Her breathing transforms into soft, desperate, and dangerously high-pitched moans that provoke me to spread her wider with my tongue and properly enjoy Janelle’s cunt, specifically her clit. She’s hot enough this time that when I touch on her clit with my tongue, Janelle’s moan is loud enough to escape containment from our shower. The bathroom echoes with this squeal of pleasure and I fasten my fingers on her thighs to spread her open wider and enjoy a deeper tasting of her dripping platter of pure pleasure.
Janelle grinds her hips into my face as she gets closer. I’ve never met a woman whose body I understand so clearly. I can read her perfectly. I know when she’s about to cum and I almost doubt my intuitive knowledge of her body. My tongue moves away from her clit and I stick it somewhere dark and dangerous as she seems to move too close to the edge.
As I slip my tongue into Janelle’s back door, she squeals and then a climax smacks into her with an aggressive wave of uncontrolled euphoria. I love how she tastes and once my tongue slides between her thick ass cheeks, I don’t want to let go of her delicious flesh and stop tasting her. She groans and I slide mytongue deep inside her back door, reveling in how fucking good she tastes to me. Janelle squeals again and makes a weak effort to push me away.
It doesn’t work. I’m too determined to suck on her dark brown flesh and put my tongue in places that my tongue has no place being in the first place. Janelle’s squealing and fussing with the hot water spraying everywhere doesn’t make it any harder for me to tell that she’s dripping wet with desire and despite the loud noises coming from her mouth – she likes this.
Her body tightens with familiar tension as she draws closer to another climax. I need to feel her lose control more than I’ve ever needed anything. Is this love? Lust? My tongue slides over Janelle’s clit in a firm circle and I push her over the edge again with this last move. Her thighs squeeze together and I think she’s going to break my nose off with how tightly she closes her legs together. My tongue laps desperately at its prize while she shudders and presses her palm into the top of my head in a vain effort to regain the long lost control over herself.
I love burying myself in her musk like this and allow my tongue and lips to spread her open further while she trembles and leaks juices down the insides of her thighs. This is fucking perfect. I could die down here.
My stomach throbs painfully when she shoves my head away with greater force and I realize that I have to pull away from her to take a breath of fresh air. My fingers stay clenched around her thighs as I reluctantly pull my face away and look up at Janelle from the position on my knees with nothing but lust anddeepconfusion.
I don’t understand what she’s done to me. I know that I just ate her to satisfaction, but it doesn’t feel like enough. I don’t feel like I’ve donenearlyenough for her. My tongue slips out of my mouth and cleans her juices off my lips. Fuck she tastes good. Janelle gasps for breath as I try to get a hold of myself first.
My cock is stiffer than I’ve ever felt it and my desire to slide between her folds has never been stronger. I rise from position on my knees slowly until I tower over Janelle again. She keeps looking at me with those wide, gigantic brown eyes that stare straight into my soul. I’ve always loved how deep and dangerous dark eyes look, the kind of eyes where I find myself getting lost more than a few times.
It’s not just Janelle’s dark eyes luring me in, but the brown skin they’re set in. She’s soft. Pretty. The dizzying loss of control nearly causes me to stumble away from her in some mixture of awe and terror.What is this feeling?I reach for Janelle’s chin, totally pretending that I have any kind of control over the escalating storm between the two of us.
“I’ll let you get clean,” I whisper. “Now that I know you’re feeling okay.”
She wrinkles her eyebrows but quickly flattens her expression before nodding.
“Okay.”
I should check on the mess outside anyways. Who the hell are those dead men, how did they know where to find us? I suspect they’ve been following us, but I didn’t see any signs we were followed until now. The whole situation reeks and I won’t feel safe until we’re at Ruger’s house and I can get Janelle out of danger.
For now, I step out of the shower and leave her alone to get clean. My dick remains angry with me for the next twenty or so minutes, no matter how I try to get thoughts of Janelle out of my head. I can still taste her on my lips. No matter how many times I run my tongue over the spot where her flavor lingers, it won’t go away.
But I had the strength not to sleep with her and yield to my darker urges. That much I’m grateful for.
Chapter Seventeen
Janelle
Oklahoma
Zeb says that he has specific instructions about how guests are to arrive at our final destination. I amnothappy about his suggestion that he needs to blindfold me, but then he offers to tie me up too and I have no choice but to submit to the humiliation. Why the hell would I snitch on these bikers when at this point, I’ve been part of almost as many crimes as Zebulon. It doesn’t matter how many charges you catch if your total sentence amounts to the rest of your damn life…
I dig my nails into him purposefully until we get to a rough textured road that eventually smooths out into something that feels like cobblestone. I don’t understand why anyone in their right mind would live in this part of the country, and the longer I spend in this state, even if I’m just on the back of a motorcycle, the longer I want to leave and go back to Boston.
There can’t be any amount of barbecue in the world that makes this heat worth it. Zeb brings the bike to an awkward stop, nearly throwing me off the back because I can’t see a damnthing with this stupid blindfold on. He holds my hand before I go flying, which doesn’t make me feel better at all.
Zeb’s fingers close around mine and that uncertain shiver shoots up my arm, sending an urge to pull away straight through me. Not like that would work with Zeb’s firm grip around my arm. He helps me off the bike and takes the helmet off.
“Sorry about this.”
“Yeah, whatever.”
“Trust me, you don’t want to get on Ruger Blackwood’s bad side.”
Luckily, Zebulon can’t see me roll my eyes. At this point, I’m just as much of a bad guy as anyone else. I wonder if they feel like they’re about to throw up when reminiscing about their various murders and crimes, or if it's just me.
Zeb kisses the top of my forehead as he loosens the blindfold. The throbbing at the back of my headwasn’tmy imagination as it turns out. I hear loud, thudding footsteps behind me as Zeb loosens the knot and then a voice that sends a shiver down my spine crawls up the back of my neck. It’s not a soft voice, but it’s not loud either. Just commanding and strangely flat and horrifying. Like a movie psychopath.
“Zebulon Blackwood. You are just about a day late.”
“We got held up.”
