Chapter 67: Cheating(R18)
Carmen
He smelled nice as I slid my mouth over his tip, feeling him stiffen as I moved lower, taking more of him into my mouth, my tongue sliding against the warmth of him.
My hand around his length as he pulsed with need.
It was hard, but at the same time satisfying—hard to explain.
I sucked on him, glancing up at him only to flinch when I realized his gaze was fixed firmly on me. I expected him to grab my head and shove it deeper, but he didn’t.
Which only unsettled me even more as I licked along his length, sliding him in and out of my mouth against my tongue.
He tasted good, and I took him a bit deeper, hearing him groan in pleasure—a sound that somehow settled low between my own legs.
I was wet, and as I sucked on him, I wanted him to do the same to me. Lowering my head further, I took in more of him, pushing myself to go deeper.
I increased the pace, and even then there was no sense of urgency in Nico’s movements. He didn’t thrust his hips forward to help; he simply sat there, watching, allowing me to set the pace.
Minutes ticked by, and more followed as my jaw began to ache, but it was clear he was enjoying it too much to finish.
My nipples strained against my clothes as I felt desire bloom in my lower belly. I pulled my mouth off him, licking the tip before sliding my lips down to his balls, taking them into my mouth as I heard him groan.
My hand wrapped around his length as I stroked him firmly, hearing him hiss, but I didn’t stop. Then he grabbed my hair, pulling my head back toward him before pushing me down again with a groan of pleasure.
Deeper than he needed to, but I didn’t care as I felt him fill my mouth until I could almost feel him at the back of my throat. He began to move, thrusting into my mouth, and I knew he was close.
I wanted to pull away, to let him finish elsewhere, but he held my head in place, his gaze fixed on me. I glanced up at him, and our eyes met just as I felt him finish in my mouth.
I tried to pull back, but he held me there, even as I tasted him, his eyes still locked on mine as he let out a low growl of pleasure.
"Swallow!" he ordered, his grip firm on my head as I met his gaze. It was clear that it was what he wanted—and anything else would displease him.
Moreover, after what I had done, I needed to make up for it. His gaze held mine as I swallowed, hating how the taste of him only made the heat between my legs worsen.
My nipples were hard, and I wanted to touch them—wanted him to touch me—as I pulled my lips away from him.
I watched him lean back with satisfaction, making no move to cover himself. Worse, I couldn’t help but stare at him a little longer. He was still hard, and the sight of it alone made me wonder how it would feel inside of me.
This is Nico, Carmen! Are you insane? I snapped at myself mentally, only to hear him speak.
"You want me to touch you, don’t you?" he asked.
My eyes widened in shock when I should have pretended not to understand what he meant, as a smirk slowly spread across his face.
"You want me to slide my fingers over your nipples and between your legs," he whispered, leaning away from the wall and closer toward me as I struggled to steady my breathing.
"Did you wonder how I would feel inside of you?" he asked.
I instantly shook my head, scrambling off the floor as I wiped my lips. The taste of him still lingered as I remembered the way he felt.
"No?" he asked, smugness evident as he leaned back against the wall, shrugging his shoulders slightly as he spoke.
"Well, it’s a pity you don’t want me to fuck you. I won’t," he said, pulling his pants back up and buttoning them before lying down on the floor.
"We should go to sleep. I’ll let us out tomorrow morning," he added.
But there was no way I was going to let things end that way. I stepped closer to him, dropping to my knees and scooting beside where he lay.
"I’m not going to be locked up?" I asked, only to hear him chuckle low like he usually did. He shook his head before pulling me down to the floor, wrapping his arms around my waist as he held me there.
"Of course not. Why would I?"
I could feel his breath against my ear, his legs linking with mine, and I realized there was no way I was getting any sleep. Still, I closed my eyes, ready to pretend otherwise, when I suddenly heard him speak—his voice so low it was almost a whisper.
"We are partners, Carmen. I might not have your trust, but I expect loyalty," he whispered, pulling my body closer as he leaned into me until I could clearly feel the bulge between his legs. Once hadn’t been enough.
"...if you try it again, I will end this partnership, and you will wish that I had killed you instead," his voice was warm, which only made his words more chilling as he continued.
"I abhor cheating in relationships," he said, his lips brushing against my ear in a way that sent a shiver down my spine. His lips trailed down my neck, leaving a line of kisses that made me lean back into him.
I was aroused, and God, did I need him to touch me—enough that I wouldn’t even complain or pull away.
But instead, all I got were kisses before he pulled away and whispered a word I had never hated more.
"Good night."
