St Just tried not to move.
The woman in his arms was soft, sweet-smelling and so warm, so inviting, he dared his body to stay still,
But every time he breathed in, it was the fragrance of her young, fresh body, the feel of her soft curves that tantalized him. Groaning inwardly, he held her , willing his c*ck not to take over his feelings. He was rock hard and trying not to roll her over and thrust into her in one go.
She slumbered, spooned into his body, feeling safe and snug, dreaming away.
*
Finally, unable to hold himself back again, Finn St Just rose, gentle and furtive, so as not to disturb the young woman sleeping in his arms. She made a small sound of dissent but when he kissed her temple tenderly, s he dimpled in her sleep and sighed.
The sight of her, her nightshirt having ridden up above her thighs, revealing the plump legs, in a pair of sheer lacy panties, made him groan. F*ck, but she was too much, too delectable and inviting.
Determined, he rose and stalked to the bathroom, palming his rod which was freely leaking precum now.
*
Miles away, Liam O’Grady was unable to concentrate on his work. He recalled the look of fury on St Just’s otherwise unflappable countenance as he took in the fact that poor Bianca had been beaten so viciously by O’Grady’s former girlfriend.
He scowled. Paige and later her father, had tried to call him repeatedly. He had finally blocked them on his phone, giving strict instructions to his men that she and her family were no longer welcome at any of his homes or business establishments. He did not give a care for the gifts he had got her; the little bi*ch was welcome to them, he thought indifferently. Hardy on his own was not a man who could harm O’Grady in any way; his contacts would have been useful in furthering the Mafia Boss’s career and growth.
But there would be other people too, other women, other connections. No way was he willing to throw himself at Paige’s mercy. She was neurotic.
*
But that still did not help him. His thoughts kept going to their Pet, Bianca of the soft brown eyes, the plump red lips and the pus*y that had been oh-so-tight, he had almost groaned as he thrust into her…and so wet, willing to take him, offering herself so shyly and yet, so seductively.
*
His assistant, Daisy Friar, a sexy woman in her thirties, looked at him in consternation when he asked her about the same accounts for the third time.
“Bos, I don’t know what’s up with you,” she sighed theatrically, waving her arm and clipboard finally, exasperation on her pretty Korean features. But you’ve been asking me the same thing, the same way, thrice!”
Liam O’Grady, who had f*cked her at least nine times early on at the start of their association, grinned his wolfish grin and stroked her small behind. Daisy rolled her eyes but she smiled, won over by the sexual magnetism the man exuded so easily.
“if you say so, Boss,” she purred before walking away, swinging her hips a little more than necessary.
*
He turned and slammed his fist against the wall, fruitlessly.
He had behaved like a cad, had treated Bianca so badly, he thought bitterly.
Because she had been at the receiving end of Paige and her insane jealousy.
And to placate Paige, he had allowed her to make love to him, hating himself all the while
The look on his brother’s face had only made him feel sick, disgusted with himself. He had simply left their Pet there, had not even had the decency to check if the girl was alright. It had been St Just who had taken Sarah, who had been Saint’s old lover, to look up Bianca.
Overcome by guilt, he stalked out of the nightclub which housed one of his most lucrative gambling centres and got into his car. The chauffeur looked unastonished as he barked,
“The House.”
*
Bianca
I sat up, feeling bereft and cold, wondering why the warmth, safe and secure, behind me, at my back, had vanished.
Struggling to sit up, I saw that I was alone on the large bed, St Just had disappeared. Strangely, I felt sad; he had not tried to force himself on me. On the other hand, he had held me, cupped to his big, tattooed chest, his large hand with the fingers of a pianist, long and sensitive, stroking me, my hair, my arm, tenderly as he growled,
” Babe, sleep, sweet ..”
Finally, after crying for a little bit, I had given in to his touch and fallen asleep, dimly aware that he was fighting a hard-on, but too weary to allow him to take me. Not that he made any demands. He just held me, spooned to his chest and I slept, feeling safe and looked after.*
Now he was not to be seen. I sat up, tugging the nightshirt he had helped me into.
