Insta Lovers: A Collection of Steamy Novellas

by J. L. Beck

  Using my hands I pushed her legs apart, watching small drips of my seed drip from her pussy and onto the silk sheets. Such carelessness by any other woman would’ve had me red hot with rage, but with Riley it was highly erotic seeing our combined juices meld and flow. My cock twitched, making me eager take her again, right at this very moment. “Are you okay, did I hurt you?” I questioned, concern etched into my voice.

  “Uh huh…”

  I grinned at her little smile. I wasn’t the kind of man to wear his heart on his sleeve but with Riley it was simple. My heart was her heart, my longing was her longing, and her life was as precious as my own. She was mine, and I was hers.

  Riley’s blue eyes lifted to mine, and her perfect white teeth nibbled at her bottom lip. She looked like a siren with her sunshine blonde hair fanned out against the mattress. “No you didn’t hurt me… I actually… I want to do it again…” Her cheeks blushed at the confession.

  I smiled wider, loving that I’d taken the little virgin and turned her into my own personal nymph. Soon she wouldn’t have any clue as to what she got herself into.

  “Mmm, it turns me on to know you want this as much as I do.” I couldn’t stop myself from cupping her by the cheeks, feeling the softness of her skin against my calloused hand.

  “I’ve wanted you as my own since I started watching your father years ago. You were only a kid then, and I told myself I could never have you, not ever, and yet, here we are because of what he did.”

  “We are,” she murmured, snuggling into me.

  Pride rushed me. Riley was breath taking and even though a part of me felt guilty for taking her from her parents, I knew I was doing the right thing. Her daddy was involved in some bad shit, an abuser, and soon all that would come to light, and when it did I couldn’t have her there, inside that house and connected to Mark, nor caught up in the karma that followed him.

  “How bad was it this time?” she asked.

  I pulled back a bit. She seemed genuinely interested in her father’s gambling issue. “You knew?” I furrowed my brow when she nodded.

  “Mom and I found out when people started calling the house asking where he was. One time he got a text on his phone, asking when they were going to get their money. We knew then there was a much bigger problem on hand. Dad liked gambling. When he drank it was worse. I was happy when he stayed out. Happy when he came home. It’s all just so confusing, you know? We just never thought it would turn into this.”

  Sadness crept into her voice. I didn’t want my girl sad, and all because of the man that was tasked with protecting her from all the evil in the world: her father.

  I didn’t want Riley mixed in with my dirty business, not when she was so naïve, and so perfectly untainted by men like me. “Don’t be sad for your father, baby. Antonio didn’t kill him. He just left him with a wound that will remind him never to fuck with my people again.”

  “I’m not sad for him. I’m just hurt that he did worse things behind our backs…”

  I understood the betrayal because it was something I had felt many times in my life. I wanted Riley to know my empathy for her ran deep. “I know how betrayal by your own blood feels. I get it, but I’ll never betray you. I’ll never leave you alone. You’re mine Riley. All fucking mine.” I seared the words with a red-hot kiss, to her lips.

  “Tell me about you, Nico.”

  This wasn’t the kind of conversation I wanted to be having after sharing sex together. All I wanted was to clean her up, pull her into my side, and fall asleep together. Rehashing things we couldn’t change didn’t do us any good.

  “Another time, maybe. Let’s just enjoy this respite.”

  “You really don’t want to hurt me do you?”

  My heart thudded against my rib cage harder than it ever had before. She was finally fucking getting me. She was seeing how the ruthless man who had taken her as payment really wasn’t all that callous.

  It’d taken me a long time to know what love was. I’d first glimpsed that inside myself the moment I decided she’d be mine, the same night her father signed over his own fate across the dotted line. Now, that protectiveness inside me multiplied to the point I’d risk my life for her.

  Love flowed through my veins for her, and I wanted that feeling to be something Riley and I experienced together. I wanted her to love me, like I knew I already loved her. “I’d never hurt you… never, and anyone who ever hurts you will pay dearly for it. I made a promise to you that I’d protect you, and I will.”

