29. Nyah #2
It didn’t do anything other than make the urge to orgasm even stronger. “Oh God!”
“You don’t get to come. Not until I say you can.”
I whimpered, and when he stood and pushed me down to my knees, I went willingly. He stood in front of me, undid his pants, and pulled out his thick cock.
He was already hard, but he stroked it as he stared down at me, the anger gone from his eyes, but the need still there, burning hot.
He touched his cock to my lips. “Suck me, Nyah. Take it deep.”
I opened my mouth without any hesitation, and he thrust inside me. He was warm and thick, my mouth stretching wide to accommodate him.
He wasn’t gentle like any of the other times I’d blown him.
This was all new.
And exciting.
He grabbed the back of my head, controlling how deep I took him, and I let him, because I knew, that if at any point I had said stop, he would have.
To an outside observer, this might have looked nonconsensual, but I knew him. Trusted him. Understood that even when he was mad, even when he was “punishing” me, if I had ever wanted him to truly stop, he would have.
Stopping wasn’t an option.
I just wanted to pleasure him the way he had me.
So I took his cock so far in it hit the back of my throat.
He withdrew before I felt the urge to gag, and then he did it again, taking it farther each time, testing how much I could take and paying such close attention to my expression that he knew instantly when he was passing the point of pleasure into something that made me uncomfortable.
He fucked my mouth and pulled my hair, and I dipped my fingers between my legs, finding my clit, so damn turned on that if he wasn’t going to make me come then I would have to take matters into my own hands.
He pulled out. “That’s not your job.” He knelt down with me, behind me this time, and wrapped his arms around me, one finding my breast and freeing it from the top of my dress so he could tweak and play with my nipple.
The other found the split in my dress and my nakedness underneath. He took control of my clit and rubbed it fast and firm, making me gasp and grind back on him until his cock was between my legs.
It was me who reached down between us and guided him inside me.
We both groaned in unison as I sank deep onto his erection, the thickness of him spreading me wide, the pleasure and relief of finally having him inside me so damn sweet I couldn’t think of anything else.
Definitely not Carlos and Luca and Lynx downstairs, who had likely noticed I’d been missing for a long time.
I couldn’t care. Couldn’t stop. I was too close, too on the verge of an orgasm that felt like it started in my soul.
He fucked me from behind, so slow I knew he didn’t care people would be noticing I was missing. He drove into me, taking what he wanted, giving me what I needed, until I was gasping and panting, and the touch of him inside me, on my clit and at my nipples, was too much.
“Oh God!” I came around him in a shaking, shuddering pulse that had my vision going wobbly. I closed my eyes and leaned back on him, taking every thrust and grind of his hips against my ass.
He didn’t stop. He pushed in and out of me, chasing down his own orgasm and prolonging mine. When he came, he was buried deep inside me, my name a ragged whisper on his lips.
I couldn’t help it. I lifted my hand to the back of his head and twisted so my mouth found his.
We sank into each other, into that kiss like it was the air we needed to breathe.
Like we knew this was coming to an end and there was nothing either of us could do to stop it.
Those tears formed in my eyes again.
But while he was holding me, while he was still inside me, I couldn’t cry.
We knelt there, breathing heavy in the afterglow, needing each other but knowing we couldn’t have it.
“I can’t stand by and watch you throw your life away,” he whispered, his warm breath gently lifting the small strands of hair around my ear.
“I won’t have a life at all if I don’t. And neither will you.”
And neither would our baby. I ached to tell him. To move his hand from my breast or from between my legs and have it rest on my belly, over our growing baby.
But it was too cruel. Not when this baby would never be his, even if he had fathered it. I was being selfish and I knew it, but if I wanted to keep this baby, to have it here in my arms, I needed to make the Guerras believe it was theirs.
And Dax too.
It would be easier, kinder on him, if he never knew the truth.
So even though it killed me, I pressed my lips together, refusing to utter the words that so desperately wanted out of my mouth.
“I have to go,” I whispered.
“I know.” He helped straighten my dress, tucking my boobs away and tugging the whole thing down so the slit was in its rightful spot mid-thigh. “But I’m going to fight for Guerra.”
I froze and shook my head. “You can’t.”
If he fought for Carlos, he’d be around all the time. And if he was around all the time, I knew in my heart this would keep happening. We’d keep seeking each other out, unable to stop the lure of the attraction between us.
And there was only one way that ended.
With us getting caught.
And ending up in body bags.