by Mae Doyle
I nod, but I can’t stop touching myself. I know how good it’s going to feel to have his huge cock in me, and I can’t wait. He can’t keep me waiting any longer. My eyes close, but when he grabs my chin and forces me to look at him, they fly back open.
“I told you to wait.” His fingers squeeze my skin and I nod.
“I’m sorry,” I manage, and he grunts, letting me go.
Now I have to wait. Digging my fingernails into my palms, I clench my fists at my side. His shirt is off now and I can see the tattoos snaking up his sides and his arms. When I’d seen them peeking out from his cuffs, I’d known that I wanted to see more. Now I can barely control myself.
I want to run my fingers up them and trace them. He bends, slipping off his pants, and I gasp. On his side there’s a huge scar. Without thinking, I reach out to trace it, my fingertips barely touching his skin.
Roque stands up and grabs my wrist, turning it so that he can plant burning kisses on its underside. “You like my scar?” He asks, a twisted smile on his face. “I’ll tell you about it later, but right now, I think that your greedy little cunt wants something from me, am I right?”
It’s almost impossible for me to be coherent, but I nod, reaching for him again. He can’t leave me hanging like this. As soon as my hands land on his chest, he pulls me forward, sweeping me into his arms and carrying me into the shower.
The hot water is almost too hot, and it streaks down my skin, turning my pale body bright red. Even as I reach for the control to turn it down, Roque bends his head and takes my nipple into his mouth, sucking it hard into a point.
Holy hell. Abandoning all hope of turning down the heat, I grab the back of his head, my eyes rolling back as he flicks his tongue around my nipple and sucks it. There’s an aching in my core that’s almost too much for me to bear, and as soon as he raises his head, I grab him around the back of his neck, pulling him to me for a kiss.
“I want you,” I manage, before our mouths crash together. His tongue sweeps through mine like he knows me, like I’m his and he’s claiming me again. Every touch of his hands on my body makes my legs weak and I feel the heat coursing through my body.
Could I cum just from him kissing and touching me like this? I’m beginning to think so, especially considering the way my body aches for him. As if he can read my mind, Roque reaches down, his fingers playing lightly around my clit.
It sends sparks of pleasure through my body and I feel the muscles in my core tightening. His touch is so light that I can’t seem to concentrate on it, I can’t focus enough to cum, and I grab his wrist, forcing him to keep his hand in one position.
“You want to show me what you like, Eva? I thought that I’d already proven to you that I know exactly what your body wants from me, wouldn’t you agree?” He stills his hand and fingers until I nod, my face resting against his broad shoulder.
“Good girl.” Before I can respond, he plunges his fingers into me, working them and stroking my inner walls. I feel my body tightening around him and I turn, biting into his shoulder as my nails cut halfmoons into his arms. He’s all muscle and sinew, and he doesn’t pull away from me as he tears my orgasm from me.
“Holy shit!” I scream, throwing my head back and sucking in as much air as I can. The hot water from the shower pours down my face, garbling my words, but I have to let it out.
My muscles contract and then spasm, making it almost impossible for me to stand, and I hold tighter to him, needing his strength to keep on my feet. He slips his fingers from me, pulling them from my tight muscles, and pins me to the wall as I cum.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous when you’re cumming,” he tells me, kissing my cheek and working his way down my neck. “But I think I like it best when you’re cumming on my cock, you know? There’s just something about fucking you, Eva, that I don’t think I’m ever going to grow tired of.”
Wait, what? There’s something that he’s just said that I need to dig deeper into and figure out what he means, but I don’t know that I can do that right now. I make a mental note to come back to what he’s said and try to figure it out later, but he suddenly drops to his knees and pushes my thighs open, and whatever thought I was worried about is gone as he runs kisses up my inner thighs and then licks me, his tongue hot and needy against my slit.
Holy. Hell.
