by Penelope Sky
We usually took our lunch together in the office. We had the usual, protein shakes and salads, and our assistants ran out and picked them up for us. So, we sat together, Hades behind his desk while I sat in the leather armchair. We were both uncomfortable in our suits because of the summer heat. We usually had the AC running, but if it was too low, everyone else in the office froze, so we had to suffer instead.
Hades finished his smoothie and most of the salad was gone. He leaned back into the chair, both of his hands on the edge of the armrests. “What are you going to do, then?”
It was one of the rare times when I shrugged in response to a question like that. “No fucking idea.”
“Now that you’re with Anna, are you going to drop your war with the Skull King?”
“I’m not sure I can, even if I wanted to. He implied that he’d spoken to Liam about Annabella’s situation, and obviously, that’s concerning.”
Hades shook his head. “I told you to drop it.”
Now I wished I had listened when Hades had originally asked. But how was I supposed to know it would bite me in the ass like this? Over and over again?
Hades spoke again. “The good news is, he makes too much money off you. He’s not going to kill you.”
“And what about Annabella?”
“I don’t see how taking her would benefit him,” he said. “He wants to keep making money, not to piss you off and stop the gravy train.”
“But do you think he’d team up with Liam?”
Hades considered it as he tapped his fingers on the edge of the armrest. “I don’t see him actively working against you, but he wouldn’t hesitate to help one of your enemies.”
“And if I die, he doesn’t get paid.”
“Not necessarily. He could take over your business.”
“He could do that now too.”
Hades shrugged. “But that’s a lot of work for him. Why would he do the work himself when he can just have you do it?”
So far, this conversation hadn’t made me feel better. We’d just determined anything was possible. “Then maybe I should kill them both.”
“Well, if you try and don’t succeed, then he really will burn you to the ground. He’ll take your father, Anna, even your sister…”
“Then what the hell am I supposed to do?”
“I already said it. You should have paid him in the first place.”
“Asshole, that’s not advice.” He was just saying I told you so, but I’d already gotten that message. Loud and fucking clear.
He shrugged slightly. “I’m just saying…”
I relaxed into the chair and put my hands together on my lap. Heath had always been my enemy, but now I wasn’t sure what part he would play in this game. I could kill him first and then do Liam later, but that was very ambitious for one man. It was very ambitious for someone who had a woman at home. Hades’s domestic life had never looked so appealing until now.
Hades watched me with sympathy. “I’m here if you need anything, Damien.”
“I would never drag you into this.”
“But if you don’t, you might die.”
“I’d still rather die than you risk yourself and your family. You turned in the keys on this lifestyle and walked away. This is my problem, not yours.”
He massaged the knuckles on his left hand as he looked out the window, thinking about every word I’d just spoken. When enough silence had passed, he returned his focus to me. “You’re right. But I’m still your friend, so I’ll always be your ally.”
When I walked in the door, Annabella was in a dark blue summer dress, tight around her waist and flaring out along her hips. It showed off her beautiful tanned skin, her natural curves, and it was an all-around nice color on her. Her hair was in curls over her shoulders, and the mascara on her lashes made her eyes look so big. She seemed to be more stunning every time I saw her, so all my thoughts about Liam and Heath vanished the moment I looked at her.
Dinner was already on the table, white candles lit along with a small vase of red roses. Patricia never added that stuff, so I assumed Annabella was the one behind it. I loosened my tie as I came farther inside because it was way too fucking hot to wear all this shit.
Annabella walked up to me and slid her thumbs underneath my jacket so she could push it over my shoulders and let it fall down my arms. She took the jacket and folded it up before she placed it on the table.
Whenever she touched me, I grew weak. I stood still on the spot, enjoying every touch as if it electrified me. I’d never been a tame lover, but she made me so gentle, made me make love rather than fuck.
When she came back to me, her hands cupped my cheeks, and she rose on her tiptoes so she could kiss me. She didn’t greet me with a hello or ask about my day. All she wanted to do was feel my lips on hers, show me exactly how much she missed me all day. Soon, her gentle kisses became more demanding, and with every breath she breathed into my mouth, she became more anxious, her touch more desperate.
My hands moved around her waist and pulled her close, exploring her sexy curves and that beautiful dark hair. I cupped the back of her head and tilted her chin back so I could deepen the kiss, so I could give her my tongue and feel hers dance with mine. My other hand moved to her ass and gave one of her cheeks a masculine squeeze. All the stress in my shoulders disappeared instantly. I could worry about that bullshit later. Right now, I just wanted to enjoy her, appreciate the woman I’d worked so hard to earn.
She pulled away first, her hands dropping to my chest. Her fingers undid every single button of my collared shirt and popped each one open so she could get to my naked skin underneath. When she was halfway to the bottom, her eyes flicked up and looked into mine. Shy. Sexy. Confident. She was a good lover because she was so enthusiastic, so desperate to have as much of me as she could. She wasn’t necessarily kinky or willing to do things most women wouldn’t. She just loved to be with me…and that made me feel good.
