NEFARIOUS: B723 SERIES BOOK THREE, page 50
“Thanks again for taking me to a game,” she divulges. “I needed the break. This place is beautiful. I’ve never been to Cali before.”
She glances over at me, eyes glossed over from too many drinks, but nothing skips in her words. Her cheeks are pink, green eyes blazing with happiness that I believe I put there.
I want to do that all the time.
“Anything for you, baby,” I reply before she moves around to come stand in front of me. Her gaze flicks up to me, looking as beautiful as ever in a blue Dodgers tee, the fly-away strands of hair that have come out of her ponytail, and the light brush of makeup on her face. “Looking for something?”
Her lips lift. “I found it.” One of her arms reach up to wrap around my neck, sending burning pain down to my already throbbing cock. “Did you think I forgot?”
“I was hoping not,” I mutter as she rises on her tiptoes, her mouth nothing but a breath away. Her scent matches the surfer-themed tropics as if she was meant to be here with me.
I was going to keep it that way too.
Removing her arm away from me, she slowly begins to unbutton my jeans. I let her take the lead, never pulling my laser-focused attention on her as she stares back at me.
When she gets the zipper down, she clasps onto the hem of my shirt and lifts it over my head with some help from me. The cool pads of her fingers from the water bottle moments ago glide down my hard chest. She presses a kiss to the right side than my left before trailing downwards with her wicked little tongue. Going down to her haunches with my pants and boxers going with her, she’s as patient as I am not.
I step out of them, studying her as she rises up to press a kiss to my lips. The palm of her hand wraps around my dick, seizing a deep growl from my throat.
When she steps away, her shorts are already gone, leaving behind black lacy panties. Her shirt comes off next, and when she slowly turns around, I notice her bare cheeks exposed from the thong she’s wearing.
“Don’t take that off,” I command, zeroed in the plump skin of her ass.
I can see her sly smile out of the corner of my eye, proud as fuck that she got me to react.
“How about the bra?”
I wave my hand in the air. “Take that off and spin around very slowly.”
Reaching behind her, Amirah undoes the clasps while spinning around to let every inch of her to soak in. When her bare back is exposed to me, I wipe out the space between us.
My chest is to her spine as I wrap one arm around her stomach and tuck my face into the crook of her neck. “You’re the sexiest thing I’ve ever gotten to touch in my life, Amirah Van Doren.”
She presses her soft cheek to my head. “I bet you say that to all the girls.”
The palm of my hand slides down her stomach and underneath the abrasive material of her panties. “There’s only one girl that’s ever made me feel this way. And what I want to do is own her utterly and completely—“ I press a deep kiss to her neck. ”—in every single fucking way.”
Amirah falls back against me. “I want it. I want you, Mills.”
My cock twitches and I push it up against her back to show her what she does to me. “Say it again.”
“I want you.”
Grabbing her bicep, I spin her around and lift her in the air. Instantly her legs know what to do as I carry her to the California King Bed where my bag is sitting. My lips crash into hers because I can’t wait anymore. Not even for a few seconds because this woman does everything to me.
“Grab the lube in my bag,” I mutter. “Front pocket.”
She chuckles at my neediness and leans over in my arms as I trail my lips to her shoulders.
When she shows back up with it, I collapse on the bed with her underneath me, careful not to crush her to death.
We’re a tangle of lips as I push her thong aside and line myself up to move inside her warm and wet pussy.
I growl with one thrust, filling her to the hilt as Amirah gasps against my mouth.
We don’t speak with words but our bodies as I fill and refill her, careful to watch myself because It’s easy to lose complete control and the mission I’m on tonight.
Amirah writhes underneath me, meeting me with every thrust. She teases by biting on my lower lip and dragging her teeth down it. With that kind of modern warfare, I reach down and circle her clit, listening to her breathing hitch and become unrhythmic.
My balls clench, and so does my jaw as I try to focus on shit that won’t make me come.
Dying dogs.
Car crashes.
Buildings on fire.
Horrible onion rings.
Amirah moans and runs her fingers down my back, which doesn’t help, but I don’t tell her to stop. She’s brinking, and I’m not going to steal her first orgasm. I just don’t want her to take mine prematurely either.
“Mills,” she huffs. “Aren’t you—“
“I’m going to. I’m going to take this tight ass after you come and you’re gonna come again for me.”
“Awful presumptuous of you, don’t you think?”
“Says the woman who wants it.” I kiss the corners of her lips as I drive faster inside her. “You’re milking this cock like a good little girl, and I’ll give you anything you want on this trip if you cream all over my dick. Can you do that for me?”
She bobs her head, lacing her hands through my hair. My cheek brushes hers, each one of her exhales and inhales sounding in my ear as I wait for her to begin to lose it completely.
And I know how she likes it.
“Fuck, baby,” I growl, showing my appreciation with how perfect she is. “You’ve ruined me for everyone else. You know that?”
She shakes her head like I knew she would. As much as I tell this woman how beautiful she is and how talented her work turns out, she doesn’t understand how much of a rare species she is.
And how I’m never letting her go.
I’m in love with this woman, for fuck sake, and it’s the most exhilarating and terrifying thing I’ve ever done.
