Page 38 of Blood & Lace
My heels clickedas we stepped into the penthouse. Lucero right behind me, like a hulking shadow ready to decimate everyone in his path if anyone got in my way. My heart squeezed.
I like that a little too much.
When I spun on my heels, he stumbled back a beat. I lunged toward him and he backed up more.Fuck. He can not be this hot.I looked him up and down. He was like a sacrificial lamb waiting to be slaughtered by a God, and I was more than happy to oblige.
"Down," I pointed to the floor.
Lucero dropped to his knees quickly. His mouth was still stuffed with my panties, pupils blown as saliva dripped from his chin. I brushed my thumb over his jaw, smearing it over his chin. My lips parted, a pant echoing into the air.
Fuck. I'm so fucked.
"You want me?" I asked.
Lucero nodded.
"You need me?" I asked.
He nodded harder.
"Want to be inside of me?"
A glorious whimper ripped from his lips.
I was soaked. My cock wept like it would never stop, my stomach a ball of anxious, excited nerves. I pressed my pointed fingernails into his hair and yanked. He gasped, eyes shooting up to the ceiling as I traced a finger along his throat. I crouched to be at his level.
"You know, I really could kill you," I whispered. "Slip the needle in right here and watch you convulse. I bet it would feel so good if you were buried in my ass when I did it."
A whine this time. Desperate. Needy. He gripped my leg, hand squeezing so tightly. I grinned, but didn't let him see. Instead, I slapped his hand off me.
"Did I say touch me?" I whispered. "Do you want to go to bed alone?"
Lucero's eyes watered. He tried to look at me, but I wouldn't allow it. Instead, I kept his head pulled back so he was forced to stare into the lights and I could take in every inch of him undisturbed. He shook his head as best he could while my eyes hungrily ate up the black shirt that stretched across his massive pectorals, the hard line of muscle that were his arms, and then the belly, soft and sweet and strong that led to powerful thighs. And his cock. It strained against the fabric of his pants, and when I touched it, wetness greeted my delicate fingers. He moaned, humping into my hand on instinct, before he caught himself and forced his will to hold.
"You're pathetic," I whispered. "You know that? So needy and clingy. So weak for me," I said as I traced the line of his jaw with my tongue. "But only for me, right?"
He nodded hard, tried to answer, but the words were muffled. I would take that as a yes. Again, fuck. He was making me want to crawl into his skin and live there.
I stood abruptly. "Take my shoes off."
Lucero's hands fumbled when I released his head, nearly kissing the floor as he tried to undo the fragile clasps. His big hands fumbled and he grunted in frustration. I picked up my foot and put it on his back, heel pressing in dangerously.
"Calm down," I ordered. "Slowly. Now, try again."
When I sat my foot back down, he did go slower, his fingers working the clasp until it opened. The heel slipped off and he placed it to the side reverently, like he was worshipping at an altar. My breath hitched in my throat as he leaned forward and planted a kiss to the top of my foot. I swallowed thickly, my heart racing away.
"The other one," I snapped. "Don't just do whatever you want."
His whimpers made a beeline straight for my cock, wrapping around it and making me want to jerk off. Instead, I held still as he worked on the second shoe. When he removed my foot slowly, he placed the heel to the side with the other. He didn't look up when he was done, just rested his palms on the floor as if awaiting my next command. My cock twitched.
"Up," I said as my fingers rested beneath his chin. "Follow me."
Lucero was up swiftly, his feet moving after me as he fell into being my shadow again. When we made it to the couch, I worked to undo my dress. Then Lucero's hands were on me, pulling the fabric gently as he undid the zipper. The dress slipped from my body, pooling at my feet. I kicked it away before I turned to face him. His eyes raked over me, hungry, and endlessly yearning.
"Take your clothes off," I told him.
Lucero stripped so fast, I pressed my fingers to my mouth to stifle my laughter. He got tangled up in his shirt, and it took him a full minute to free himself in his hurry. The giant really was insane, but hilarious at times.
"Sit on the couch," I said, clearing my throat when he faced me again as if I hadn't almost just burst out laughing. "Arms behind your back. And that is where they will stay the entire time unless I say otherwise. Nod if you understand."