Thank goodness I’m standing with my back against the wall because I’m leaning on it like it’s the only thing keeping me on my feet, and honestly? It is. Roque has his tongue and his fingers working magic inside of me, stroking and rubbing me, fucking me with his fingers and his tongue, and any thoughts that I was having before are gone.
“Roque,” I cry out, reaching down and forking my fingers through his hair. I don’t want him to stop what he’s doing, but at the same time, the thought of his throbbing cock in me is enough to make me cum.
He pauses and leans back, his fingers still in me, still fucking me. I can feel my walls tightening again, and a bit of panic rises in me. He said that he wanted me to cum on his cock. “I’m close, Roque,” I tell him.
“Don’t you dare cum, Eva.” His voice is serious and his face is dark and I gasp a little, looking down at him. “I mean it. You don’t cum until I tell you to, do you understand?”
I whimper and nod, even though I’m not sure that I can do what he’s asking. How the hell am I going to stop? Especially when he…
His tongue is back on me and he sucks my clit, nibbling it, and sending bright bursts of pain through my body.
“Roque!” My cry is a warning.
“Not yet, Eva. I don’t want you to cum yet. You’re going to be cumming all over my cock in a few minutes, do you understand? If you cum now, then you’re going to be in trouble.” He drops his head back down and sucks my clit, rolling it with his tongue.
In trouble? I have no idea what he means, but I grit my teeth and try to focus. He’s telling me not to cum. I’m going to do my best, even though I feel like it may just kill me.
Finally, when I don’t think that I can handle anymore, he stands, grabs me by the hips, and turns me around. I’m pressed up against the shower wall, my tits on the cold tile, my nipples hard as rocks. He massages my ass and thighs and I spread my legs.
There’s only one thing that can take care of the desire I feel right now. Only one thing that can help me get the release I crave, and I’m not above begging him to get it.
“Please,” I whisper, thinking that he won’t hear me.
But he does. “You are being such a good girl, Eva,” he responds, tracing a finger down my cheek before slipping it into my mouth. Instinctively, I suck it, sliding my tongue over and around it. I’m so focused on his finger and the way the water streams down my back that I don’t realize that he’s centered himself until he thrusts into me.
I cry out, closing my eyes as he pulls his finger from my mouth and reaches around me to roll my nipple between his fingers. I’m so close to the edge that each thrust into me pushes me that much farther. I don’t know how long I can hold on. I don’t know if he still wants me to.
“Good Eva,” he murmurs into my ear. “You’ve been so good. Don’t cum yet, though. You need to show me that you can follow directions.”
Don’t cum yet? How the hell am I supposed to stop it when every thrust he makes into me sends a shockwave throughout my entire body? I feel like I can barely breathe, like all of my nerves are screaming for him to let me let go.
My breathing is shallow and I can hear my heart pounding in my ears as he strokes into me. I’m about to fall apart, and I’m going to do it whether or not he’s given me permission.
“Fuck, Eva,” he says, pulling out all of the way and then ramming back into me. I gasp and slam into the wall of the shower. My muscles pull on him as he exits me to ram into me again. “You can cum now. Now!”
It’s like his voice is magic and I fall apart at his command, cumming all over his cock. My entire body shakes around him and he grabs me by the hips, wrapping one arm
around my waist to hold me up. If he hadn’t, I would have fallen, because I lose complete control over my body.
Waves of pleasure roll through me, and they don’t seem to end. I feel his cock thicken in me and then release, and I cry out as we come together, both of us peaking and then collapsing over the other side at the same time.
When I finally ride it out, I’m trembling, my entire body so sensitive that the water from the shower no longer feels good. It’s painful on my skin and I hiss, trying to step out from under it, but Roque holds me in place.
“You need to get clean, Eva,” he tells me, and turns, grabbing shampoo and a body wash. I stand still for a moment while he washes my body, the loofah scrubbing hard against my skin, but then he lets me sit while he washes my hair. His strong fingers work their way through my hair, rubbing my scalp, almost massaging me, and I relax, leaning back into him.
