CHAPTER 5: WE'RE EVEN
1633 Words
AMADEO
She doesn’t say a word as we walk through the hotel lobby. I know I’m pushing her out of her comfort zone by holding her hand, but I like being near her. I like touching her, even simply like this. Part of me wants to believe she likes it as well since she doesn’t pull away until we get to the elevator and an older couple joins us.
“So I know you’re in school, and you’re going to start teaching a course at the university, but what’s your thesis on?” I ask as we make our way to my room.
“Anessa didn’t tell you?”
“She didn’t go into specifics. I thought we could do that tonight. Maybe open up to one another a bit. I want to learn more about you.”
She snorts. “Speaking about opening up, how much longer will you be here? You never explained what business you had in the city. Aren’t you in the army?”
“Trying to get rid of me so soon?”
“Maybe.”
Once in the room, I toss my coat and wallet on the chair. “How long I stay is entirely up to you.”
Her brows slam together. “What do you mean?”
I reach for the zipper of her coat, taking it off and letting it fall to the ground.
“I have nothing left to do here, just you.”
Her almond-shaped eyes widen as I back her up against the wall in the entrance, removing the elastic from her hair and connecting our mouths while running my hands through her tresses.
Delicious.
Her sweet taste has all my blood rushing south. She starts running her hands up my chest, but I pin them both above her head and claim her lips again. I quickly remove her hoodie and kiss my way down her neck, stopping at the front clasp of her bra and undoing it. I take an already puckered n****e into my mouth, and she lets out the sexiest little sigh. My control is slipping as the scent of her arousal fills the space around us. I want the heady scent around me always.
I like her ragged breathing, but she’s much too quiet. I need to change that. I squeeze and roughly massage the other breast while continuing to suck. They’re just the right fullness for my hands, and her skin is incredibly soft.
I skim my hand over the waistband of her pants, but she stops me by unbuttoning my shirt. When she reaches for my belt hesitantly, my dragon roars to life. There’s something in the way she’s looking at me that is off, but there’s no way I’m questioning her now, not when this is precisely what I want.
“Take out my belt,” I command.
“Are you going to whip my ass with it?” The passion in her eyes turns to doubt, and I have to bite my lip to keep from laughing at the startled look on her face. She still thinks she can control things between us.
I do have certain kinks, but inflicting pain by whipping or excessive spanking isn’t one of them. Maybe I should take out my kit right now and show her exactly what I like. I know my smile is wicked and predatory by the way she slightly shrinks back. Maybe later.
“Give me the belt, Valentina. I don’t want to wait to be up in your throat.”
She hesitates, but her curiosity and ultimately, her desire win. She hands it to me, and I become impossibly hard.
I fight the urge to tell her what to do while she unzips my pants and pulls them along with my boxers to my ankles. I spring out throbbing, and my heart pounds in my chest when I sit on the bed, and she sinks between my legs. Looking up at me, she runs her tongue over my slit and licks off a bit of pre-c*m.
It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. The image of her like this will remain ingrained in my memory forever. I know it.
“The belt is going around the back of your head. My hands will hold either side of it to keep you where I want you. I can be rough like this so tap my thigh twice if you’re uncomfortable and you want to stop.”
She nods.
“I need to hear your words.”
“Yes, Sir,” she smirks, and my d**k twitches against her chin. Her eyes light up at the movement. I thought I wanted her to be completely submissive, but the small spark of defiance, while she follows my instructions, works.
She flutters her tongue around my sensitive tip a few times and then begins to suck, and I hiss. Her plump lips open wider and slide down my length repeatedly. Her mouth and tongue are so warm, and I’m mesmerized watching her take me inch by inch. When I hit the back of her throat, she swallows, and the contracting of her muscles has me squirming.
I clench my teeth as she bobs her head up and down, hollowing out her cheeks and impressively taking almost all of me while keeping her eyes steadily on mine.
“Don’t stop.”
I tighten my hold on the belt, but I don’t f**k her mouth or control her movements the way I usually do. I don’t have to. Somehow she’s figured out exactly how I like it. Messy, noisy, and deep.
Saliva comes out the side of her mouth and dribbles down her chin. When she ignores it, continuing to slurp and suck me down, I almost explode right then and there.
“¡Joder! (Fvck)”
She smiles knowingly against the length of me. Then she begins sucking fast and hard while using both of her hands to stroke and twist. I prefer no hands, but I can’t complain about a single thing she’s doing right now. She’s that good. Has it ever been this good? I can’t remember.
She rocks back and forth a bit on her heels, no doubt trying to pleasure herself in the process and alleviate some pressure between her legs. I can smell how turned on she is. It’s driving me insane.
She cups my balls and massages them with one hand and strokes me with the other, all the while sucking my tip and looking up at me. The combination feels phenomenal, and her rhythm is f*****g perfect.
My balls tighten, and I know I’m about to come. I let go of the belt and pull her head back a bit, but her lips remain wrapped around me greedily. My hips buck slightly off the bed, and I bury my hands in her hair, feeding her all of my seed as pleasure courses through my body violently.
Then she does something unexpected. She sticks out her tongue as if to show me it’s all gone. The desire to unload in her mouth once more is overwhelming, and I can feel myself getting hard again.
“I’m going to freshen up a bit.” She wipes her lips with the back of her hand and stands up. That’s when I realize I didn’t even take her pants off.
I lay back on the bed and close my eyes thinking about how she managed to distract me from my original goal simply by reaching for my belt. She’s amazing and I plan on generously returning the favor.
The faucet is running, and I can hear her moving around, but I’m not really paying attention. It’s not until I hear the front door close that I realize the water has stopped. I jump with my pants still around my ankles and jerk them up. I don’t bother fixing them properly as I throw open the front door. She’s gone. Her clothes are gone too.
I fumble to find my phone and call her. “What the hell, Valentina! Where are you?” I shout.
“On my way home,” she says nonchalantly as if she didn’t just leave without a word after giving me the best blow job of my life.
“How did you get out of the room so quickly?”
“I have my secrets, just like you have yours.”
“I don’t know what you mean.”
“Sure you don’t. Listen, I got off at the wedding, and you got off tonight. We’re even, so now it’s time to leave me alone.”
Impossible.
“I’m stopping by your place at 6:00 tomorrow. It’s time to clear the air.”
She sighs heavily. “I'm no longer interested in your games. You’ve had plenty of time to talk. If you come near me again, I will use my magic on you. You will regret it.” She hangs up.
I should’ve known something was wrong when she suggested coming back to my hotel room. The signs were there, but I was so consumed by how much I wanted her that I missed them.
All I can think of is her asking if I would whip her ass with that belt. The answer now would be f**k yes, I would! At the very least, that tight ass of hers should be reddened with a few of my handprints for what she just pulled.
I groan at the thought and lay back in the bed. This woman will eat me alive if I let her.
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A/N
So are they even now? Do you like Valentina's style or what? Let me know your thoughts on the chapter. This one is my favorite so far.
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