SWNOVELS Furore: Chapter 18
“I will not have sex with you,” she said under her breath, my favorite shade of red scorching her face as she threw a quick glance around the room. But no one was watching. We were in the corner away from the view of the guards and the cameras. I’d kept her safe from everyone else, but there was no one to keep her safe from me.
“Hey, look at me. Don’t look at anyone else.” I leaned closer, getting high on her scent. “Did you really think my first time inside you would be a quickie in a stinky place like this dump?”
“Then why did you bring me here?”
“Because you’re driving me out of my fucking mind in that skirt,” I said, and she fidgeted in her seat. My eyes roamed toward the buttons of her green shirt I was dying to undo so I could fill my grip with those tits, and then dropped down to her snug black skirt, to her ass that filled the chair and then some. “Fuck, you have the sexiest ass I’ve ever seen.” I stared at her legs, wishing I could hike the fabric of her skirt up her thighs and then…
Blushing deep, she tucked her hair behind her ear, which I was still positive it was a wig. “Do you really have a son?”
I snorted with an eye roll. “You shittin’ me right now?”
“Answer the question, please.”
I pinched the bridge of my nose because she was trying to change the subject and the time we had left wasn’t enough for half of the things I wanted to do to her. “Fine.” I wanted her to believe and trust me. I wanted her to tell me the truth about her. She might not be the Larvin’s kid, but she was someone else other than who she claimed to be. I wanted a lot from Jo Meneceo or whatever the fuck her real name was.
So, to save us both the time and the doubt, I told her everything about my boy and the bitch Delilah and her fucking husband. How I used the same scare tactic the Lanzas used on me and got Delilah to change her testimony. I’d sent Fort to Delilah offering her a choice. I wasn’t gonna play the Lanzas’ game, so McNamara was going to die. In that case, I’d rather I killed him myself. The choice was simple. She could either stick to her testimony and had her precious fucker in a grave or change her testimony and keep the asshole alive.
She knew I wasn’t bluffing. If I was going down, it’d be with a bang. She also knew no one could protect her husband from the Mob but someone like the Night Skulls. We both put our past, pride and vendettas aside for now. She changed her testimony, and I assigned men to keep McNamara alive. It stung that I had to protect that piece of shit myself, but I’d do anything for a chance to be with my boy and my brothers. For a chance to be with the most beautiful girl I’d ever seen.
“Now, where were we?” With one hand I held her wrist under the table, and with the other I unfastened the front of my jeans. Her breath caught as I pulled my cock out and brought her hand to it.
“Laius, what are you—”
“No more questions, baby girl. Time to thank me.” I closed her shaking fingers around me. Her jaw dropped as her fist explored the length and girth. She couldn’t see me under the table, but she gasped when she finally found the end of my dick. I couldn’t help the quiet groan that escaped me as I felt her hand on my cock for the first time, and I fucking pulsed in her fist. I widened my knees. “Stroke it up and down. It won’t take long.”
“What if we get caught?”
I smiled at how innocent she was, afraid of getting busted doing something wrong. “We won’t. Just keep your eyes at me. Better if you take those goddamn shades off. I’ve already seen your eyes, why hide them from me?”
Her fist started moving, and the way she licked her lip when she did almost made me nut on the spot. “Do you like hazel eyes?”
“I like you, Jo. Even if you were fucking blind.”
She swallowed, and the sound of her breathing became higher. Her fingers trembled around me and almost slipped.
“Hey, eyes on me. Only on me,” I commanded, keeping her hand steady on my erection. The way she was nervous, while so fucking sexy, could draw unwanted eyes on us.
“Why do you like me?”
No clue. I’d imagined her lush curves naked in my bed, fantasized about every way I could put my dick in her, and then dreamed about holding her at night. I imagined her on the back of my bike and wearing my cut. I didn’t know what it was or why, but she had me consumed, maybe even obsessed. I’d never experienced something like this. The need for one certain woman and no one else. “I said enough questions. It’s my turn to ask. Have you touched yourself thinking of me, baby girl?”
She gasped, and then she gasped again when she spread my pre-cum around the crown and her finger found the little holes in my cock. The piercings for the jewelry they took when I got in. “What is this?”
“I’ll tell you when you grow up.”
“I’m serious. Are you hurt?”
The way she was genuinely concerned about me made my heart roar. “Are you worried about me or my cock? Don’t worry, baby, I can fuck you into next week. No problem there.”
“Laius, please, who did this to you?”
I laughed. “No one, baby. It’s a cock piercing but without the metal because those fuckers won’t allow them here. Never seen one before?”
She just shook her head in awe.
“There’s so much I’ll show you for the first time, baby girl. Now answer my question and don’t you dare lie to me.”
Her head dropped, as if in shame, as she nodded. Fuck. She couldn’t just do that and not be specific. I wanted all the details. Her innocence was fucking killing me. I needed to ruin this girl bad. But first I’d toy with her, see if that blush could go any deeper. “You’re so bad, touching yourself to your own student, Miss Meneceo. You naughty little girl.”
