Page 39 of Sinful Storms
One of her hands slid onto my inner thigh, and then she cupped my balls, tugging lightly, a fucking perfect tease combined with the hot, wet pressure of her mouth. She slipped one finger onto my taint, dragging a manicured nail over it, and I groaned, my hands going to her hair, pushing her even deeper until my cock was all the way down her throat.
There was zero chance of me lasting, and as she moved back again, licking over my cock like it was her favourite extra-large lolly, I managed to rasp out a warning.
“Gonna. Come.”
I pulled out, my hand flying to the base of my dick to direct my cum at her throat, and I came hard and fast, my release hitting her bare skin, joining the marks already there that showed she was mine.
“Fucking hell.” Steadying myself with my palm on the wall, I took several deep, juddering breaths, bringing much-needed oxygen to my lungs. Sucking one’s brains out was a cliché, but it was completely true in Aria’s case.
She rose to her feet, wiping at her mouth, and glanced around the room with a frown. Stalking over to the switch for the wall light, she hit it, flooding the room with sudden brightness. Blinking hard, I slapped my hand over my eyes, and despite my temporary loss of vision, I could almost see her rolling her eyes at me.
When I lowered my hand, she was studying her reflection in the mirror on the dresser. After I’d managed to get my trousers and shirt back in place, I joined her, watching as she—wait, what was she doing?
“It’s a holder that goes on your thigh,” she said in a bored voice before I could reply. “I didn’t have a bag, and this way, I can carry my phone and lipstick. Any questions? No? Good.”
I didn’t say anything, too busy taking in the long length of thigh that was currently exposed to my gaze. How could she be so petite and have such fucking long legs? That went against the laws of physics, I was sure.
Shaking my head, I spun away from her and then took several more deep breaths.Calm the fuck down, Tristan. Remember what you’re here for.
When I returned to her side, she’d finished with her lipstick, and her hair had been smoothed down. Her black eye make-up had stayed in place, despite her tears, and if it hadn’t been for the traces of cum still on her skin, I might’ve thought I’d imagined her giving me arguably the best blow job I’d ever had.
I curled my arm around her waist, my chest to her back, and eyed our reflections in the mirror. “We look good together, don’t we?”
“Lots of things that look good can be poisonous,” she replied, and my brows lifted.
“I guess that’s true. Now, are we gonna talk about your earlier comments? Specifically, why I owe you, and what I started and didn’t finish?”
She gripped my hand, her nails digging into my skin, and I hissed at the sudden sting. But then she dragged it down, right between her legs. What in the actual fuck?
“This,” she ground out, her voice so full of resentment that I had to work to hide the amusement on my face. “Fix. It. Now.”
Oh. Fuck. Okay. I might have been confused earlier, but I was definitely not confused now.
“Hold on.”
That was the only warning I gave her before lifting her, taking the few steps to the bed, and depositing her on it. I pushed up her dress, and she glared up at me, spreading her legs. My gaze zeroed in on the damp patch in her silky thong, and my mouth watered.
“Get on with it.” She hooked her ankle around the back of my knee, trying to get me to move closer.
I smirked down at her. “Patience is a virtue, little scorpion.”
“You’ve had yours, now give me mine.” If looks could kill, I’d be badly maimed at the very least. I leaned over her, taking my time lowering my head between her thighs.
Predictably, she gripped a handful of my hair and tugged hard. I shot her a warning look, smacking her pussy lightly with my fingers, and she gasped, her body bucking upwards. Yeah, I thought she’d like that.
“Stay still,” I commanded, easing her thong down. Tapping her legs to move them closer so I could take it off all the way, Icarefully pulled it down her legs and over her heels. I dangled the scrap of silk in front of her, taking in her flushed cheeks and lust-filled gaze. “This is mine now.”
Carefully tucking the thong into my pocket, I slid my palms up her thighs and began teasing her wet little pussy with my fingers. My dick was already showing signs of life, and it wasn’t surprising because she was so fucking sexy, writhing on my bed, breathy little noises falling from her throat as I fucked her first with my fingers, then my tongue.
She came explosively, arching off the bed, and the best part of all?
She called out my name.
My. Fucking. Name.
“There’s no point looking in the safe. He doesn’t keep anything important in there. Not paperwork or anything.” My voice was a lower whisper as I cupped my phone with my hand so the torchlight was contained.
“Can we just check?” Aria brushed her fingers over the metal dial, and I sighed. While my uncle hid his safe behind a painting, my grandfather’s was placed inside a huge oak wardrobe in his dressing area, visible to anyone who opened the wardrobe doors. It was as if he was daring someone to try and break it open, not that anyone in the manor would dare.
