Blasphemous (Torn #3)(75)
“I’ve seen you wear a lot of these tuxedos lately and each time, it never fails to make me salivate.” Her hand gently trailed down until she reached my aroused length, gently stroking it as she kissed my jaw and neck area.
My heart was about to jump out of my chest when she lowered the zipper and took out my shaft, rubbing her soft hands against it. When a drop of moisture seeped out of my slit, she brushed it with a finger and gently sucked on it, moaning.
“May I?” she rasped out, looking like a stunning enchantress with those bright, blue eyes, full of wicked intentions.
“I promised, Emma.” f*uk. Why did I even suggest that, knowing it was inevitable when it came to us?
“You did,” she continued stroking me and suckled on my earlobe, “but I didn’t. You won’t be breaking that promise if you just sit back, relax, enjoy and don’t move a muscle.” She then knelt on the area rug, stuck out her tongue and tasted the engorged head. “So, may I?”
Hell to the mother f*uking yes. Of course I was too strung out to speak, so I gave her a small nod before she started sucking me with vacuum-like intensity. “Emma, slowdown,” I grunted out, looking down as she met my gaze before she took me into her throat. It amazed me how that mouth of hers could take all of me, but she sure did it with great skill. Emma seriously gave a mean head, the orgasm until you faint kind. “Ease up, my love. My cock’s not going anywhere.”
She gave her head a little shake, as if to say no, making the sensitive head hit the sides of the back of her throat before she upped her momentum. “God help me, Emma!” I howled from the optimum beauty she was showing me.
My body was shaking from her relentless onslaught and I didn’t have anything to lean on to steady my stance. When she placed my hand on the back of her head, knowing how I wanted to come like this, I gladly grabbed her hair and pushed her down, eyes meeting, as I thrust my cock in and out of her mouth, until I bellowed her name as I came. After a good minute, she was still sucking me, making sure she milked me to the last drop.
Crazy. Beautiful. Enchantress, I thought as she licked her lips after she pulled it out, tucked my penis in my pants, zipped me up, and gave me a quick kiss.
She clung onto me, writhing gently. “Sorry, babe. I just had to.”
Emma. When aroused, she became shameless. “Don’t you need release?”
“Need you ask?” She immediately pulled me against the couch, hitched her dress up, pulled her lace thong off, sat down and parted her legs, exposing her wet cunt. “Finger f*uk me, babe, just this once make an exception and kiss me.”
Just like old times, I thought greedily before I growled like an animal and kissed her like the starving man that I was.
B
“What is it with you and staring at her like a stalker lately?” Dimitris leaned sideways, whispering into my ear.
“It’s becoming a habit,” I admitted without shame. Hell, I had lost count how often I stared at Emma. Was it so bad that I wanted to just look at her all day? Even in Aspasia, I used to wake up and just look at her while she slept. The simple sight of her made me incredibly happy.
Remembering how she was an hour and a half ago—wanton, wild and abandoned, naked body all for me to taste as she moaned against my lips while my fingers were busy exploring her.
I shifted uncomfortably when I felt my cock grow hard at the thought of her again. I had to squash these thoughts. Emma had said once so expecting a repeat was out of the question.
The Greek was now observing Emma and Jacques together as they discussed the painting before them. “If you want Emma that bad, then staring at her all night long will not do the trick, my friend.”
Dimitris might not know it, but he could be very entertaining at times. He wasn’t the same as the guy in the beginning, but marrying a woman who left you without a backward glance must’ve stung badly. Talk about having your balls chopped off. It was more than enough to change any man.
“I know. She needs time. My decision to let her go ended up hurting us more. Being patient and biding for the right time is my punishment for being a stubborn fool,” I spoke lightly about the subject, but that ‘lightness’ quickly vanished the second my eyes zoomed in on the Frenchman’s hand behind her bare back, almost caressing.
I was momentarily distracted when Dimitris started speaking again. “You must be blind if you can’t see the way she looks at you. She’s worth it my friend, but you have so much to make-up. Nikki Pavlova—”
“I know,” I said, cutting him off. Of all the things that were racked-up against me, involving myself with Nikki would top the cake for Emma.
Claudine appeared and fetched the Greek to see some painting that she described as ‘monumentally moving.’ If I hadn’t known better, I would think it was a pitch for Dimitris to get her the item.
My jaws were shut tight; so tight that I was bordering on getting a headache when Jacques kept whispering into her ear, laughing as they sipped champagne.
I was going to f*uking kill someone if he caressed her back one more time! When the anger started to spread through me, I decided to leave the room and head towards the rest of the party in the lounge where alcohol flowed freely, needing something else to do other than think of the vicious jealousy that was contaminating all rational thought.
Ten minutes later, Dimitris was in my line of sight as he spoke to one of the gallery people before striding towards me and ordering a scotch.