“Please…I’m ashamed enough.”
She really was ashamed. Girl, you don’t know what shame is. There was nothing wrong with her wanting me. Not to me. I fucking wanted her, too. That was fucking wrong, but I didn’t give a shit. “Spread your legs and pull your skirt up.”
Her head jerked up. “What?”
“Do as I say.”
She took a moment, but this time she didn’t look around and opened her knees and pulled the end of the skirt to the top of her thighs.
“More.”
Her hand faltered on my cock before she obeyed and showed me her panties. Fuck. They were pink just like that skirt she wore at the last class, and it was quickly becoming my favorite color.
I hissed as I took in the wet spot growing on them, and her hand dipped low and squeezed more pre-cum from me. “Fuck. Pull them to the side. I wanna see your pretty pussy.”
She did as I said. The wetness trickling on her inner thighs showed she loved me telling her what to do. “Fuck, baby, I wanna taste you.” My fingers reached for her. She trembled and gave a little moan at my touch as I coated two fingers with her wetness and then I sucked them. My eyes rolled in bliss. “Scratch that. I don’t want just a taste. I wanna fucking devour you until you come all over my mouth and then lick it all off.”
Her breath stuttered on her lips, and her hand stroked me harder. I gazed at her, flushed and naughty as she rubbed me while her pussy was naked in public. Fuck. I could come just like that. “Easy on the hand, baby. Let me take care of you first.”
“H-here?”
“Yes. Just keep looking at me and try to be quiet…although there’s nothing more I’d love to hear but your moans when I turn them to screams.”
Her lips twitched with a shy smile. That was probably the first time I saw her smile, and I was fucking floored. That girl was gonna own my fucking soul.
With her fingers, she spread herself for me. When I saw the pink inside, the animal in me salivated. That pussy was mine. I needed to fuck her, be inside her, claim the fuck out of her.
I dipped one finger in while I circled her clit. She was fucking drenched, and I envied every motherfucker that got to coat his dick with her honey. I couldn’t wait to get out of here so I’d feel her clench and throb around me.
“Why are you really here, Jo?” I rubbed her faster, watching her soaking my hand.
“I…I told you.”
“Why are you really here?”
Her breasts fell and rise with her labored breath. “I…I just…”
“I won’t let you say goodbye to me.” It wasn’t hard to see it. She was here to get closure and leave everything behind. “You can’t leave, Jo. You can’t leave me. Wait for me, baby. I know you think I’m dangerous and staying anywhere near me after what you’ve learned could get you in trouble, but I’ll be out in no time, and you’ll be safe until I’m there, I promise. Then I’ll take over, and no one will ever dare come near you. Just sit tight and wait for me, baby, all right?”
“Laius…” she whispered, her hips moving forward, wanting more of me. Then she started stroking me again. “I’m so close. I want you to come with me.”
My teeth speared my lip at how fucking hot that was. “I’d fucking love to, baby girl. But promise me first. Please.”
“How about I take off my sunglasses, and you look me in the eyes when you come, like you’ve always wanted…then we’ll see if you still want me to make that promise?”
My brows hooked in confusion, but I was too caught in the sounds her pussy made and the way her fist on my cock felt to care. “Okay, baby. Okay.”
Her fingertips quivered on the edge of the shades. Then she swallowed and took them off. Her eyes were closed until she took a deep breath, killing me with anticipation as I waited for the moment I’d finally come with our eyes locked on each other.
Then she opened them and gazed at me.
“Fuck…me.” All my blood rushed down to my dick. My balls tightened, and I bit down on a groan. I pointed my cock straight at her pussy and came. Marking her. Claiming her mine. She creamed hard. Fuck, the face she made and the little sounds she couldn’t contain… The beauty of her eyes and the danger behind them matched those of the thick ropes of my cum splattered all over her naked, wet pussy and the insides of her thighs, leaking into her own cum.
Jo was heaven. The only heaven I’d go to.
Her hand left my cock as she let go of her panties, covering my cum, keeping it on her, with her. If that wasn’t the sexiest thing I’d ever seen…
I tucked my cock back in my jeans as she closed her legs and pulled her skirt down. The clock chimed, announcing the end of our time together. I saw the disappointment in her eyes that mirrored mine, but also I saw the concern. When she reached for her shades, I stopped her hand in its tracks. “I need to see you again.”
“Even after you knew the truth?”
“Especially after I knew the truth. Promise me, Jo. Promise me you’ll come back tomorrow. I don’t think I can wait until I’m out. I promise you, you’ll be safe. I won’t let anything hurt you. But, please, come back tomorrow.”
She lifted the most eccentric pale greenish blue eyes at me. The ones that enchanted me from the first moment I saw them. Then she blinked in disbelief before she hid her gaze from me with those fucking shades. “I think—”
I grabbed her into my embrace and held her tight, never wanting to let go. “You will not leave me, Jo. Never,” I whispered in her ear. “You’re mine now. My cum in your panties proves it. You’re mine, and you know it. I’m not asking, baby girl. You will come back tomorrow, Jocasta Larvin.”