NEFARIOUS: B723 SERIES BOOK THREE, page 43
I dart out the tip of my tongue and feel his dick twitch in response. It does nothing to help out Mills's need of going easy on him.
Poor man.
He shouldn't be so damn thoughtful and sweet and handsome and dangerous and a million other things that I find damn impossible to ignore.
Taking him deeper, Mills adjusts himself in his seat, finally sitting back to somewhat relax and giving me more room between his body and the steering wheel.
I play with my pace with my lips and hand, seeing how he reacts and what really gets him to swerve off the road. Even though I feel entirely safe and confident that he'd protect us no matter what's happening.
Wanting more, I go deeper, watching my teeth at first until I experiment and lightly graze them along the sides of him. He curses under his breath, and his hand finds the nape of my neck and begins to massage it with his fingers.
Fucking thoughtful again.
That my neck might be straining over the knelt position I'm in while my body hangs over the console bobbing over his cock. I'm not a master at this by any means, so the tender gesture doesn't fall short on me.
It only makes him appealing and addictive.
Another mouthful and Mills is brushing away the hair from my face. The pads of his finger graze down my hollow cheek as if he's silently urging me on and wants to be part of it.
"You feel so good," he grounds out, softly stroking my skin. "Fucking beautiful. When I get you home, girl..." He purposely lets his sentence trail off, and my body hums for more.
More words.
More telling.
More of him.
More nights of us together because I want this.
I want him like I do my fashion career, and it scares me while invigorating everything I wish in between.
I've never met someone who just fluently gets me. Who knows before I do what I need. I guess I'm so used to taking the reins on my own life that I forget the small things like eating and making sense of a job.
That I can do more.
The car’s engine turns off a few minutes later, and Mills’s hands immediately cup my face, dragging me upward to meet his lips.
He kisses me like he’s on fire, and I’m the only thing that can put him out. His tongue sweeps past my lips and devours me there. He tastes like spearmint gum and a hint of weed, sending another rousing chill of lust sprinting through me.
“We gotta talk, baby,” he mutters, one of his hands trailing down my neck and naked collarbone.”
I bob my head in agreement but don’t utter a word. Mills groans, knowing he’s gotta break us up but doesn’t want to. Meanwhile, I’m fine right here, nor am I going to make the first move. I like this uncomfortable spot with his naked dick still wrapped in my hand and how it still creates spasms in my palm.
“Amirah,” he growls. “Get upstairs; I’m right behind you.” I smile, break the kiss, and lower my head to put him right back in my mouth again.
His grip tightens around my jaw, and he aligns our faces, his features packed with sheer hunger and aching in those turbulent blues.
“You lookin’ to off me here?” he challenges. “Get your hot piece of ass to your room. I’m coming.”
“Not yet,” I reply, biting down on my lower lip and not hiding my grin. “But if you’ll let me—“
“I’ll let you—“ He pulls down on said lip and widens my mouth. “—on your knees so I can see your lips wrapped around me when you’re gazing up. I really want to see what it looks like. Now, go.”
I move, opening the door and closing it softly behind us. Glancing back at the car, he’s still in it, putting himself back together, so I do what I was told and get to the elevators inside.
When I’m in, the doors begin to close before my hand shoots out to stop them. His strides are purposeful, determined, and dead-set on getting to me. His leather jacket gives him that edgy look with his black jeans and white shirt underneath that has some sort of writing on it, but I’m too entranced by the way he’s looking at me to give it a second thought.
His feet past the threshold of the elevator, and he bumps my body backward. His hands come up to my face again, caging me between them when my spine hits the wall and my butt the metal railing.
We kiss all the way up, his hand roaming down every inch of me as we do, and when the ding happens, announcing that we’ve met our floor, he hurls me out.
Letting us in with the key I already knew he had, he unlocks the door and pulls me first inside. The moment the door clamps shut, he’s whirling me around and hoists me in the air. Our mouths collide again, and he carries me somewhere in the penthouse. I meet his lips with a ferocity of my own when I’m straddling him seconds later on the sectional that he’s taken a seat on.
I’ve almost forgotten he wanted to talk when he heaves his lips from me. “I want to get something out there,” he pants, running his hands down my sides.
“Shoot.” I pepper kisses to the stubble of his cheek and to his ear.
“I wasn’t kidding when I said I kill people for a living.” I nod, not honestly quite sure how to swallow that one, but from what he made it sound, it was some top-secret government stuff.
How he’s here with me, I have no idea, but I don’t care.
“That bother you?”
“You kill terrorists and threats?” I press back.
“Yeah.”
“Then nope.” I wrap my lips around his earlobe and gently nipple with my teeth.
“I leave sometimes. I go out of the country.”
“For how long?”
“Depends on how big the mission is.” I pull back and look down at him. Gone is the playfulness off his face. He’s earnest and frowning like everything he’s about to tell me I’m going to dislike.
And I don’t want to hear it.
I don’t want this to end.
“Your job,” I reply slowly. “It’s dangerous?”
“Yeah.”
“And it’s important to you?”