“You did a good job listening just now, Eva,” he tells me, and my eyes fly open at his voice. “Now I think that after you get dressed we’ll be able to have a real conversation about what we’re going to do with you.”
My stomach drops.
I don’t know how I forgot about everything that I’m facing, but it’s hard to be worried when Roque’s cock is deep inside of me. There’s no way to know what he’s going to want to do with me.
Frowning, I try to remember what he said earlier about me.
That I’m his?
That he’s going to do this again?
I don’t remember, but I have the feeling that I need to come up with it, and quick, so I can have an idea of how our conversation is going to go.
Chapter 16
Roque
After our shower, Eva takes a long damn time to get dressed. I hadn’t pegged her as the type of broad who needs to spend a long time picking out clothes and doing makeup, but then I remember the incredible selection waiting for her on the bed. There’s no way that any woman, no matter how down to earth she seems, could pass on trying on multiple outfits given that many options.
By the time she finally opens the door and comes out into the hall, I’ve changed and been waiting there for a good half hour. She better learn that I’m not going to wait on her like that in the future if this is going to work.
As soon as I have the thought, I shake my head. If what is going to work? It’s just insane for me to think that this is going to go anywhere. As much as I’d like to just fuck her and get her out of my system, that obviously hasn’t worked. Each time I come near her with my dick, I get more sucked into Eva, and the harder it becomes for me to walk away.
Nevermind the fact that the family doesn’t trust her. She may not see that as a huge deal, but she doesn’t understand how quickly our family will take care of you if you’re a threat. I have to make sure that she’s not seen as a threat, or there’s no way that my family will let her stay.
“Hey, thanks for waiting.” Eva almost looks embarrassed that it’s taken her this long to get ready, and I’m glad. She needs to know that I’m not going to wait on her all the time, although…holy hell.
“You look good. I’m glad to see that the wives found you some things that you can wear.” That’s an understatement. I knew that the wives would do a good job finding her clothes, but I had no idea that she would look so fucking hot in them. She’s exactly the kind of woman I want hanging on my arm when I’m out and about.
The black tank she has on is skin-tight and shows off her perky little breasts. It tucks in around the waist and she’s paired it with dark jeans and black boots. Her makeup is on point, too, and her long chestnut hair hangs loose, curling a little around her shoulders.
“Thanks.” Bright circles appear in her cheeks and I lean down to kiss her, my lips lingering on hers.
Fuck, I know how good this girl tastes, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want another little treat. Her mouth opens easily under mine and I grin as I slide my tongue against hers.
“Am I interrupting something important here?” Eva jerks back at Arlo’s voice, but I turn around slowly and roll my eyes. I never heard the family come back in after they went out, but it doesn’t surprise me that it’s my brother who would sneak up on us.
“We’re just going to run an errand,” I tell him, reaching down and taking Eva’s hand. Immediately, she links her fingers through mine and gives me a little squeeze. I feel my heart jerk in my chest at how easily and quickly she turns to me.
Fuck. This is not what I need to be thinking about right now, especially when I know that she’s on the family’s radar as a possible threat.
“Pops was wondering what your plan was today. He wanted me to find out and also to see how confident you were feeling about our problem.” We’re all good at talking in code so that other people won’t know what we’re talking about, but I still don’t like him referring to Eva as “our problem”.
“I’ve got it under control,” I tell him, doing my best not to grit my teeth. I don’t need to shoot the messenger, and Pops is just making sure that Eva’s not going to bring us all down.
“What problem?” Eva needs to learn not to draw attention to herself and not to ask questions, but she obviously hasn’t fucking picked up on that yet. Her gorgeous eyes look worried as she glances between the two of us. “Is there another problem?”
Arlo chuckles, and the sound makes me want to punch him. “There’s a huge problem, sweetheart,” he tells her. “It stands about this high,” he holds his hand up to the top of her head, “and knows a lot of shit about our family. See, our issue with the problem is that we don’t know if it’s going to get out of control or if it can keep its mouth shut.”