  I let the words resonate through us, praying to whatever God that was above that he would give me this, this chance with Riley. She was my last chance at good in life. I had done some horrible things and she was my redemption.

  She stroked my face, lingering her petite fingers over my lips where I took each finger into my mouth, kissing her, tasting my Riley.

  “That’s the man I want to be for you.”

  She patted her chest. “Each second I spend with you, my heart beats faster. I feel this pull to you, and I can’t really explain it. I want more, even without knowing you, like really knowing you. All I know is that you’re a criminal.” She looked away when the words spilled from her lips.

  I pulled back several inches, hating that she saw me as nothing more than a criminal. Still I wasn’t going to give her up. Criminal or not, I loved her. I’d prove it to her every day until she felt the same way about me.

  “What I do for a living doesn’t define me. Blood might mark my hands but those same hands can bring you pleasure like you’ve never felt before.” I nibbled at her lips, wanting to possess her again.

  “You did. Very well,” she murmured. “I’d like to feel you again. Inside me.”

  I could picture my cock slipping into her semen filled cunt once more, bringing her to the brink of exhaustion. I pushed the thought away, settling for something different, something I’d never done before.

  “I know I should I be afraid of you. I know the power you hold. I know that you could kill me if you wanted to.”

  Riley was a smart woman, and she wouldn’t be completely wrong to fear me. I had a lot of power and I knew a lot of people. If you crossed me you’d end up with a bullet between your eyes, but with Riley that would never be something she would have to worry about. I’d die before I let anyone touch her.

  “No. I’d never hurt you. I don’t want you scared of me. If you’re afraid of me I want to know so that I can fix what’s broken between us. So, the question really remains, are you afraid of me now?” I questioned with a clenched jaw, waiting. I’d rather rip my own heart out then harm a single hair on her body.

  Silent as she remained, I lifted my gaze to Riley’s hoping I wouldn’t see anything I didn’t want to see.

  “I’m not afraid of you, Nico.” She exhaled. “I thought maybe I might be when I woke up, but if anything I’m mesmerized by you. I feel the need to be near you, and I don’t understand why… I’m not afraid of you. I was scared of my father.”

  That was all I needed to hear before I hauled her up the mattress. We were both still naked but clothing was the last thing I wanted separating us. Pulling Riley’s backside against my front, I nuzzled at the back of her neck, feeling the heat roll off of her. Like her, this moment was perfect. We were perfect. Together.

  “I love you.” I whispered the words softly into her hair. I didn’t need her to say the words back. That didn’t matter to me, all that mattered was that she knew I wanted her.

  47

  Riley

  I didn’t understand the draw I felt towards Nico, or why it seemed to grow over the next few days, but I latched onto those feelings, letting the roots of them sink deep into me. I’d never been in love before, but when I heard Nico say the words I knew I was already there with him.

  I’d never had a man protect me like Nico did, or have someone care for me in such a way. Yes, I had loved my father because he was my father. But he wasn’t a good enough man for my mother and I, and I knew that for a lon
g time.

  He took every last dime he made and gambled it away if he had the chance, and though I loved him because he was my father it wasn’t enough for me to believe that he wouldn’t leave us homeless and alone someday.

  I tried to shove the horrible thoughts about my father away as I poked at the fresh slice of melon on my plate. It’d been three days since Nico touched me and my body was trembling with need at the thought of him.

  “How are you settling in Riley?” Antonio, Nico’s right hand man took a seat beside me at the oak dining room table.

  I forced a smile even though I felt a bit uncomfortable with his presence. Since Nico had brought me here, Antonio was right on my heels, watching my every movement. I didn’t know if he was watching me to make sure I didn’t run away, or if Nico had asked him too shadow me, but the way Antonio was looking at me, as if I was a piece of meat, wasn’t sitting well with me.

  “Good. I’m fine.”

  “How is Nico treating you? Like a princess, I presume?” He narrowed his dark eyes, and a bit of jealously skittered within the depths.

  Why was Antonio jealous?

