know he wants to touch, but he won’t. Not unless I say so, and it’s mesmerizing.
Being in control of such a dangerous man.
Pushing his shirt open, I press my palms flat on the firm planes of his pectorals, flesh so warm and soft. And now my hair is hanging around my face, framing it as my chest heaves and I allow my touch to skim… lower. Tracing the curves of his abdominals, down to the waist of his tailored pants.
“You are so damn sweet,” he purrs. Lidded, Adam’s apple bobbing. “So unbearably sexy… Oh, beautiful, you’re driving me insane.”
“Yea?” I choke, curiously touching his belt buckle.
He nods again. “Yea. I’m dying for more, baby…”
Yes… good… die…
“You’re killing me, precious thing…”
I feel like I could pass out, sweating and thrumming and rocking my hips. Head swirling with deep, growly pleas and taunting words. Plump muscles, and pink lips, and knives, and blood…
Big… hard…
Fuck, muy grandisimo.
“You wanna touch, don’t you?” My fingers drift… tracing the shape of him through his pants.
It jerks and throbs beneath my touch.
“Uhhyes. Yes yes, perfect thing. I want you to let me…”
The air around us is thick and hazy as I attempt to wade through the fog of this moment, saturated with sexual appetite, and focus on what I need.
Distraction…
I swallow an uneasy gulp. “You can touch…” I lift one of his hands in mine, placing it on my chest. “Here.”
Humming, he squirms beneath me. He’s so tall, long-limbed and spread out, writhing in delectable agony for me. I can’t believe this is happening… I can’t even fathom or understand this, but I’m blazing an inferno of fearless desire.
El Diablo… I have him.
I’ve captured him, finally.
His fingers grip, held in place by my own, squeezing tenderly. Not hard, still not aggressive or rough. Just a tender caress of my chest that has my nipple peaked and aching inside my clothes.
In an effort to move this along, I think, I release him and whip my shirt over my head. His hooded gaze widens a bit, like he didn’t expect that. It fills me with even more drive as I bring his hand back to my chest.
“Touch,” I instruct and he does, long fingers treasuring the curve of my pectoral.
“Do you… have any idea… how truly stunning you are?” He brushes his fingertips over my nipple and I whine. His hips lift, urging for friction. “Mmm… fuck, tell me what you want, baby love. Tell me how I can please your sweet, hot body.”
Dazed, I’m practically collapsing into him, stammering and gasping for air. “Are you… begging?”
“Fuck yes… please.” He brushes his thumb over my nipple and I shudder. “Please let me worship you, gorgeous… please please please.”
God… damn.
Dios, what the… fuck.
Trembling, I take his other hand and bring it around, placing it on my ass. He releases a shiver of breath, riding on a humming groan. Arching up to me while I push down on him until he grunts.
“God… ffuck,” I gulp as he treasures my chest, petting me in slow caresses.
My nipples, swells of muscle, down to my navel, while his other hand palms my ass, still so gently. Almost… too gently.
This behavior is just throwing me the hell off.
Who is this man?? This is not what I expected. In so many ways, but I just don’t understand how or why…
“You’re gonna have to say it, my sweet…” He hums, almost tauntingly. As if he’s reading my mind… “I need to hear the words.”
He wants verbal consent…?
What dimension am I in??
Whining, almost petulantly, I shake my head, dropping my lips to his throat. Licking and kissing, but mostly hiding.
He tastes so good…
God, fuck, what am I doing?
Can I reach my knife…?
The hand on my chest runs up slowly to brush through my hair. “I like being teased by you, precious. And I like teasing you.” His voice is rough, but youthful with some humor that feels way too light for someone so dark. I lift my face to gaze down at him. “I’ll wait forever if I have to.”
Fingers absentmindedly tracing the tattoo on his chest, I simply stare.
He’s wide open right now, exposed for me.
What about this feels so… real?
This doesn’t feel like an act, and it’s coiling me into an even tighter knot. I’ve been bound for years because of this man. Waiting for my moment to unravel and release.
I need this.
I need my… release.
On the cliff, with flames licking my back, I leap off the edge.
I press my mouth to his… And I soar.
“Fuck,” I mewl between his unfathomably soft lips, instantly unleashed. Grinding into him desperately while I suck and whimper, “I want you…”
I’m fucking flying.
He groans, holding my jaw as I cling to him, kissing furiously. “Sweet, sweet thing… Mmff, you are irresistible.”
“Fffuck me… T-touch me.”