I allow a deep rumble to escape my chest, the feeling of being inside her too much to handle with each passing second. “Goddamn perfect.”
Amirah explodes around me, shaking and squeezing me tighter to her frame. I compress a path of kisses down her face, and she sighs.
Pulling out of her, I’ve already attained the lube and put a good portion on my dick.
“This might not work the first time,” I profess softly. “And that’s okay.”
“I wanna try.” She looks up at me as I position myself to enter the tight hole I haven’t fucked yet.
Gently, I push, and she hisses, gripping my bicep.
“Try to relax, baby. Wanna try again later?” She shakes her head as I bring my thumb to her swollen clit. She shutters as I brush, leaning up on her elbows to watch me.
Fuck me, that’s hot.
Her mouth parts as I get in a little deeper, and that’s when I sink one finger inside her pussy.
She moans instantly, and I put in another. She squeezes around me, both her tight ass and that sweet cunt around my fingers. Then she begins to move, and my own breathing hitches.
“That feels good,” I praise as she flicks her gaze up to mine. “I love you, Amirah.”
Her lips curl in a wide smile. “More than my ass?”
I glance between our bodies. “Not sure I haven’t gotten in all the—“ She slides deeper down the length of my cock, and I practically keel over. Her breathing comes out in huffs at the intrusion while I try to catch my choked exhale of how fucking amazing that felt.
“Geezus fuck,” I hiss as she and I work together to fill her.
I’m only halfway in, but I’m about to blow my load and still consider this a win.
“Are you going to come inside me?”
I meet her green eyes, sparkling with mischief and pure excitement. “Are you giving me permission?”
She pushes herself closer to me, and I meet her some of the way. “Kiss me how I like it, and you can spill everything inside this tight ass.”
My mouth seizes hers, rough and needy. Our tongues mingle fiercely like we’ll never get to do this again. My lower stomach flutters. My orgasm is about to shatter me into pieces at her feet.
“Just like that,” she utters against me. “Fuck, Mills.”
I erupt inside her, those four words careening me over the edge to a semi and temporary stroke because I can’t utter a single coherent word.
Amirah brushes my hair away from my face, coaxing me to take my damn time of coming back like a damn amateur.
Fuck it. I got time to make up for it.
Rolling off the poor woman, I haul her with me and crush her to my chest. I kiss her forehead and breath her in, coconut and sweat filling my nostrils.
“Mills.”
“Yeah, baby.”
“I love you too.”
“More than my ass?”
She chuckles and places her hand on my chest. “More than anything and anyone.”
“Sounds obsessive,” I utter with a smirk, squeezing her tighter to me. “But if I find you riding my dick while I’m sleeping, I won’t get upset.”
“You’re not necessarily a light sleeper.”
“I’m a heavy sleeper, actually. Just not when… things are going on.”
A comfortable silence falls between us before she confesses with, “I’m going to move out of the penthouse.”
My brows knit, and I look down at her cuddled into me. “Why?”
“So they can’t find us.”
“Baby, I’ll protect—“
“I know you will.” She lifts her chin, and those beautiful greens glimmer and sparkle with how thoroughly fucked she’s been, and I take pride in that. “I just don’t want us to keep looking over our shoulders.”
We could kill them and be done with it.
“They’ll still find you. And as thoughtful as your concept is, we’ll be alright. However…how about we rent a place?”
“A place?” She shakes her head slowly. “I don’t have the money to—“
“I got it.”
“Mills—“
“Rus.”
“I couldn’t—“
“And when you graduate, you can move in with me to Pittsburgh if you want. Or we can go live in the California hills with how much you like it over here; I don’t care. I had that ass. You’re mine now.”
“Renting would be stupid. I graduate in January.” She slides up the mattress to give me a kiss. “Pittsburgh sounds nice, but I might need to go somewhere more populated.”
I shrug. “Wherever you want.”
“But you’re job—“
“Is mobile. I can move wherever I want.”
“Then your family. I might have to go to LA or—“
“Rus, chill.” I kiss the tip of her nose. “Notice how I’m not freaking about this. You are. I’m following you.”
“But—“
“Baby, I will fuck this pussy with my fingers until you scream if you don’t stop. I’ll show you some torture you’re not used to yet.”
Her cheeks flush, and she shuts up.
I meant what I said.
I think I found my forever.
Mills had breakfast brought to our room with me still naked and snuggled up under the covers. We spoke all night while he stroked my hair and gazed at me like I was the only thing he cared about staring at. He told me a little more about his B723 family and how they made him a better man. I trended off mine because he knew them, and it wasn’t something I wanted to stay between our relationship.
While his hands trailed up my inner thigh, he whispered in my ear multiple times that he loved me. That he’s obsessed with me and how he can’t wait for us to go to the next baseball game. I had already started looking on my phone for the next time we could go, but it was plucked away from my palm before he fucked me into the mattress.
Without much plans other than being together, Mills held my hand as we walked down the sidewalk and across the street to the beach. We walked the shoreline and dipped our feet in the cool water where the waves came to crash.
