Page 5 of Stealing Iris

My gaze shoots to his, and I swallow hard again, knowing the wrong answer isn’t an option. “Yes.” The word is little more than a whisper. Dante hesitates, his brows drawing together. “Yes,” I repeat, keeping my voice steady. The sound of his zipper fills my senses, and something between dread and anticipation takes over.

“Holy shit,” Conny exclaims. “You’re loaded, bro.”

He settles in front of me, and I finally dare to look. Conny’s right; he’s big enough to suffocate any woman.

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DANTE

I wasn’t sure what Conrado had planned, but I sure as hell didn’t expect to find Iris with this idiot. Still, I’m damn glad I came. The ugly smock hid a lot. She has a body on her. Breasts that will more than fill my hands, a narrow waist, and an ass that’ll make any guy forget his lunch.

This isn’t my first rodeo, and, granted, I prefer to drive, but I’m not about to turn down an opportunity this tempting. Not when my cock jumped to attention at the doorway. Things only got more uncomfortable as I sat on the bed watching her. Sinful breasts pointed to the ceiling, her belly a smooth slide down to where shapely thighs cradled the guy eating her out.

Still, it bugs me that Iris keeps her face turned away. She did the same at the store, not facing me until she was caught off guard by the power outage. Her hesitation means she didn’t expect anyone to show up. Is it me, a stranger, or is this her first time with two guys? Or both? That’s why I asked, to make sure she’s okay with taking my cock. She said yes, and despite seeing my size, she didn’t backpedal.

Her hand surrounds me, stroking my length, like I imagined earlier. When she gets to the base again, her tongue darts out, tasting me, once, twice then swirls around the sensitive head. “I’m not very good at this,” she says on a whisper.

I run my fingers through her curls, watching the curtain of hair sway, its silkiness brushing against my palm. “You’re doing fine.” I can wait him out. From the jerky moves, the guy doesn’t have long to go then I can enjoy her. Truth be told, I’d like a lot more, but this is his game, and all he offered was a blow job, so I’ll have to be good with that…for now.

My thighs and abs move with her play. Laying her soft cheek against my inner thigh as she figures out where to use her touch and her tongue. I want more.

Putting my hand to the curve where her neck meets her shoulder, I bring her in, having her take more of my cock. Her reflex kicks in, and she exhales in a rush, her thumb tightening against my balls.

The pleasure is short-lived because Conrado finishes with a sudden push, sending her sliding over my leg. “Watch it,” I snap, the steel in my tone unmistakable. My focus is on her, despite the fact she could have done some real damage. “Iris?”

“I’m okay.” Even having her hair in her face, the grimace is hard to miss. I help her regain her balance as soon as Conrado’s off the bed. She settles in, her gaze following the soft caress of her hand. “Show me.”

Show her?What I like? What I want? How inexperienced is she?

Her mouth comes down over me, and my questions fly out the window. She takes me in as far as she can while her velvety tongue runs the length of me. Her hand cups my balls while her hair dances over my thigh. The minute she adds pressure, my eyes are ready to roll back in my head.

I shift forward, needing to be closer to her mouth. She loses no time adjusting, her mouth going lower while taking me deeper.

She’s a vision, doing everything she can to please me. Her spine dips, and I follow every move to where it meets her waist and her hips flare out to the shape of a heart. If she’d been at the edge of the bed the view in the mirror would have been perfect, showing me more than the underside of beautiful breasts.

I held back too long. My blood rushes, and my muscles tremble. “Iris…” I barely choke out her name before my orgasm rips through me with the power of an explosion. It’s all the warning I can offer because she can’t want a guy she just met coming in her mouth.

Though she’s quick, she doesn’t clear in time. She’s singularly focused on me, using her hand to wring every last drop from my body. I run my thumb over her chin, wiping the spot clean. She tilts her head back, and the eyes that looked at me with such innocence earlier hold raw need and something deeper. Whatever it is she wants, I want to be the one to give it to her. Heat coils low in my gut.Fuck. Even though she just finished me, I push up, ready to stretch her out on the mattress.

Conrado comes around to pull on his clothes. “Damn, dude, rub that shit all over her tits.” In that instant, the window into her soul slams shut. She pushes up on her side. “Hey,” the asshole barks. “He’s not done.”

Iris stiffens, keeping her gaze focused on the sheet. “I need to clean up.” Her swollen lips make her pout that much more pronounced.

“Go ahead. We’re done.” Something isn’t right here, but I can’t put my finger on it. Despite that, I’m distracted by the sway of that perfect ass until she disappears into the bathroom, shutting the door behind her. The click of the lock echoes in my head.

“You sure?” Conrado holds up his hands. “I got the room for another hour.”

Hmm, the things I could do with Iris in an hour. But they didn’t include Conrado in the background. In seconds, I fit the pieces of a plan together in my head. “Yeah, let’s go have a drink, and we can talk business.” As expected, the guy’s face lights up. It’s what he’s been hoping for, and if it gets him the hell out of here, I’m willing to give up the time. He moves around the room, struggling to contain his energy as I put my clothes in order. Reaching the dresser, he snatches up a small mirror and shoves it into his pocket.

Conrado picks up the keycard then hesitates, dropping it on the scarred wood. He puts two fingers to his lips and taps them on the TV screen before heading to the door. “Iris?” I ask, pointing to the bathroom, where the shower has just started.

“Agh, she’ll make it home.” He waves a hand dismissively. Pulling the door open, he checks to see if I’m following. I toss my keycard next to his and trail him out to the walkway. “Hey, man,” he says, starting down the stairs in an excited rush. “I hear you got something coming up.” He talks out loud, as if nobody else is around.

“Not here.” I manage to cut him off before he says too much. While the nearest person is downstairs and a few doors over, the walls are thin, and the parking lot is filled to capacity.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” His head is moving so fast you’d think he had a jolt of electricity running through him. “How ’bout Chili’s? We can grab a bite, too.”

“Yeah. The one on the loop.”

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