When the shirt was loose, she pushed it over my shoulders just as she had with my jacket, but this time, she let it fall to the floor. Her hands were on my bare skin, her fingertips feeling the heat of my flesh. She stepped closer and placed a kiss over my heart, her tongue dragging over my nipple before she moved to the other side of my chest and did the same to the other. Her face disappeared under her thick hair, and her fingertips dug into me harder as if she couldn’t get enough of me.
Then she slowly dropped to her knees, kissing my stomach all the way down.
I couldn’t fight the excitement that spiked in my blood. Anytime her mouth was anywhere near my dick, my mind went in the gutter. I was already hard at her first kiss, but now my dick was so swollen I could barely fit in my slacks.
She undid my belt, pulled down my zipper, and then tugged everything to the floor.
My dick hung out, so hard it was almost embarrassing.
On her knees, she stared at my length above her, thoroughly impressed by my size. She rose slightly on her knees and then kissed the fat vein along my shaft.
I closed my eyes and suppressed the moan that wanted to explode from the back of my throat. I hadn’t realized how much I wanted this until it was right in front of me. I hadn’t been with anyone else in a long time, and since she was my ultimate fantasy, this was a dream come true. I was just as enthusiastic about her as she was about me. If I could have any woman in the world right now, I would always choose her.
Always.
Why Liam ran to other women when things got tough, I’d never understand. What did he hope to find in a bar that was better than what he had at home? As far as I could tell, Annabella was the sexiest, kindest, and most amazing woman on this earth.
Period.
Annabella took her time and placed kisses along my shaft and balls. She moved slowly, like she didn’t want to rush to the end, like having a big-ass dick in her mouth was enjoyable rather than exhausting. Sometimes she would close her eyes when she kissed the head of my cock, and sometimes she had the confide
nce to look right into my gaze as she gave me her sexy kisses.
My hand slid under the fall of her hair as I took a deep breath, enjoying the feeling of her pebbled tongue as it slid over my crown. I watched her lick away my arousal every time it started to bubble from the tip. Instead of acting like a gentleman and asking if she was ready for this, I took what she offered.
Because I wanted it so bad.
What I wanted most of all was sex. Not to get laid, but to finally make love to the woman I’d fallen so deeply in love with. I’ve never made love to a woman in my life, and I wanted her to be the first.
The only, preferably.
She finally put my dick in her mouth and pushed forward until my entire length was buried in her throat.
My fingers tightened on her neck, and I released a loud moan. “Jesus…”
She moved forward and backward, slow and gentle, giving my dick a chance to enjoy it before making him explode. Instead of giving it to me hard and making me come right away, she pulled away and edged my orgasm because she wanted to make it last. She didn’t mind letting her knees hit the hard floor. She didn’t mind craning her neck over and over again to make me feel good. She didn’t mind the tears that leaked from her eyes and streaked down her cheeks. She wanted to make it last because she enjoyed it as much as I did.
I appreciated the gesture, but damn, I wasn’t gonna last long enough.
I’d had blue balls every night she’d slept with me. We made out like two young kids falling in love for the first time, but I hadn’t seen her completely naked since the last time we were together. I wanted to pull her panties off her body and slide between her thighs until I felt heaven wrapped around my dick.
My hand remained against the back of her head, and I started to thrust deep into her throat. My breathing was uneven, and I couldn’t stop myself from groaning every thirty seconds. I forgot how good it felt to be in her mouth, to glide along that small tongue to reach the back of her throat until her eyes began to water.
I felt like a goddamn king.
I felt the heat start in my stomach, right beneath my abs. It was an orgasm that rivaled a hurricane, destroyed everything in its path, including all logical thought. I moved closer to her and grabbed her hair like reins of a horse and thrust into her throat faster because it felt so good. I turned into an animal with a single desire. I wanted to fill her entire mouth with my come, erase every trace of the man who came before me. I breathed hard and felt sweat drip down my chest even though she was the one doing all the work.
And then I came. “Annabella…” My hand held her lips to my cock, and I squirted everywhere. I closed my eyes as I finished, feeling every muscle in my back tighten until they cramped. The pleasure in my brain was so extreme. It made me wonder if I’d ever really felt pleasure before now. It was a sensation that made a man fell to his knees, that completely incapacitated him.
Jesus Christ.
When I was finished, I pulled my softening dick out of her mouth. There was so much come on her tongue that she had to swallow at least twice.
The sight made me hard again.
She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand then got to her feet. Her cheeks were red, either from exertion or embarrassment. But she wouldn’t look at me, as if her enjoyment were something to be ashamed of.
Definitely not.
I grabbed both straps of her dress and pushed them over her shoulders so the fabric fell to the floor.
A surprised look came over her face, as if she hadn’t expected anything else to happen. She sucked my dick because she wanted to. No other reason.
We were far from finished.
She didn’t have a bra on underneath her dress, so I could see her tits right away. And they were just as beautiful as I remembered. Small. Perky. Round. She had small nipples in the center, perfect size for my mouth and to lick with my tongue. Her soft stomach still had curves, a natural hourglass shape that made her the most desirable woman in the world. All she wore was a thong, black in color, as if she’d come prepared for this moment.