Her eyes flies open and her jaw drops slightly. Good. I’m glad to see that she looks a bit worried, and while it’s not how I would have chosen to tell her about the problem we’re facing, but Arlo isn’t considered very tactful.
“I won’t say anything.” She shakes her head as she says this, like she’s trying to drive the point home. “I promise. I have no interest in telling anyone anything. I don’t care what you do, or what your family does, as long as you don’t ‘kill me. I’ll never go to the police, I won’t tell Cherie…” Her voice faces off.
I know that it’s because she doesn’t have anyone else in her life who she could tell, but I’m not sure if Arlo knows that. He must, because he nods, and holds something up.
It’s the first that I’ve noticed it, and judging by the look on Eva’s face, the first that she’s noticed it, too. She grabs the purse from him and clutches it to her chest. “Where did you get it? Thank you so much!”
He rolls his eyes and looks at me. “We went back this morning while you were asleep and got it from her work. She had a locker there, but we cleaned it all out. Her stuff is in a box in the living room.”
Eva’s rummaging through her purse and I notice that she’s frowning a little. “My phone. Did you see it in there when you got my purse? It’s missing.”
Arlo smirks and I know exactly where her phone is without him having to say anything. She doesn’t, of course, so he clues her in. “Your phone isn’t yours anymore, sweetheart. I’m sorry, but there’s no way that we can let you have it right now, not until we know for sure.” He shrugs, letting her know that he’s not really sorry.
Her face falls. “But I need it,” she argues, pulling the purse close to her chest again.
“And who are you going to call?” Any friendliness is gone from Arlo’s tone and face. He leans forward to get a better look at her. “Who the hell do you think that you need to call when we’re taking care of everything you need right here?”
“She’s not going to call anyone, okay?” Even though part of me is nervous about why she immediately asked for her phone, there’s no way that I’m going to let Arlo talk to her like that. She’s my girl. “Chill out, Arlo, she’s already told me a million times that she’s not going to call anyone or talk to anyone.”
He frowns and she pipes up. “I just wanted to text my boss. Let him
know that I’m sorry about last night and that I’ll be back for my afternoon shift.”
At this, Arlo and I both burst out laughing. “Eva, honey,” I tell her, “you no longer have a job. Why in the hell would I let you go to work when I won’t let you go to your apartment? You think that you’re safe there?”
“But I need the money!” She stamps her foot and looks angrily between the two of us. “I need to be able to pay for my apartment. You don’t understand.”
“We understand, sweetheart,” Arlo says. “But you don’t have a job now. Not as a waitress, anyway. But if I remember correctly, you have other skills that you can rely on, don’t you?”
Her face pales. “I don’t know what you mean.”
Fuck. I forgot that Eva’s a lawyer. In all of the excitement of meeting her and then almost getting killed, it never crossed my mind that she’s more than just a waitress. Not that there’s anything wrong with being a waitress, but a lawyer…that could be very good. Or very bad. I just don’t know which one.
“We’ll talk about it.” Arlo glances over at me when I speak and gives a single nod. That’s one thing about the family. We may all want to be involved in each other’s shit, especially when it affects us all, but we also know when to back off.
“Let me know. Offer to help you out still stands, brother.” With that, Arlo turns and walks down the hall. Eva and I stand still and silent for a moment, watching him go, before she turns to me, resting her head lightly on my shoulder.
“What do we do now?” She asks. She sounds scared and the thought of her being worried twists like a knife through me.
“You and I are going to my place,” I tell her. We could sit here and hash everything out, but I don’t want to be around everyone when she and I really talk. There’s a lot of things that we need to figure out, and being around the family may make her reluctant to tell me the truth.
“We have a lot to talk about. You want to come out of this in one piece and I want to keep you in one piece, but you’re going to have to be honest with me. Starting now. Do you understand?”
