He unlocked a door and we stepped into a small, sparse room consisting of a king-sized bed, a small dresser, a thirty-two-inch television mounted to the wall, and another door. There were no pictures, everything was clean, and even the blankets on the bed were neutral colors.
“This is where you bring girls to screw?” I asked. I don’t know why the question stumbled past my lips, but I was in shock. Havoc’s house had tons of personality, and this place was just so blah.
“Brought girls,” he corrected. “Before our arrangement. Now I just screw you.”
He didn’t take women to his house. All they ever saw of him was this shell that didn’t represent him at all. Only I’d seen the real Havoc. Only I knew about the family photos lining his hallway, had heard the stories about his sisters, had perused his video collection, and knew which radio station he listened to in the morning. Only me. Something about that both thrilled and terrified me. Before I could evaluate either emotion to decide which was predominant, Havoc unzipped his pants and let his cock spring free.
“Speaking of which, I believe you were saying something about where I should put my dick…?” he asked, watching me in that all-knowing way he had about him. I had no doubt he’d picked up on both my emotions and was offering the distraction to help pull me out of my own mind.
It was crazy, the way he always seemed to know what I needed. I fell to my knees in front of him and licked him from balls to tip. He shuddered, so I did it again, smiling up at him.
“Think it’s wise to tease me?” he asked.
“I think it’s fun.”
His hands framed my face and lifted my chin. “This is more than fun, Jules.”
He was so damn intense that my entire body heated, and my heart ached. I wasn’t ready to go there. Wasn’t ready to be more than friends with benefits, regardless of how good those benefits were. Needing to keep things light, friendly, I licked him again. “I’m going to need you to go ahead and fuck my mouth now.” I sucked on the tip of his cock, my gaze still locked with his.
“God, I love your filthy mouth,” he said, pushing past my lips. “Especially when I’m inside it.”
I cupped his balls while he slid himself in further. Deeper. Down my throat. Making me gag as I hollowed out my cheeks to take more of him in. His hand gripped the back of my head, sliding me up and down his shaft. Pushing through to the back of my throat. He picked up the pace, pumping in and out of me until he started throbbing. Then, before he could come, he pulled out of my mouth. Disappointed, I licked his tip before sliding my lips back over him.
He pulled out again and hooked his hands beneath my arms, hefting me to my feet and kissing me roughly as his hands roamed my body. When he finally released me, that feral look I craved was back in his eyes and more intense than ever.
“See, there,” he growled. “If you had any sense of self-preservation, you’d be scared.”
Grinning, and excited to see his beast again, I kissed his nose. “You don’t scare me.”
He lunged, and I jumped back, running to the side of his bed. While he slowly circled around like some sort of predator closing in on his prey, I kicked off my boots and yanked my shirt over my head. His gaze took in my lacy blue bra and his nostrils flared. He was upon me, so I leapt onto the bed, pressing myself against the wall as I unfastened my bra and threw it at him.
He took a swipe at me, but I backed toward the other side of the bed. “What?” I asked, sticking out my chest. I palmed my breasts and flicking my thumbs over the nipples. “Do you want to touch these? To play with them? They feel fantastic. I bet you’d like them.”
Growling, he reached for me again, but I jumped down, putting the bed between us. Unfastening my jeans, I shimmied out of them and took off my socks while keeping both eyes on Havoc. All that was left was my lacy blue thong.
“See something you like?” I asked, turning around to give him the three-sixty view. “Something you’d like to spank?” I swatted myself on the ass. Then I bent over and grabbed my ankles, looking at him between my legs. “Something you’d like to fuck?”
He was like a blur, leaping over the bed toward me. I righted myself while trying to vault out of the way, but I lost my balance. I would have fallen, but Havoc had me trapped in his arms. He tossed me onto the bed, then tugged his shirt over his head and used it to bind my hands to the headboard. Halfheartedly, I struggled against my bonds as the excitement of being tied up sent more waves of heat to my core.
“You’re not going anywhere,” he said, his gaze raking over my body. “Not until I’m good and done with you.” He dropped his pants and stroked his cock a few times while watching my writhing body. Climbing up the foot of the bed, he stopped between my legs and grinned. “Your panties are soaked, and I can smell your desire. You want me so fuckin’ bad right now, don’t you?”
I nodded.
“Good.” He grinned, dropping down until his lips were right above my center. “This will be fun.”
He rubbed me through my lace thong, and the sensations almost drove me over the edge. When I was close, he pushed aside the thin fabric and licked at my clit. “You taste so good, Jules.” He dipped his tongue into my pussy. “So fuckin’ good. I could eat you every day. I just might.”
Restrained, I had no choice but to let him tease me. Every time I was about to come, he’d back off and play with my nipples, or rub his cock between my folds. He held back, teasing, playing, driving me insane as I fought to get free.
“What will you do if I let you go?” he asked.
I didn’t even have to think about the answer, because I’d been fantasizing about it for the past ten minutes. “I’ll grab your head and hold your mouth to my pussy until you make me come.”
His eyes widened. “You dirty little tramp. Use your legs.” Then he started tongue-fucking me again.
His words sank in, and I did exactly that, bending my knees and using my feet to press against the back of his head. I held him there until he finally licked me hard enough to release the dam of pleasure that had been building since he’d started. Afterward, while I was floating in an orgasmic cloud of amazingness, he piled pillows under my ass, raising me up to where he wanted me. Then he hooked my ankles behind his head and plowed into me.
“Fuck!” I shouted.
