“I’m just”–I draw in a sharp breath when he takes my nipple between his knuckles and squeezes–“showing my gratitude.”
He shakes his head. “No. You want something. What is it?”
I know the secret to a good lie is to stick as closely to the truth as possible. That’s what I’d done in the lobby when he was quizzing me, and it seemed to work.
“I don’t have any resources available to me here. No network. No contacts. I can’t afford to stay in a decent hotel for more than a couple of nights.” I lift my gaze to his and hold it. “I’d much rather stay here. I’m making friends.”
“So you thought you’d suck my dick, and we’d be friends?” he shakes his head. “Sorry, little warrior. I’m not that easy to play.”
“You haven’t had my mouth on your cock yet.”
Chapter Three
Maykl
Blyad’.
A surge of lust makes my fingers reflexively tighten at her throat.
“You’re confident.”
She nods and starts to lower to her knees, but her jaw catches at my immovable grip.
She wants to suck my cock. It’s a trick, obviously. Or a manipulation. Still, she’s a goddess with that moon-pale hair and the dark coral bow-tie lips. I want to fuck that pretty mouth if for no other reason than to get something honest out of her.
I know it’s the wrong move. It’s almost like I can sense the utter destruction this female will rain down on my life, but I also suspect the demise would be worth it. I release my hold on her neck and let her kneel in front of me.
She opens the button on my jeans and frees my erection.
I’m somewhat mollified to see her fingers tremble as she reaches to grip my length. She’s not as practiced at this as she pretends. And she is up to something.
She lifts my cock to trace the vein that runs on the underside, from base to tip.
I shudder at the pleasure of it. At my need for more.
I should put a stop to this. Grab her by the arms and haul her to her feet. Slap that pretty ass and tell her to stop her games.
But I’ve already allowed her to start. I might as well receive the pleasure that precedes whatever wicked destruction I’ve unleashed at her hands.
She takes the tip of my cock into her mouth and slides it in and out, teasing me. Torturing me.
I grip the back of her head and shove in deep. Remind her who’s in charge here.
She stiffens, but recovers quickly, hollowing her cheeks to suck hard as I pull back, then taking me deep toward the back of her throat when I press in again.
“You look so pretty with those lips around my cock,” I murmur.
I’m not usually much of a talker–dirty or otherwise–but something about this woman seems to remove all my filters. All my reason.
I caress her cheek with my thumb as my fingers at the back of her head urge her forward and back at a rhythm that has me sucking in my breath through flared nostrils. Relishing the sensation.
Maybe it’s because this is wrong. Because I know it’s a mistake. Maybe it’s because Kira is my own special Kryptonite. Whatever the reason, it is the best blowjob I’ve ever had. She was right. There’s something about seeing my little Valkyrie kneeling at my feet, her pale skin flushed with passion, her ice-blue eyes looking up at me for my reaction that unleashes a lust I didn’t even know I was capable of.
I shove deeper, hitting the back of her throat and gagging her with my cock. She struggles to take me. When her fingers tighten around the base of my cock, perhaps to control my movements, it only drives my need for her.
I know I’m toeing the line, or, maybe, I’ve already crossed into disrespect, and somehow, surprisingly, that’s what brings my control back. I pull out of her mouth, and in one smooth motion, haul her from her knees to my shoulder. I clap one heavy hand down on her perky ass as I carry her into my bedroom.
When I toss her on the bed, there’s a mixture of fear and excitement in the flush of her skin, the whites of her eyes. The way she watches me as I shuck my clothes. Her gaze travels over my hairy chest, taking in the tattoos that cover my right pectoral and shoulder.
She may have been offering the blowjob as a transaction, but I’m all in now. Ready to reciprocate. Dying to see how she looks in the throes of an orgasm.
I climb on the bed and push her knees wide. “I need to taste you now, Kira.”
“Oh.” She sounds startled. Like she doesn’t know how to receive my offering. Like it hasn’t been done enough to her.
I intend to change that. Show her what she’s been missing. The moment I lick into her, her hands are at my ears. I suspect it’s more out of a need for control than out of passion. She jerks with every flick of my tongue like it’s too intense. More sensation than she’s used to.