  I swallowed down the discomfort I was feeling. Nico wouldn’t let anyone here hurt me. He wouldn’t let anyone touch me, not even Antonio, right?

  “It’s… It’s been very….” I paused for a moment, just as Nico appeared in the kitchen, his eyes finding me immediately. Tension rolled off of him, his posture tight and pulling his jacket tightly across his shoulders. His expression soured, like he’d eaten something bitter.

  Was he mad at me?

  “Antonio, out.” The growl in Nico’s voice didn’t go unnoticed and even turned me on a little bit, my thighs clenching together to hold back the need inside me.

  Antonio blinked, seeming shocked before pushing away from the table. “I wasn’t doing anything to her boss. Just talking.”

  Nico didn’t spare him a look, instead he kept his heated gaze on me, making my entire body flash into a goopy mess. “Hey…”

  “Go.” Nico hissed through his teeth.

  Antonio didn’t say another word, he just slipped out of the room as if he was never there, and somehow that made me feel less tense, knowing he was gone and that I wasn’t alone with him.

  Silence trickled between us. Nico holding my gaze as if waiting for a confession I didn’t have to give.

  “It’s my job to protect you.” Nico’s lips snarled.

  I flinched, unsure as to why he was so angry with me. Had I done something wrong? “I… I’m sorry. I didn’t know that I did something wrong.” My lips trembled, and the thought of Nico shipping me away filled my mind.

  With clenched fists at his sides, Nico exhaled a breath before crossing the space that separated us. He looked less menacing when he opened his eyes again, seeming to calm himself down. “I’m not mad at you little one. I’m just… I don’t know. I don’t like Antonio being so close to you. You’re mine, and if I’m not around when he’s near you it infuriates me.”

  Nico’s honesty caused my heart to pound in my chest. He was protecting me once more, proving his point further, that I truly was his, and only his. “I… I’m sorry. If I’d known it was going to bother you eating in the kitchen while Antonia was here I would’ve gotten up right away.” And I would’ve.

  I didn’t like Antonio or the way he looked at me. He was like a vulture ready to swoop down and attack at any given second, like I was his carrion to feast on. Nico seemed to be more rational as he threaded his fingers through my hair, the sensation making my body tremble.

  “Don’t ever be sorry for something that isn’t your fault. You didn’t know. I wasn’t thinking straight…” He whispered into my ear.

  Shivers cascaded across my skin, flooding my body when he pressed the hardness of his arousal against side. Close, he was so close, and yet so far away while dressed in his designer suit. But I was feeling bold, and confident in his presence. “I like you not thinking straight.” I murmured, wondering if he would even hear me.

  “Is that right? You like me sexed up, hard for you, possessive, all alpha like?”

  His spiced scent invaded my nostrils, and that deep-rooted need I wasn’t quiet accustomed to rushed through me. Nico made me feel like a woman, he possessed me like a woman, and he treated me as if I was a Queen. “I want you.” I panted, dropping the fork in my hands, and shoving away from the table.

  Nico slid his tongue against my goosebumped skin. “Do you want me to fuck you, because I’ve envisioned myself doing so far too often in the last couple of days. You make me crazy Riley, absolutely fucking crazy.”

  I licked my lips, thinking about how he had fucked me relentlessly even when he wanted to be gentle with me. But I hadn’t wanted gentle. I didn’t want gentle now. I just wanted him. Pushing away from the table, I stood, letting his body tower over mine.

  His arousal was that much more evident now that I was standing and I wanted him, wanted to please him though he was fully dressed. “I want you in my mouth.” I sucked on my bottom lip watching, as his eyes grew wide with approval. He wanted me to suck him off just as much as I wanted to myself.

  Without another word escaping either of our lips he was gripping me by the arm, pulling me through a door, and leading me into a dimly lit room.

  We could’ve been in a cellar, or anywhere really, it didn’t matter not to me, and not to Nico either.

  “You sure you want this little one, because once the tip of my cock touches that sweet tongue of yours I won’t be able to stop myself from thrusting inside your mouth.”