I stared for so long because I was hypnotized by the woman in front of me. I could honestly say I’d never been more attracted to anyone else in my life; I’d never been so turned on. I’d just exploded in her mouth, but looking at her now made me even harder. It was the beginning of an addiction, and I knew I was going to get lost in this disease.
I maneuvered her back toward the bed as I gripped the straps of her thong and pushed it over her hips. She didn’t stop me, just as I expected she wouldn’t, and once I reached her thighs, it fell the rest of the way down.
When the backs of her knees hit the frame of the bed, she stilled and watched me stare at her.
How could I not stare when she was so damn beautiful?
I laid her back on the sheets before I gripped her hips and dragged her to the edge of the bed, as if I were about to take her the way I used to when I would come over in the middle of the night.
But if she were ready for sex, she would’ve told me.
It didn’t matter anyway because I had something else in mind. I leaned over her and finally kissed the tits I missed. I went straight for her right nipple and sucked it into my mouth. I gave it a slight bite and made her wince, but I knew she liked it.
She always liked it.
She arched her back, forcing more of her tit into my mouth. At my first touch, she was already writhing, as if my caresses were already orgasmic. Her fingers dug into my hair, and her thighs squeezed my torso. Her breathing was so deep and loud, as if she lost herself the moment I hit her buttons.
I moved to the other nipple and did the same. Warm. Sweet. Perfect. I loved being the recipient of pleasure, but giving it back to her was somehow more enjoyable. I wanted to please my woman every night, all the time, because it was my purpose in life. I wanted to make her smile. Make her happy. Make sure she never thought about anyone else except me.
I dragged my tongue right through her cleavage to taste the sweat that formed there minutes ago. The salt was strong on my tongue, and it reminded me of all our past nights together. She tasted exactly the same. Felt exactly the same.
I moved down her stomach into the space between her thighs. My lips found hers, and I gave her most sensitive area a gentle kiss. The touch was so soft, but her hips bucked instinctively, her breath shaky. When she released her moans, they echoed off the ceiling and reverberated throughout the entire room. Our warm dinner got cold, but I’d rather eat her than whatever was on those dishes.
I started to kiss her harder, drag my tongue over the areas she wanted to feel me the most. She was so sensitive because every move made her react so passionately. It took less than a minute to make her breathe hard, to make her body twist and turn because she couldn’t sit still. She clawed at the sheets, and her moans got so loud, it sounded like she was being tortured rather than pleased.
I knew when she came because everything increased tenfold. She slammed her hands down onto the bed then yanked the sheets until they came loose. She pushed her pussy farther into my face because she wanted every single ounce of pleasure my tongue could give her. “Damien…”
I kept circling her clit with my tongue until she started to calm once more, her high fading away. I’d missed the taste of this cunt. I used to feast on it on a regular basis, and now that it was mine again, I wouldn’t stop eating until I was full.
I pulled my mouth away then moved on top of her so I could get a good look at her face. Her cheeks were red, and her eyes were watery as if she’d cried when she came. She massaged her fingers through her hair and slowly brought her breathing back to normal. She made a deep sigh of satisfaction then looked at me head on. “I forgot how good that felt.”
I tried not to think about her physical relationship with Liam, but I assumed that meant he never did that to her. He never went down on his wife, and that made him a bigger asshole in my eyes. I didn’t do that with any woman unless we had some kind of relationship, but now that I was
a committed man, I’d definitely do it all the time.
I certainly enjoyed it.
She reached out her arms to me because she wanted to pull me close. She was satisfied, but still desperate to have more of me. It was love that drew her to me now that her lust had been quenched.
I moved on top of her and felt her tits press against my chest. My hands moved into her hair because that’s where I loved to touch her the most. My lips were soaked with her arousal, and my come was probably still in her mouth, but that was so sexy to me. I rested my forehead against hers and just held her close. I never wanted to lose this feeling, never wanted to let her go.
“You’re the sexiest man alive, you know that?” She looked into my gaze with so much emotion in her eyes, like she couldn’t believe she was really there with me. Her fingers played with my hair before they slowly glided down to the side of my face. She liked to touch me, liked to explore my body.
“Actually, yes. I did know that.”
She smiled because she knew I was teasing, and it seemed to make the affection in her gaze stronger.
“And you’re the sexiest woman in the world. I hope you know that.”
“Sometimes I do…when you look at me like that.” She moved her palms to my shoulders and squeezed the muscles. Her eyes drifted over my features, as if she was looking at a sculpture rather than a real person. Then her eyes came back to mine, filled with so much love, it was hard to believe she’d ever loved anyone else but me.
“Then I’m doing my job right.” I separated her thighs so I could get closer to her. Anytime my dick was near her pussy, I thought about fucking her. How could I not? I was a man. But I also wanted to feel her heartbeat against my chest, feel us wrapped together as closely as possible.