“Like fuck you are,” Salerno hisses, yanking his dick out. Cum leaks from Brandi’s ass, dripping down her thighs, and I know Sierra has seen it because she shivers violently against me. “The deal was you let me watch.”
“And you still can. Unless you’re saying the cameras have been removed from the bedrooms?” I quirk a brow, enjoying having the upper hand. One of the first things my father taught me was to always choose my words carefully, and it was good advice.
If Salerno had his gun close at hand, I’m pretty sure he’d shoot me. But we had a deal. We both gave our word, and he knows he can’t do anything. He will still get to watch. Just not up close and personal like he assumed.
“I’d shoot you right now, boy, if it wouldn’t start a war I couldn’t win.” A muscle clenches in his jaw as he swipes the bottle of scotch from the table, glaring at me. His gaze swings to Sierra, and she bravely holds his stare.
“Let’s not overreact.” I purposely reposition us so he’s looking at her side profile. The last thing I need is him getting in her head before the plan has been fully executed. “You’ll still get what you want. No blood needs to be spilled.”
He says nothing else as we walk away, but his contempt stabs me in the back the entire way up the stairs. One of my soldiers silently follows, to stand guard, taking up position outside the middle bedroom I lead Sierra into.
Closing the door, I exhale heavily as I lean against it, praying I’m strong enough to do this. Sierra stands in the center of the room, looking uncertain but beautiful as fuck. Precum leaks from my cock as my erection strains painfully against my zipper, begging for release. It’s been weeks since I fucked anyone, and I’m testing my self-control to the limits.
Sierra reaches around her back, and the sound of a zipper lowering is the only sound in the room.
“Not yet.” I push off the door, stalking toward her, watching her eyes blaze with wanton desire and her lips part in expectation. “Keep the dress on for now,” I instruct, brushing my fingers across her cheek as I drop down onto the bed. “Remove your shoes,” I tell her, kicking off my own. Lying against the headrest, I pat my lap, gesturing her forward. She climbs slowly onto the bed, and I’m not sure if she’s being deliberately seductive, but she is challenging my self-control with her sexy-ass moves as she crawls over my body, positioning herself in my lap again.
Yanking her head down, I lick a path up the column of her elegant neck, inhaling the gorgeous floral scent of her perfume. “Relax,” I whisper into her ear. “I am going to take care of you.”
“I trust you,” she whispers back.
Still so stupid.
I reclaim her lips, and there’s nothing gentle about this kiss. I brutalize her mouth, pushing my tongue past her lips and exploring. She tastes fruity, from whatever she was drinking, and it only adds to the appeal. Letting my hands wander her gorgeous body, I caress every curve and dip within reach. She moves on top of me again, thrusting her hips against mine, and more precum leaks from my cock. At this rate, I might even come in my boxers like I did as a horny teen.
Reaching between us, she unbuckles my belt and pulls my zipper down, sliding her hand into my boxers and palming my erection. I bite her lower lip, dragging it between my teeth as all the blood in my body rushes south. Her fingers curl around my shaft, and the urge to fuck her into next week is riding me hard.
“Remove your panties,” I demand, leaning down to lick a line across the gentle swells of her tits. Scrambling off me, she lies back and shimmies black lace panties down her gorgeous long legs. She sits, but I push her back down, parting her legs and kneeling between her tempting thighs.
Fuck, I shouldn’t be doing this, but I’ve got to make this look real. If it looks staged, Salerno will smell a rat, and the party will become a bloodbath.
Tracing my hands slowly and carefully up her legs, I keep my eyes fixed on her face, seeing nothing but trust and desire and need. I hover over her, pressing my lips to her mouth as my fingers sweep underneath her dress, trailing up her inner thigh. She shivers underneath me, and a light flush stains her cheeks. “So fucking beautiful,” I repeat, kissing her again before I sit back on my heels.
Pushing her dress up to her waist, I immediately lower my head to her pussy so the asshole doesn’t get much of a view. She’s bare. All pink and glistening and mine for the taking. Parting her thighs wider, like a sacrificial lamb, she eagerly opens herself up, welcoming me.
I dive in, plunging my tongue into her pussy, while my hips grind involuntarily against the comforter. I forget where I am and who I’m with as I devour her, fucking her roughly with my fingers and my tongue. Her scent swirls around me, rousing my inner beast from slumber, and I lift her legs, draping them over my shoulders as her hips arch, granting me better access. I eat her out like a starving man at an all-you-can-eat buffet, vigorously rubbing her clit with two fingers while I fuck her cunt with my tongue.
The sounds coming from her mouth are insanely hot, and if she doesn’t stop, I won’t be able to resist fucking her. She explodes on my face, shoving her pussy into my mouth with no shame as she detonates, hips bucking and body spasming as her climax whips through her. I remove my pants and boxers as I watch her come down from her high. Without giving her time to recover, I spin us around until she’s back on top of me. I’m careful to keep her dress on, positioning her pussy over my pubes with my dick nudging against her puckered hole. I groan at the feel of her crack against my hot dick, fighting the almost overwhelming urge to hammer her ass.
She tries to move down, and I subtly shake my head, digging my fingers into her hips to keep her in place. Confusion washes over her face, and I sit up, snaking my arms around her back to hold her body pressed against me. I fit my mouth to her ear. “This needs to look real,” I whisper, placing a slew of kisses on her neck. “And you need to look scared.”
Salerno would expect that of any virgin.
“I’m going to thrust my hips as if I’m inside you. Let me control the pace, but rock back and forth on top of me like we’re fucking. You can whimper a little after a while.”
“You’re not going to fuck me?” she whispers. I detect something other than vulnerability in her tone. Tilting my head back, I look deep into her eyes. Sierra always wore her heart on her sleeve and the pain of my rejection is plain to see.
“I’m not going to take your virginity like this,” I whisper over her mouth, as I thrust my hips up, not faking a groan when my dick pulses against her ass.
She pivots her hips against me, staring me directly in the eye as she whispers, “I’m not a virgin, and I think you should do this. I know you don’t want to, and I’m sorry to force you into it, but if you don’t, he will, and I can’t bear the thought of that man coming anywhere near me.”
I open my mouth to ask if she’s crazy, but I stop myself from going there. Admitting I’m having a difficult time restraining myself and I wouldn’t be forcing anything will only give her the wrong impression. She’s a beautiful woman grinding on top of my dick, and I haven’t had sex in weeks. Of course, I want to fuck her. And now I’m given the green light, I see no reason to hold back anymore.
Holding her face between my palms, I ask the question with my eyes. Her answering expression is unrelenting and assuredly affirmative.
There’s no going back now.
Salerno is expecting a show, and while I had initially planned to keep her dress on, to hide the fact we weren’t really fucking, there is no need to take that risk now. She can be naked, and I can still shield her from his view so he’s only catching fleeting glimpses.
