Theo
My phone buzzed insistently beside me on the real leather of the couch, and my eyelid twitched in agitation when I glanced at the caller I.D. Reaching for my cell, I swiped the ‘Accept’ button because God only fucking knew that Mateo would keep calling and calling like a douchebag.
“If you’re gonna harass me all God damn day, Mateo, I’m gonna block your ass and quit.” Growling lowly into the phone, I scowled when Illya tensed against my leg, and my lip curled into a snarl. “The fuck do you want, huh? If it has anything to do with Sylvie— ”
“Get your ass back here, Theo, and bring the roommate, or you won’t have to quit. I’ll put a bounty on you. I’m done playing this game.” Arching a brow at the cold, detached tone that flowed through the line, I rolled my jaw as my prickly beard bristled. I wasnotMateo’s errand boy or his friend, and I carefully picked out what I was going to say. Irritation flooded my chest, and I didn’t bother trying to hide it when I opened my mouth.
“I’ll get there when I get there.” I hung up on Mateo’s stupid ass, and I set my phone down to flop my head back and scowl at the ceiling. He didn’t scare me. Shit, nothing scared me anymore, even if Big Bro made me a little nervous. I stroked Illya’s hair in the ensuing, heavy silence. “Hey, is your name really Illya, or is that your stage name or something?”
“It really is. It was my grandfather’s name.” Surprise rose my brows, and she rolled onto her back to smile fondly when I looked down. “Yeah, it’s a boy's name. Ironically, he escaped Nazi persecution just to have his only daughter die of smoke inhalation.”
Frowning as Illya’s smile soured, I rubbed her forehead with my thumb, and my gaze flickered to the thick pad of scar tissue stretching over her shoulder. Obviously, her parents hadn’t died natural deaths, but I wasn’t going to ask. That was downright rude, and I had a hard enough time trying to not come off as a pushy asshole.
“Will Mateo really have you killed if you don’t bring me back?” Licking my teeth at that, I reached to scratch my scruff as a harsh sigh bubbled up in my chest.
“He can try. He’s too much of a pussy to do it himself. Not to mention, if he put out a hit on me and people found out that it was for something as stupid as not doing something that’s not even my job description, he might get a visit from his brother.” Curiosity sparkled in Illya’s swirling, green eyes, and I exhaled heavily as I weighed my options. “I put up with Mateo because . . . why the fuck not, you know? I get paid a lot to keep him from stubbing his toe. He’s not exactly the guy you want to bother to assassinate, either, which makes my job easier. He runs things here, but that’s just to keep him from fucking up the real operations because he’s incompetent.”
“Like fixating on Sylvie even though it’s not gonna end well.” Nodding curtly, I slumped a little against the sofa, and Illya rolled back onto her side to stare through the television mounted on the wall. “He does know she’s had two back-alley abortions, right?”
“I’m positive he didn’t even see her in person, yet. I really couldn’t care less, but Mateo needs to grow the fuck up. He’s only twenty-four and has a raging case of rich-bitch syndrome, so maybe that'll be the thing that screws him up just the right way.” She hummed softly, and I threaded my fingers through her thick, silky hair to scratch her scalp. That, at least, was something she liked that I hadn’t fucked up yet. “I know she’s your friend— or she was— but, frankly, I would’ve gotten rid of her the second I found out if I was Mateo.”
“Well, you’re not, so . . . ” Pushing herself onto her arms, Illya folded her legs under her, and every move she made was so graceful that it stole my breath. Gazing at me from under sunken hoods, she fluttered her lashes, and I clenched my jaw hard. “You’re a lot more genuine, even if it backfires on you sometimes, Theo.”
“I got one thing going for me, at least.” My palms itched to bury in Illya’s long hair and kiss her, and she puffed out her lips like she wanted me to. I wasn’t sure what I’d said that made that switch flip in her head, but I wasn’t going to question it, either. Reaching to stroke her cheek, my mind whirred with how fast and hard things went fromStop, do not pass GotoCollect two hundred dollars.“I’ll get around to going back. If Mateo doesn’t want to be treated like a kid, he shouldn’t act like one. It’s one thing to man-up when you knock a one-night-stand up, but it’s another thing to go about it the way he is.”
“Don’t you think he’ll find out eventually who I am? You can’t hide me forever.” Illya inched a little bit closer, and I clenched my jaw when she put her hand right on my crotch. My raging hard-on throbbed almost painfully, and a glimmer shimmered in her cobalt green eyes. Squeezing my cock outside my jeans, she puffed out a breath through her mouth, and my abdomen tightened as desire thrummed up and down my thighs. She really knew what she was doing, and I ground my teeth hard while my tongue stuck to the roof of my mouth.