“Yes. The people I work with, they’re very important to me. That’s why I wanted to bring you to Pittsburgh tomorrow.”
My brows knit. “To meet your friends?”
He shakes his head. “Family. They’re all my family.”
“I don’t know…”
“Is it because you’re not ready?” I didn’t think he could frown any deeper than he is now, but I feel like I’m hurting his feelings while not meaning to. “Because I want to date you.”
I don’t breathe. “What?”
“If it’s a question to you, Rus, I’m not doing something right.”
I move my head back and forth because…this is everything I want, all in one night.
The internship, the phone calls and text messages of people from New York Fashion Week wanting to speak to me, and most importantly of all, Mills.
“I’m just...surprised, is all,” I reply.
“Why?” When I don’t answer, he crooks his finger. “Come here.”
I lean in closer, and his lips connect with mine. “You’re gorgeous.” Another kiss. “Kind.” Another. “Smart.” Another. “And talented. You’re perfect.”
“I think you’re pussy drunk.”
His lips find the corner of my lips. “I’m definitely that. What about the other times you’re not around me?”
“No explanation for that.”
“I have one.” He rubs his nose against my cheek. “I’m fucking smitten with you.”
My lips lift, and I feel the butterflies in my stomach flutter excitedly away. “Is this what you wanted to talk about?”
“I just wanted to make sure you knew everything.”
Not everything.
I want to know what he’s still going to do with Odette and Solange.
But I don’t mention it.
“Now, I know,” I vouch, forcing a weak grin.
“So…what do you say? Do I get to fuck my girlfriend?”
Yes.
But where’s the fun in that?
Amirah Van Doren will be the death of me, I’m sure of it. Her weight on top of me, the way she’s not answering my fucking question and making my heart quicken in my chest, I think I’m borderlining a heart attack.
“Depends,” she slowly says, fidgeting with her fingers that are resting on my shoulders.
“On?” I lean back against the cushion of the couch to get a full view of her disheveled hair and clothes. “Anything you want, Rus.”
She cocks a mischief brow. “Anything?”
“Any-fucking-thing, baby.”
“I wanna play three wishes.”
I narrow my eyes. “What the fuck is that?”
“Three things, anything I want.”
I shrug. “Alright. Is this a one-sided thing?”
“You want me to be your girlfriend, isn’t that payment enough?” I chuckle at her attempting to be a brat, but she falls the fuck short because she can’t wipe the shit-eating grin off her face.
So I’ll play.
“Done,” I state because I know I’m about to win with becoming balls deep inside her at some point tonight. That, and I’d still give her these fucking wishes. “What would you like?”
She slides off my lap and stands in front of me. “I want your pants off.”
I scoff with a lazy smile and begin to unbutton my jeans, sliding the material down my legs. Her pretty eyes follow my every move, and I like that she isn’t shy about wanting me.
It actually makes me ache for her more.
The back and forth and all the things that have happened to us, I want to leave them all behind. I yearn to start over because the more I’m around her, the more old Mills begins to blossom and settle back in.
When I get them off and tossed to the hardwood floors, Amirah sinks to her knees, prying my legs wider to nestle her body in between them. With zero abandon, she pulls my dick out, and I fight the urge to tackle her ass to the floor.
The besotted feeling—yeah, I said that word—that warms my veins, kick-starting to an almost craze to strip her bare. When she sucked my cock in the car, it took everything in me not to crash the damn thing.
I wanted to look, but I didn’t want her to die.
I almost rear-ended a few people but saw them just in time to slow down and not slam my brakes to the floor.
All I wanted to do was see her shove my length down her damn throat and watch those green eyes water. To watch the ardor in her eyes glimmer and sparkle as she took what she wished.
Amirah leans over my bare cock then, licking the tip in one, slow and new form of torture for me. I’m not looking to do it to my victims anytime in the near future, but I’ll allow Amirah to do her best all over and around my cock.
“Second wish—“ Her greens flick up to meet mine, and I immediately don’t like the rebellious glimmer in them. “—I don’t want you to touch me.”
I scowl instantly because, alas, I spoke too soon. “You’re kidding me.”
She leisurely rocks her head back and forth. “Nope.”
“Now you’re just being cruel, Rus.” She ignores me and opens her mouth wide, taking all of me in one gulp of her mouth.
My nostrils flare as I grip at the couch to find nothing worth grounding me down, so my hands clench into fists. It literally curbs nothing.
I watch her head bob around me, my fingers itching to end this stupid game and lace through her copper hair that’s currently hiding her features. She must remember what I said in the car because she pulls it back and around her neck, giving me more of a reason to move.
She’s as stunning sucking my dick as she is riding it.
I know that taking her to Pittsburgh isn’t going to be easy. Not because of the guys but Emmy and Blue. I don’t want to put Amirah in a tough situation. Still, I’m serious about her being a permanent thing in my life. Emmy is my best friend and, if I can get Blue on board, I might stand a better chance.
But females and their grudges.
I swear to God, if Emmy and Blue don’t break and accept this, it’s going to put an unwanted riff between us. I meant what I said when I told Amirah that B723 was everything to me.