Brain imploding, body melting.
I don’t even know what’s happening, but I think I’m biting him, and his chest is rumbling, hips chasing. His wicked tongue slips inside to pet mine, I’m falling apart.
God, I don’t think I’ve ever throbbed so hard.
Stiff and wet…
“I want a taste,” he purrs ragged. “Every inch of you… Let me have all of your sweetness, love.”
“Uhmff…” A ridiculously needy sounds flees me, and he chuckles.
It’s so insanely sexy, I forget where I am for a moment. Who I am, who he is… What I’m supposed to be doing.
I’m just… gone.
“Is this what you want?” His covetous hands explore, blazing a trail of desire down my chest and my waist. He grips my hips, holding me on top of him, pulling me down while he arches to thrust his erection between my legs. “You wanna feel it…”
Abruptly, he sweeps me beneath him. Then he flips me onto my stomach, crooning in my ear, “Or do you want to feel it?”
“Fuck… me…” I gasp with my face on fire, barely even aware of what I’m saying or doing.
But I’m lifting my hips to push my ass against the full, solid shape in his pants while he touches me all over.
“You’re not as unsure as you thought, sweet thing,” he hums, kissing the nape of my neck, down my shoulders and my back. “With the bartender…”
Huh…?
His hot mouth trails down my spine, strong hands gripping my hips and tugging at my pants, licking the line above them. I’m swirling, squirming with him pulling until the crack of my ass is exposed. He bites, and I shiver.
“I know why…” he keeps rambling, tearing my pants down more. All the way… until they’re around my thighs and I’m sort of… trapped. “You didn’t want it. Not from him… Not like that.”
“Uhh… mm?” I’m panting, wriggling beneath his large frame.
Too wound and greedy for sensation to be confused by his words.
Slipping his hand between my legs, he touches me tenderly, caressing my sensitive, swollen inches. My entire body ignites instantly, and I whimper.
“That’s it, baby,” he coos, just gently brushing his fingers on me where I’m pulsing and leaking, and soaking my underwear through. “That’s it… That’s what you wanted, isn’t it?”
“God… fffuck yes.”
I feel his mouth ghost over my crack and my eyes roll back in my skull. He runs his lips up and down over the material of my briefs, biting and tugging at them with his teeth as I spin the fuck out.
This is too much… Way too much.
It feels too good. I can’t control myself, and this isn’t… what… I…
“You’ve been waiting for me… haven’t you?” His tone seems to have shifted a bit, growing darker. More wickedly seductive, the way I’d expected to hear him.
The way that reminds me of back then…
“No one else can give you what you need, my angel.”
When he speaks my name, I gasp. I’m not sure if he was calling me a pet name… Or saying my name.
Either way, I’m on fire and too busy burning to stop this. I’m at his mercy, legs pinned beneath him while he massages my erection gently. I’m so hard, and tight, clenching and throbbing… Mere moments from erupting.
“Only I make you this wet…” Slumped forward, he licks my ass through my underwear, growling and groaning as he does. “God, you’re dripping for me, huh, baby?
I can’t even help nodding, rocking back against his mouth, and his hand simultaneously. These sensations… I’ve never felt anything quite like it before. And he’s giving them to me effortlessly.
My head is spinning…
Maybe I have really been waiting for him?
“You wanna come, don’t you?” His voice flows into me. “From my hands, and my mouth…”
He extends his tongue, licking me, soaking and hot, between my hole and my balls, drawn up and about to burst. His fingers graze the underside of my shaft, my crown, teasing the wet spot over and over. Making it wetter.
“Mmm, soaking wet, baby… Show me,” he demands. “Show me how your legs shake and your hole quivers… show me just how fucking sweet you come for el diablo.”
Fuck…
Oh no…
Yanking my hips back, he holds me in place and stuffs his face between my legs, sucking and sucking my balls until I snap.
“Ohh… oh oh ohhffuuck…unnghh!” A hoarse sob leaves my lips as my body unfurls.
And I fucking come. Hard and fast and fucking wild.
Face down, ass up, I’m quaking. Pulsing and contracting in the most intense orgasm of my entire existence. I can barely feel how hard he’s gripping me, but I know his fingers are digging into the flesh of my hip while he holds me up and rides me through it.
Purring and crooning between my legs. “Fuuck yes… fucking come for me, baby. Come on my mouth, beautiful… Let me taste how goddamn sweet you are for me.”
