Page 20 of Not Your Romeo
“Viper,” I whispered.
“Hm?” Ziggy looked up from my ass and met my gaze.
“That’ll be my word. ‘Viper.’”
He kissed the middle of my back, nipped my side and came up to stroke my hair and stare into my eyes.
“Now you’re sounding like a girl that learned a lesson.” He smirked.
I smiled, unable to resist, “Does that mean your good girl can finally suck your cock?”
His head dropped like I’d shot him, and he abruptly clutched the side of my ass he hadn’t smacked yet and growled low in his throat.
“On your knees then.”
My heart skipped a beat at the bass in his tone. I couldn’t believe my luck, the events of my day, or the fact that I was likely still wearing his handprint on my ass as I settled on the floor.
He stood up in front of me and took his time unfastening his belt and getting his pants undone. When he finally shoved them off his hips and took his shirt off, I was left with a canvas of sorts. His body was detailed in ways I hadn’t expected, toned muscles, and sprinkles of hair were just the start. He had some expensive ink wrapped around his upper arms. Despite his claims to not be Catholic, he had a rosary draping from his right bicep.
The beads rippled as he stroked himself in front of me like he had all day to stand there like that. I lifted my ass off my heels and reached for his hips. He made a short, throaty sound of denial and I froze.
“Hands behind your head.”
My mouth opened, a protest at the ready before a huff of laughter chased it away and I slowly did as he asked.
“What’s your word?”
My eyes snapped to his and subtly widened, while I choked out the answer, “V-viper.”
“That’s it,” His hand shot out for my hair and my fingers momentarily slid apart, while my gaze snapped toward his cock, as he drew me closer to it.
“Eyes,” he snapped, and I forced myself to look up at him just as the crown of his cock pressed to my lower lip.
“So beautiful,” he murmured, painting my pout with precum, before he sighed, “But that mouth wasn’t always spouting so pretty today, was it?”
I swallowed, still unsure why I needed to remember the safe word, if he wasn’t striking me.
His cock tapped against the side of my mouth with a little force, “Was– it?”
The hint of a rasp in his tone sent tingles through me as I stared up at him and hesitantly shifted my head.
“No. It wasn’t.MyVP should never put his hands on what’s mine.” He rubbed the head over my top lip, back and forth, before sliding it like lipstick over the bottom again. “And you, you should never call a patch or any man that word unless you’re packing and ready to pull the trigger.”
I sucked in a breath, and a protest lodged in my throat as his eyes widened. Rather than defend, I swallowed and nodded.
“Good girl,” He feathered his fingers along my jaw, canting my head just a tad, before he combed my hair back and fisted it again. “Then you already know which word I’m about to fuck right off your palate, huh?”
“Bitch?” I whispered.
“That’s the one,” he quietly sang, his eyes tightening as he tapped that heavy head against my lower lip. “Open up, tongue out.”
I sucked in a startled breath as his knuckles tipped the back of my skull and he led my face back a few inches. I licked my lips and opened my mouth obediently.
He didn’t shove his cock inside, though. Instead, he left me sitting like that while he lectured me.
“You’ve a right to be upset, beautiful, not to put yourself in harm's way. In the future, don’t be so careless with things that belong to me.”
He might as well have whispered those words straight to my pussy. His cock nudged at my lower lip, and I widened my jaw to accommodate him as it ground against my tongue, pressing its way to the back of my mouth. I stole a deep, somewhat obstructed breath, certain he was going to try to punish me with his next thrust. Instead, he lazily rocked his hips, enjoying the feel of my tongue with short, little stabs that made my mouth salivate like crazy.