For lunch, we got street tacos and sat at a small little table with a red umbrella to keep us shaded.
“Mills!” I slap his chest again with a chuckle as he chews the giant bite he just took of my beef taco. “You have your own.”
“I have chicken,” he retorts, then points at the table in front of me. “And you got half the menu.”
I raise my chin, proud of my selection, number one. And two, I literally have four plates of tacos and rice in front of me like I’m waiting for more people to join us. “I wanted to try everything.”
“I don’t share either, baby, but I’m your man, which makes me entitled to eat your food.”
I lift a brow at him, sitting kiddie-corner from me. “Says who?”
“Dating etiquette and shit.” He waves a hand in the air before putting half his taco in his mouth. Then speaks with his mouth full, not caring that he’s eating what some woman would consider a slob. “Pass me the shrimp ones, will you?”
“Then trade me one of your chicken ones.”
He eyes me with narrowed slits. “What do I get?”
“A shrimp taco.”
“Chicken is better than shrimp.”
My mouth widens in faux shock that he’d ever make such a comment about seafood and my weakness for it. “How dare you say such slander, Rhett Mills. I’ll have you know chicken has nothing on seafood, period.”
He leans forward, resting his elbows on the edge of the plastic table. “What do you want then?”
I want many things but nothing that’s appropriate to be done right now.
“I want to go see the dolphins.”
He smiles at me. “Dolphins?”
I nod. “Yes. Then you get a shrimp taco.”
“Alright—“ He wipes the corner of his lips with his napkin. “—whatever you say.”
Sliding my paper plate over with his desired taco, he plucks one up and immediately takes a bite.
“Well?” I ask, watching him chew and ponder on the taste.
He purposely waits, takes another bite, then says, “Still not better than chicken.”
I laugh and roll my eyes as we continue stuffing our faces. When we’re done, he takes my hand, and we walk back to the hotel room. And before the door closes, I’m pushed into the nearest wall with Mills’s body sandwiching me.
“I’m disappointed,” he mutters above me, running his fingers up and down the sides of my arms. My nipples point, and goosebumps line my skin as he bends closer. “I was hoping you’d want my dick over dolphins.”
I can’t help but smile at how stupidly jealous he is, but it doesn’t last long when his finger fumbles and makes quick work of my jean shorts. He attacks my clit first through my thong since I know he’s a sucker for them now, and he groans at how wet I am for him.
“I love how you’re always so fucking ready for me, Rus.”
I pull my face up to look at him, finding his grayish-blue eyes glowing in lust and affection. “Always for you, Rhett Mills.”
His lips curl into a smirk before lowering his lips to my mouth. “This is going to be quick. We got an appointment to go hang out with your first choice.”
My eyes widen in excitement. “Dolphins?”
He rolls his playfully. “Yeah…dolphins. We got an hour drive, though.”
I drop to my haunches, and he steps back as I unbutton his jeans and yank them down to the middle of his thighs. His cock springs free when I do the same to his boxer briefs, and I take him all in.
My lips wrap around his length as I pump him with my right hand and suck like my life depended on it. Mills utters a breathy shit above me, grabbing some of my hair and guiding me to the pace he wants.
I pull my shorts down my ass, and when he sees it, he gives me a small yank to my hair to get me to stand. I don’t even have the chance to wipe at my mouth because he is already on mine, lapsing his tongue inside to devour me fully.
Lifting me into his arms, he pushes me into the hard wall again and reaches between us. I feel the soft tip of his cock push up against my panties, and he lets out a guttural groan.
“Push them aside for me,” he mutters, moving his lips to the side of my face. I do, and when he enters me, his animalistic growl in my ear makes my pussy clench which gets me another appreciative noise. “Fuck, Rus.”
When I think he’s going to fuck me hard and fast, he’s slow. Savoring this moment like I do with every single one of ours. He takes me to the hilt then torturously pulls out. He takes his time going back inside so I can feel all of him.
We kiss and bite, when he suddenly pulls away and looks at me with something I can’t describe. His brows are slightly furrowed, and he seems disturbed by something.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” he replies. “Absolutely fucking nothing is wrong. I’m just scared that I’m running into this too fast, and I’m going to scare the shit out of you.”
“I’m not scared.” I touch his stubbled cheek with my palm. “I love every moment with you.”
“Get used to it.” He presses his lips to mine once, then says, “I hope to make you the happiest woman alive.”
I already am.
My life has changed since he walked into it, but I never thought it’d be like this. With my career back on track and school almost done, having Mills is the best bonus I could ever ask for. He does everything to make me feel wanted and special.
“You already do,” I reply softly. “I hope to make you proud to make me yours.”
“There,” he says. “I’m already there, Rus.”
We’re silent as we feel each other and let the other’s words sink into our brains. I think we’re on the same page.
The ugliest things sometimes turn into the most beautiful.
Mills begins pumping into me quicker. My spine repeatedly slams into the wall, probably bothering the shit out of someone who might be residing in the one adjoining ours, but I don’t care.
I won’t stop this.
His name rolls off my lips as my body tingles from the start of my orgasm. It’s his cue to keep going how he is, and I crash above him as he quickens and grunts.
