Page 16 of Room One Twenty Eight
Pulling me from the bench, he takes my place and drags me down on his lap. We cradled Hercules between us as the kiss goes on. Tomas groans against my mouth, his hands sliding beneath my tank top. His rough fingers pluck at my nipples, and I cry out. Rocking on his lap, I am shocked to find him hard between my thighs.
“I turn you on?” I blink down at him, still half out of my mind. ‘
“Hell, yes sugar. You’re the sweetest little thing I’ve ever tasted. They weren’t lying to tell you I never wanted their womenbefore. Sure, as hell want you, Luna. Not just any woman. Luna, you’re our woman. Ours.”
“I can’t,” I gasp even as I snuggle closer to him. “I don’t know how to love anyone. Or let anyone love me. I can’t let you control me.”
“We will show you how to let us, sugar,” Tomas husks, brushing my hair back from my face.
His light eyes stare up at me in the sunshine and I soften. Because I know he means it. He is the last one I expected to ever come looking for me. He has Mateo. Enzo. It would be downright greedy of him to want me too.
It is then I decide there might be nothing wrong with being greedy.
“Taking you home, Luna. To our home. Where you belong. Where the three of us have been going mad since you bailed on us at Club Sin. Enzo is a fucking nightmare right now. Won’t even let me suck his dick,” Tomas teases and for the first time in a very long time, I laugh.
Sitting there in the sunshine, cuddled up on this man’s lap, I laugh. He chuckles and gives my ass a little playful smack. Then he notices Hercules and his eyes get big. Bending his head, he nuzzles her before he peeks at me through her thick golden fur.
“Mateo will not be happy you have a kitten. He wants one pussy, not two,” he snarks again and I laugh, my tears gone, my smile back as my heart blooms inside of my chest.
Tomas stands and sets me on my feet, pressing a kiss on my lips, Grabbing the heavy backpack, he tosses it over his shoulder with ease. Holding his hand out to me, he waits. He lets me make the choice. Just the way they did the night they took me to room one-twenty-eight.
Leading me to a flashy black truck, he loads me in and secures my seatbelt. Climbing in beside me, he doesn’t ask me where I’ve spent the past few days or why I was at that park.He doesn’t ask if I have any other things. There is no pushing or judgment. He is just taking me where he wants me to be, and nothing else seems to matter much.
We drive through downtown Seattle until we get to the higher numbers. To the sprawling lawns and the towering condos. It is cooler here somehow, with thick growths of trees and dark forests. It feels as if I can breathe for the first time in days and it is all because of Tomas.
We don’t talk as he drives, but he keeps his heavy hand on my thigh. I am dirty and sweaty, but he doesn’t care. Hercules sits in the back seat, staring out at the beautiful place he has brought us to. Tomas pulls into a gated neighborhood and stops at the first condo. A garage door opens, and he pulls in, alongside two other cars.
“Is....anyone home?” I wonder as my breath catches in my lungs.
“They will be. I let them know I found you. I meant what I said. We’ve been looking for you since you walked out of Club Sin. We would not have given up till we found you, Luna. No plans to give up what is ours.”
A thrill shoots through me at his words and the crooked smile he delivers them with. Climbing from the truck, I let Hercules down, telling Tomas she can hang out in the garage until we figure out what comes next. Taking my hand, he leads me inside, pulling me close behind him.
Leading me down a hall, past framed photos of them all through the years, he tells me I need to behave until the other two come home. I frown at him. I told him they cannot control me. Tomas sits down at a long sectional in the corner with a sigh. Head laid back, he watches me. My eyes drop to his zipper, and I can see he is still hard, still turned on.
Wanting to prove something to both of us, I go to him, kneeling in front of him. Tomas sits up a little, letting mebetween his thighs. His rough hands brush over my face gently, pushing my hair back. He gathers it in his fist at the nape of my neck and I stare into his eyes. My hands find his zipper and I pull slowly, waiting for him to stop me. He doesn’t.
“Trying to prove you can’t be controlled, baby?”
“Maybe. Or maybe I just want to taste you in my mouth,” I mutter.
“Fuck,” he hisses, lifting his hips slightly. His cock bounces out of his jeans and I almost gasp. I forgot how big he was, thick and long.
Bending my head, I lick the swollen crown, never looking away from his eyes. He yanks at my hair hard, pulling me off him. Then he pulls me back, grabs my jaw and shoves himself past my lips with a roar. I gasp and choke, but once I relax, I let him go even deeper.
“Fuck your mouth is so good,” he growls, pulling gently at my hair. Pulling back, I tear at my tank top and push at my tiny shorts. Knelt in front of him, I pop my mouth open again and let him pull me down on his cock.
“Oh, that’s it. Good girl,” he moans, controlling my movements as his hips thrust up slowly. “That’s a good little girl, sugar. Take me down that pretty throat. Mateo would be so fucking turned on watching you take me so good. Don’t you touch your little pussy. You can’t come. Not till we tell you that you can.”
Tomas makes the sexiest sounds as he works his cock in my mouth. I am soaked between my thighs, and I wish Enzo or Mateo were here to touch me or lick me or fuck me. All I can think about is pleasing them. Being a good girl so they never take anyone else to Club Sin again.
“God, your mouth,” he grunts, his hips rocking faster, his cock plunging deeper. “It’s so fucking good, little girl. Tell daddyhow much you like swallowing his thick cock.”
“Yes, daddy, yes, I do. I like it, I like it daddy,” I moan as spit and sweat drips down my jaw.
“Such a good little girl. You were made for us, Luna. Our little moon. Open that mouth. I want you covered in my cum when they come home. Then you’ll sit here like a good slut and suck their cocks next. Mateo and Enzo want to punish you for thinking you could ever hide from us.”
Sitting back on my heels, I open my mouth. I reach down to touch my pussy, but he slaps my hand away. Then he smacks my pussy and I cry out. I am so close. Just a touch. Just a rub of his rough fingers or his slick tongue. I would come so good. But he won’t let me, and I have to do as I am told.