  The arousal I had for the man before me only grew with the words he spoke. He was so vulgar, and dirty and it made me want him more and more.

  I nodded my head before dropping to my knees against the wood floor. My gaze swung around the room, and I realized we were in the pantry, as canned goods, and other products lined the shelves behind both of us. I moved my eyes from the surroundings and instead lifted them to Nico’s dark orbs.

  He was staring at me like a lion stalking its prey, the primal need he had for me oozed out of every pore on his body. I lifted my hands, gripping his belt, and undoing the buckle.

  “Touch yourself.” His gruff voice echoed in the space.

  He wasn’t asking me. He was demanding me. “But I want to touch you. I want to make you feel the same way you made me feel with your tongue.” I whined, wanting to show him I could do this, that I could handle his domineering ways.

  He shook his head, lifting a finger and rubbing it against my lips, before pushing it inside my mouth.

  I nibbled on the thick digit imagining it slipping in and out of my pussy until I was nothing more than a slippery mess.

  “Fuck yes, suck my finger, baby…”

  Nico praised, causing sparks of excitement to tingle down my spine. I sucked his finger, swirling my tongue against it, all while wishing his finger was his cock I was tasting right now.

  Sweat tingled across my skin and the room grew hotter with every second that passed. How much longer would it be before he snapped and took me against the wall.

  Questions spun in my mind. Would someone walk in one us? Maybe Antonio? I could only hope. Maybe then Antonio would see how serious things were between me and Nico. I nipped his finger tip.

  “Hot damn Riley, your lips are…” A cross between a grunt and growl tumbled from his full lips as I sucked the digit harder.

  It was strangely erotic, the moisture between my legs pooling, and something I never would’ve considered to be a turn on.

  “Fuck…” He pulled his finger from my mouth, and gripped me by the chin, forcing me to look up into his eyes. “I want to fuck your mouth sweet girl… Will you let me do that? Will you make my biggest fantasy come true?”

  I blinked up at him. He’d thought about me sucking him off. I was pleased to know he wanted this to happen as much as me so I did the one thing I planned on doing all along. I finished undoing his belt and pulled out his throbbing cock.

  N
ico was huge, his cock at least ten inches long, and thick with a velvety mushroom shaped head.

  I licked just the tip of the steel rod, amazement overtaking me as Nico’s body shuddered. He was restraining himself, holding back, and I didn’t like that, not at all. Yes, I was inexperienced, but I wanted to please him like no other woman ever had before so with little knowledge I licked my lips and hoped I was doing it right.

  I sucked the tip, before gently scraping my teeth against his shaft. He was thick, and hard as a rock.

  He tasted like soap, and a saltiness lingered on my tongue when I pulled away, to speak. “I’ve never done this before, so I might need your help.” I said shyly hoping he wouldn’t turn me away. I wanted this moment with him, this chance to prove myself. Nico’s face paled and for a second I wondered if he really was going to put a stop to what I was doing to him.

  “I’m barely holding on and then you say something like that? Fuck Riley. I’m ready to explode, and you haven’t even taken me all the way into your tight mouth yet.”

  I smiled, gripping his cock in my small hand. I moved slowly, up and down his cock, pumping him in and out of my hand like I’d seen him do in the shower the first day he’d brought me to his mansion.

  Pre-cum beaded at the head, and I eyed it precariously. I wanted to lick it, just to see what it tasted liked, so I did. I licked the goopy cum off the head of his cock, and listened to the sharp intake of Nico’s breaths as he watched me do it.

  “Did I do something wrong?” I questioned, pulling away slowly.

  His eyes flashed almost black. Without a word being said, his thick fingers threaded through my hair, guiding my lips to his shaft. “I can’t hold on any longer sweetness. I’m going to fuck your mouth now. Breathe through your nose, and whatever you do, don’t bite,” he hissed.

  I opened my mouth, excitement shooting through me. I was wearing a sundress that he had picked out for me, leaving me access to my pussy.

  Nico took my silence as agreement and slipped the tip of his cock into my mouth, before pulling it out, and plunging back in.