CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
Balor
“ G od, yeah. Take my cock.” I close my soapy fist around my throbbing dick, imagining I’m thrusting into Ella.
Christ, she took me so good in that L.A. hotel suite. Again, and again.
I wanted you.
I liked you.
I may have paid her, but she spread those legs out of pure desire for me.
Which meant all those fucking moans were real.
With my hand on the tile wall to steady me, I pump harder than usual, needing release. “Let me fuck your ass, it’ll feel so fucking good...”
No fucking teasing where this is going, like when my hand finds my swollen cock in the middle of the night and I just tell myself, one stroke to take the edge off.
I’m so wound up after she wakes me up, I can’t get into this shower quick enough to relieve the ache of my constant fucking erection. The morning she passed out after I knew she was all right, I showered and came all over the glass twice.
That minx has my mind by the balls. And in the gutter every hour I’m awake. Which is why I started taking pills to help me sleep.
I can’t fucking take it.
I’m full-on fucking my hand when movement catches the corner of my eye. My bathroom door is open when I’m sure I closed it.
Out of respect, since I gave Ella full reign of my house.
It’s her, I see the outline of her body. Jesus, she’s watching me. The glass is clear but the steam and the rivulets of water make for a very erotic show of me jerking off.
I should shout for her to leave. I should turn around. But damn it, I don’t want to. It’s been torture to keep my hands to myself, to hide what she’s doing to me.
Fuck, why is she watching me? That takes balls.
And damn, that gets me even harder.
Testing her, I keep going, full frontal.
I stroke the underside, massaging the fire traveling up my cock that will end in a deluge of cum. I feel it. I fucking feel it.
I struggle to see what she’s wearing. Is it one of those new outfits I bought her? Has she finally accepted that I want to take care of her?
The possessive O’Rourke side claws its way into my brain, telling me to take her and dominate her the way I want. The consequences of Kieran’s death plan for her father have strangled me since he gave the order at our meeting.
Knowing I’m being watched, I slowly work my hand up and down the entire length, trying to control my orgasm, and see how long Ella can take. How long will she stay and watch?
“Fuck, yeah,” I groan as the pumping tease tightens my balls.
My leg muscles tense as my cock twitches. I alternate the pressure to keep going. And damn, it’s so fucking good.
But it’d be better if her lips were around my cock.
Eyes glued to the figure in the doorway, I remember how Ella’s tight cunt felt, and my hand squeezes the same. A mistake because now I’m on the edge, slipping from my control.
This is fucking nuts. What the hell are we doing?
I drop my hand and slide the shower open. “Don’t you dare move. You want to watch me make myself come? You want a better view?” I step out and move toward her.
Water sluicing down the side of my face, I leave a trail of puddles on my floor tiles, but I don’t give a fuck.
Ella’s eyes are wide and she’s frozen. Either out of fear or heady with need to watch me finish.
Standing over her, I feel the water dripping from my face. It lands on her cheek, and fuck, I want to lick it.
“Get me off,” I growl through clenched teeth. “You’re no whore. You’re better than any whore I’ve had. Stroke my cock until I come because I want it. You want it.”
Ella doesn’t touch me, though. Her hooded chocolate eyes go wide with... I know that look. It’s beyond desire. It’s beyond want. It’s need.
“I said, make me come. Or leave.” I give her an out.
Ella swallows, her throat working.
I grip her neck. “Do that again. Swallow.”
The fucking muscles, taut and corded, blow my mind.
“I...” She groans, the vibrations driving me wild. “I want...”
“Whatever you want right now, take it. I’m yours. Right now.”
“I want to taste you.” Ella presses her lips against my bare, wet chest.
Her hands stroke the parts she can’t kiss. Further and further down until she gets on her knees in front of me.
Jesus fucking Christ.