Chapter 6 #2
Releasing her legs, I fished my wallet out of my pocket while she unzipped my pants and pulled out my cock, giving it a stroke. About to open my wallet, she took it from me, removed the condom and tossed the wallet on the floor, making me grin.
“You don’t need this, you know.” Eyes on me, she stepped back slightly and ripped the wrapper with her teeth.
I raised a brow. “Remove your mask and I’ll fuck you raw.”
Instead of an answer, she lowered herself to her knees, grasped my cock, flattened her tongue and swiped a line from my balls, up the shaft, swirled around the tip, and collected the pre-cum glistening there.
Eyes closed, her lips suctioned the head before she took me deep, her nose pressed against my abdomen, bringing with it a dizzying pressure that made me lightheaded.
The wet sounds of my cock fucking her mouth, the only sounds among the dead, of every inch sliding into the back of her tight throat until she gagged, the soft clink of the Jacobs ladder piercing hitting her teeth, pulled a hoarse groan from me.
When I heard her choke again on another harsh thrust, I grabbed her around the waist and hauled her up.
“You’re so damn delicious.” She panted, licking her lips.
“Danger always is, micia.”
In the time it took her to find her breath again, I’d slipped on a new condom, had her legs wrapped around me with her dress bunched at her waist and my cock slamming into her so hard, the back of her head hit the wall, forgetting how to breathe again.
Only, she gave as good as she got. Her hands in my hair, she fisted them tight enough to make me wince, tilted her head and sank her teeth into my neck. She drew blood, tearing me apart with moans I hadn’t made or heard in a long time.
And fuck if I didn’t lose myself in her heat, teeth, tongue, nails, and breath. She arched for me, moved with me, pulled me deeper into her orbit, until the world narrowed to the press of her body and the sound of her gasps in my ear.
Slipping one hand under her ass, the other found her clit.
I gave it a few circles then pinched it hard while fucking her into the wall.
She lasted all of five seconds. When she broke, she clenched around me so wet and tight I almost followed.
But shaking with the aftermath, she grabbed my jaw, forcing me to look at the cat-like mask.
“Not yet,” she breathed. “I need more.”
God fucking help me, I obeyed, fucking her harder, certain that come morning, her back would be scratched raw, her pussy wrecked and the idea of meeting me, horrendous.
Only, her next words suggested otherwise. “My mouth.” She pulled back. “I want your cum in my mouth.”
“Well, fuck me.” I grinned, letting go of her legs and watching her drop to her knees.
She didn’t waste any time yanking off the condom. With her hands gripping my thighs, she swallowed me in one quick slide, locking my cock between her tongue and the roof of her mouth in a deep mindfuckingblowing suck.
“Fuck,” One hand on the wall behind her, the other gripping her ponytail, I drove my cock deep, my ears tuned into the choking wet sucking noises. “That’s it, micia, take me deeper, let me hear you gag.”
With a low, primal groan, I slammed my hips forward in quick succession, sure the piercing knocked her teeth a few times.
Eyes on me, she grasped my balls, the tip of her tongue licking into the slit.
And fuck if she didn’t pull my damn cum out me like she owned me.
My cock spasmed hard, spilling hot liquid down her throat, sure I was drowning her.
Still, she kept her mouth locked around me, her eyes on me, her red lips fire around my dick.
Pulling out of mouth, relishing the spit line between her lips and the piercing at the tip of my cock, I gave the length a few strokes, emptying the rest of my cum on her mask, smirking when she licked her lips, catching the runway liquid.
If that wasn’t enough, with her eyes on me, she rubbed the remaining fluid into the exposed skin on her chin and neck then proceeded to lick her fingers.
That pink tongue swirling around the digits, a sultry turn on of note.
“Fuck, you’re something else.” I’d bedded dozens of women, but I’d never been undone by one. “What do you want from me?” I exhaled on an uneven breath, not sure what the fuck I was asking.
Slowly rising, she wiped her mouth then ran a thumb across my lower lip, eyes glinting behind the mask. “To show you that for all the power you own, there’s someone in this world you cannot predict.” She turned away, fixing her dress.
“You’re not unpredictable, micia,” I said, tucking myself away and zipping up.
She looked over her shoulder, waiting. Pulling out a pack of cigarettes, I tapped one into my palm and lit it. The flame flickered in the dark.
“You’re just a lock I haven’t picked yet. But I always find the key. Maybe not today. Maybe not tomorrow. Eventually I will.”
“And what makes you think I don’t want you to.”
The smoke caught in my throat for a second. She’d just blindsided me.
Before I could reach for her, she slipped away. At the end of the path, she glanced back, one last glimpse of her silhouette, masked, mysterious, devastating. “You’ll look for me, Remo, and you won’t find me unless I allow it.” Then she was gone.
The night closed around me, thick and quiet, her scent still on my skin, her taste lingering on my tongue, the phantom grip of her thighs around my waist, left an unsettling thought pulsing in my chest.
I’d never met a woman like her, yet I didn’t know if I wanted to kill her…or fall at her feet.
But one thing was certain. She didn’t just seduce me, she claimed her territory.