But so is Amirah.
I’m just not there yet to fully explain it out loud.
Shit, I’m not sure if I’ve really been in love with someone before. I’ve had girlfriends and dated for a year or two, but Amirah is like my heroin shot, and I keep coming back for more.
I crave it.
I need it.
I don’t feel the same without it.
I want to take things slow—I say that while she’s sucking my dick—but there is still unfinished business with her family and me.
And the more time that loots by, the more I let it go.
For her, not me.
I think I can live with it because Amirah erases it somehow. I’m not sure if I’m so stoned on her that everything else is clouded or if she just simply means that much that I’d never make her mourn them by my hands.
Amirah thrusts me from my inner thoughts and right back to reality when she deep-throats me.
“Fuck,” I growl out as she literally pops with her lips around my dick.
I think she’s going to say something, but she goes right back down, not giving her much of a chance to breathe through her mouth and not giving me an opportunity to settle down the tingling feeling in my balls.
I don’t want to come in her mouth.
I want it inside her.
“Wish number three.” I glare down at her because I’m already regretting my soft spot for her. She practically revels in my irritation because a shitty ass grin appears again on her sweet face. “I want you to tell me how you want it.”
“I want it a lot of different ways,” I leer. “I want to touch you for one.”
She promptly shakes her head. “No. That breaks wish number two.”
“You’re really pushing this shit.” I narrow my eyes but to no avail. Amirah isn’t scared of me.
She likes to fuck with me, though.
“Obviously not hard enough,” she acknowledges. “Because you’re still forming sentences.”
I sniff through my nose and hike my arms along the top of the couch, spreading my legs wider and handing myself over like a plate of meat. “Take your shirt off.”
I expect Amirah to argue, but she fingers her shirt and pulls it over her head. Her lacy black bra is a perfect contrast against her skin and the globes of her milky tits.
“Now, put me in your mouth.” She follows my order and descends slowly, pending my next command. “You like it slow, baby?”
Her green eyes flick up to me, and she bounces her head.
“You should’ve been a little more specific on that second wish because if I can’t touch you, you’re going to touch yourself.”
Amirah’s eyes slit and, this time, I smile.
“Play with that pussy and spread your legs.” Her body lowers as she comes down, taking more of my length as she does, and a hand disappears where I told her to put it. “Nice and easy, just like you’re sucking this dick.”
I focus on her, observing Amirah work herself even though I can’t see it all. Her facial features implode what she’s feeling. How good she’s caressing what she won’t let me.
“Take me further down your throat,” I order, testing to see if that’ll kick her lust up a notch.
I know it does mine.
Especially when her eyes stay purposely locked on me. She wants to finish what she started, but I’m not going without her.
“Ease up,” I tell her, finding her eyes watering. “And follow my lead.”
I begin thrusting up, fucking her mouth at my own pace. She hums around me, and I try to ignore it. Using her sexy, full lips is the sexiest shit she’s ever wanted me to do yet.
Future weekends like this, pent up in my place or the one I’m going to find her because that dickhead Trip isn’t going to move in while she’s still here. The shit’s too tempting, and I’ll kill him the same way I did the other two men that tried to touch her.
“I’d say you’re a good girl, Rus, but I think you’re bad as fuck. You're just better at hiding it.” She sucks harder and around the tip, causing me to squeeze the cushions of the sectional behind me.
Her mouth leaves my throbbing dick, and she asks, “Will you grant me another wish?”
“No,” I deadpan because I’m not sure if I can take any more form of her honeyed torment.
“Didn’t you want me to be your girlfriend?”
I tsk. “Baby, you will be my girlfriend. I have friends who can give me a few tips on kidnapping and making fake IDs.”
Her hands cup her breasts, and she leans forward, wrapping the soft flesh around me, and begins to titty-fuck my hard cock. “You wouldn’t do that to me.”
“Try me,” I challenge through gritted teeth, fighting back on my developing orgasm. “I’m starting to get in way over my head with you.”
“If you give me four,” she darts out her tongue and licks the tip of my dick. “You’ll get five wishes tomorrow.”
“Do I have to use them all in one day?” She shakes her head, and I jump at the offer.
“Deal.” Amirah immediately rises and steps out of her panties.
Twirling around, she begins to sit right on top of me. Guiding me back to her but inside her.
“You’re just asking for it,” I growl as she sinks onto me. Her pussy tightly closing around my shaft, and I can’t help but jolt forward to fill her to the hilt.
Amirah gasps but quickly finds her pace, holding onto my thighs as she mounts me reverse cowgirl style.
Her ass jiggles as she comes down, tempting me to take it as my first wish tomorrow. It takes everything not to seize her hips and take over. I’m respecting the hell out of her silly little game that will, in fact, get me an opportunity to get her where I want her.
But, then again, I’ll take Amirah any place, any time, no exceptions, no excuses.
“I still want you to play with that pussy, Rus…unless you want me to.”
“No—” she snaps her neck to glance over her shoulder. “This is me fucking you.”