“I’m nothidingyou. I brought you here because I felt guilty about what I did last night. You deserve a little R-and-R, Illya.”There . . . fuck. The truth worked before. Might as well just stick with that.“I was gonna leave you here to enjoy some alone time, but then you started freaking the fuck out about— ”
Sucking in a sharp breath when Illya squeezed more firmly, I flopped my head back as fire swirled in my lungs. In the second or two that I glared at the ceiling, she attacked my jean fastenings, and I groaned when her fingers wrapped around my shaft. Red flashed behind my lids when I blinked, but she reached to touch my chin with her free hand instead of just diving down headfirst.
Glancing over, my pupils narrowed at the pink tinge in Illya’s cheeks, the brightness in her mossy eyes as they swirled with hazel.
“Theo.” My name caressed her lips, and goosebumps blanketed my bare arms as she leaned in to brush her nose up my neck. Flames licked just under my skin, and my throat flexed as every muscle in my body quivered with the thick sexual tension floating in the air. “Don’t make me regret this. Please.”
“I probably might, but stick it out.” Realization slammed into my gut as it knotted tighter with each pump of my cock, and Illya ground her forehead into my cheek. “The one thing I’ll never do is lie to you, Illya. The other stuff is accidental, but I’llneverlie to you.”
Every fucking person she ever met had lied to her somehow— her best friend, her family, her coworkers, even the guy checking out her groceries. Reaching to cup the back of her head, a growl built in my chest as her hot breath rolled down my chest under my t-shirt. My lip curled into a snarl at her little, broken hum, and she swiped the seeping head of my cock with her thumb gently.
“I trust you. A little.” The soft whisper resonated deep in me, and I gasped as Illya’s skin left my face. My right hand— or what was left of it— disappeared into her luscious hair to gather it up, and I palmed her back to pull her robe up her hips. Plump lips teased my cock, and she spit to ease the friction as pleasure rattled up my spine. Squeezing her tight ass, I nudged her legs open, and my heart stuttered when she licked the head of my cock thickly.
“Oh . . . fuck . . . ” I couldn’t remember the last time I’d gotten a blowjob. Most women looked at my hand and decided that I couldn’t deliver that shit right back, so it must not have been worth it. Sucking on my head, Illya squeezed hard as she pumped, and I thrust as a groan escaped me. Heat skittered up my abdomen, and I parted her folds to rub her clit as she gradually took me deeper down her throat.
Even sucking cock, Illya was graceful, her lips wrapping and releasing until the head hit the back of her throat. Her knees slid outwards, and she popped her ass up even as she tilted her head. Groaning when she swished her tongue along the underside of my shaft, I pushed her head down until her beautiful little gag shattered the atmosphere.
“Illya . . . fuck . . . ” I’d had this hard-on all damn morning— since she so politely told me to fuck off at the waffle place— and my breath hitched when she gagged around my head. Pulling back, she sucked in a short breath, and I closed my eyes and let my head fall back in pure bliss. “Yeah . . . ”
Circling her clit, my fingers slickened with Illya’s juices, and I clenched my jaw as I worked two fingers into her tight channel. Her hot mouth took in my cock again before she set a steady, deep pace, and her moan reverberated up my shaft to bristle the hairs on my abdomen. When I fingered her, it’d been frenzied and quick, but this was slow and savory, anddamn, did Illya know her way around a cock.
The roughness of her tongue along the thick vein under my cock was tantalizing, and I pushed her head down and thrust up. Illya choked harshly but didn’t pull away, her teeth grazing the base of my cock. Her soft palm cupped my balls, and I sputtered a gasp as my heart palpitated in pleasure. Grappling her perky ass with my good hand, I couldn’t do two things at once, and her throat tightened around my head.
“Shit, Illya . . . I’m gonna cum . . . f-fuck . . . ” My voice shook with need, and she moaned around my cock and squeezed my balls expertly. Clenching my jaw hard, tingles shot up my thighs and down my spine to ball up in my tailbone. “Stay like that . . . stay just like that . . . ”
And she fucking did. Illya tensed, not moving, and goosebumps swept down her back against my forearm as her ass cheek flexed in my palm. My cock rippled from the base up, and I held my breath as hot cum spurted from my head and down her throat. Only then did she pull back to suck me dry, and she pumped my cock as spasms raced up my legs. Forcing my eyes open, I gulped harshly at the absolutely heavenly sight of her, her slender brows furrowed, eyes glistening, face red. She was so fucking beautiful with her hollowed cheeks and flexing throat as she greedily swallowed my cum.
That release almost fell to the wayside to Illya’s beauty, and I unhooked my fingers from her ass to caress the sharp line of her jaw. Bright, swirling eyes met mine, blazing with intense need, but I only cupped her face and drew her to my chest. My heart thundered against her cheek, and she curled up with satisfied, ragged pants that seeped through my shirt.
“You should take a really long, nice bath. Maybe take a nap in a real bed. I’ll order room service. This trip isnotgonna be ruined.” My harsh whisper earned me a hiccup of a breath, and I stroked Illya’s face and hair as I sunk into the sofa. Neither of us made any attempt to move, but I was perfectly okay with that. She didn’t rub up against me. In fact, her chest didn’t touch me at all, but she did put her hand on mine.
That was enough. That was more than enough.