His warm tongue swipes up the length of my twinging cock through the wet fabric, the feeling sending a wave of tingles through the pleasure that’s already flowing. Shooting cum into my briefs while he’s licking and lapping at where it’s coming out.
“Uhhfuckme, fuck me fuck me,” I cry hoarsely, sobbing and suspended in space and time.
Until he murmurs, “Mmm… Dulzura. You know I’ve been waiting for you too, pajarito.”
My entire body stiffens, seizing with fright.
I’m still all tingly and fighting for breath, but now I’m panicking. Wriggling, trapped by my pants and his body weight.
“What took you so long, Angel?” That tone is all-knowing and wholly evil.
I can feel his smirk as it runs back over my balls, kissing them while I flinch because it’s too much. I’m sensitive everywhere, but now I’m also shivering. Ripped too soon out of euphoria I foolishly thought I could have, confused and baking in such thick humiliation and rage, I can barely see.
Fuck this…
My eyes well with tears.
The Ivory sits back nonchalantly, releasing a leisurely breath of satisfaction while I scramble onto my side, ripping at my pants. His amusement is visible, though he’s not grinning. He’s just gazing down at me, flushed and rumpled himself as his head slants to the side.
We end up staring at each other, just breathing. The facade smashed through like stained glass. He somehow looks different now, too… The cruel and merciless being I’ve known him to be all along. He distracted me with an act, one infinitely better than mine could ever be.
He knew all along, and he played me.
Fucking idiota.
“Sweet little bird,” he sighs, running his hand up my waist.
I smack it away, and he chuckles.
“Fuck you,” I sniffle, whipping up my pants and reaching for my knife.
But of course… it’s not there.
He holds it up in his hand. “Looking for this?”
A soft whimper of wrathful sorrow leaves my lips as I fight tooth and nail against the tears that want to slip from my eyes. Much different from the tears I was crying just a minute ago, in the purest, most blinding pleasure I’ve ever felt.
These are tears of hatred, for myself as much as him.
The Ivory sucks his teeth, shaking his head. “There there, little bird. Don’t hate me.”
“I do hate you,” I snarl, lunging to grab a handful of his open dress shirt. He lets me, simply blinking while I seethe in his face, “I hate you more and stronger than anyone’s ever loathed anything.”
“That’s not very nice, Angelito.” He faux-pouts. “After what I just gave to you…”
“I didn’t want that,” I hiss. “Especially not from you…”
“Lies,” he hums. “I knew as soon as I saw you what you’ve been needing…” My jaw tics. “Boys like the bartender will never understand you, pajarito. Not as I do.”
My brows furrow. “Estás loco. Diablo… are you jealous?”
His amusement falls, and he gets this rabid sparkle in his black irises. “Nothing to be jealous of. I just know you shouldn’t be giving yourself to random fuckboys who will never truly see you.”
I’m gaping at him, as the words crawl from within my throat, “You’re not my father. You killed him, remember? You sick fuck…”
He continues to regard me, like he’s not fazed in the slightest by my vicious words.
“You’re right. I did,” he utters. “And you know why, so there’s no point in arguing about it.”
“Fuck you…” I grunt again.
“I wasn’t lying before,” he goes on, needling me while I’m fuming. “I have been waiting for you… Knowing all these years that one day you would come for me.”
A ghost of a quirk tugs the corner of his mouth.
“You think you know me??” I growl over his mouth. “You know nothing.”
In a flash, I’m on my back again, and he’s pinning me down, my knife in his hand, at my side.
“I know you’re just as alone as I am, and that you tell yourself you like it, but you don’t.
You hate it, in fact. I know that you’ve been waiting fifteen years for this moment, as I have, but deep down, you knew you’d squander it.
Because as hard as you try, you’ll never be evil enough to take my life.
And you’ll never understand why you don’t truly want to be. ”
“I hate you, puta.” I spit in his face. “Give me that knife, I’ll gut you right now.”
He huffs out an incredulous scoff that boils my blood even more. “You’re weak, pajarito. Because you need. But I make you feel what no one else does… Only me. I make you cry like you’re still a sniveling little baby with bliss and agony. I own your every sensation, by right, Angel. Don’t push me.”
“You. Don’t. Own. Me.” I teem. “And you will die by my hands, Diablo. That is my right.”
Before he can say another word, I launch my knee up, hard, right into his balls.
He roars, toppling off of me in pain. I don’t think, stop, or hesitate.
I just run.
Run out of the room while he groans and coughs, “Fuck… Huyes de tu jaula, pajarito… I’ll be… waiting…”