Then I slowly swung my legs to the floor, wincing as various bruises on my body throbbed. The lights beneath the huge washroom were turned on and without knowing why, I padded across.
*
It was the sound, the desperate noises of a man grunting that stopped me at the door. Tentatively, I slipped in, my body growing heated as I recognized what he was doing.
St Just was in the shower, the water was running over his beautiful, sculpted body, his arms and torso with the stunning muscles, moving as he shafted himself. And all the while, he was groaning.
Groaning my name.
“Bianca, ahh…sweet pet…Bianca…”
*
I gasped and he turned around to face me. His eyes, those golden orbs, were narrowed and he was breathing harshly, his lips drawn back in a feral grimace. But I could see beyond the ferocious look he was spearing me with.
My body was responding to him in a way I had never done before and suddenly, I was stepping to him, winding my arms around his thick, muscled waist as I rose to my toes and drew my lips across his mouth. He groaned, at a struggle going on in his mind. Then he held my waist and said, in a voice thick with passion,
“Bianca… I …”
“Shhh… I whispered, don’t say anything, please…”
*
He grunted and hauled me to his body, his head coming down, kissing me, with passion, with a wildness that told me he was a man on the verge of coming undone. I gripped his strong shoulders, opening my mouth to his tongue, his hands gentle yet strong as he held me.
*
“Not…not here, sweet pet…,” he sighed into my mouth and before I knew what was happening, he had lifted me off my feet and was striding to the bedroom.
Gently, almost lovingly, he laid me on the bed and helped me to take off my wet nightshirt.
There was a moment when I looked up at him shyly, trying to hide my full breasts with the thick, peaked nipples.
He leaned forward, his large manhood erect and freely dripping onto my thighs as he whispered hoarsely,
‘Don’t, don’t hide your beautiful body from me, Pet.”
I surrendered to his words and sat back, leaning on my hands, my body on display, my ankles crossed demurely as he groaned again, like a man at the end of his patience, palming his thick member, his eyes devouring my body all the while.
*
Then he moved closer.
With a groan, he began to kiss me, starting from my toes, working up my ankles, my calves, and my thighs and I gasped as he tenderly parted my legs, bending down to lick at the seam between my legs.
I moaned, throwing my head back, and resting on my elbows as he grunted like an animal and began to lap up the juices that were steadily leaking from my womanhood.
I writhed as he held my thighs parted and then almost jumped in shock as he slapped the inside of my thighs. And followed that up with a stinging slap to my womanhood.
I looked up at him, trembling, wide-eyed as he raised a tortured face, handsome and so full of longing, to me and grunted,
“Obey your Master, Pet. Keep your legs parted.”
I nodded and watched as he went down on me, My hips began to buck and he held my thighs down as I screamed, feeling some kind of tension build up between my legs.
“Please, Master…” I began to beg and he raised his head once, his chin wet.
I blushed fiercely. Those were the juices I had squirted.
St Just smiled, a slow, lopsided smile and lowered his head. I fell back against the pillows, biting my lower lip, thrashing, and turning my head from side to side.
All of a sudden, I screamed as I felt his tongue snake to a particular spot within me. My orgasm burst out of my body and I moaned, clutching his head as he continued to lick and suck, nibbling on my sensitive nub as I came, erupting into a kaleidoscope of a million colors, my body humming with pleasure, tingling…
*
Suddenly, he stopped and crawled up, to kiss me hard.
I sank my hands into his hair, as I tasted myself on his slips, on his tongue.
“Now, I will take you, sweet Pet,” he said unsmilingly and I trembled at the need in his dark voice.
Gently, he took his large member in his hands and stopped as I sat up, kneeling before him, naked.
“Can I…taste…you?” I whispered and went on, in a rush, ” I have never…”
I blushed as he caught on. He grunted and rose to stand by the bed.
“Kneel, pet,” he commanded and I eagerly got down on my knees, trembling.
“This is not going to be easy, you need to remember to breathe, right?” he said in a voice that was thick with holding back and controlling his emotions.
Biting my lower lip, swollen from his kisses, I nodded. Then I reached my tongue out to lick the tip of his thick, heavily veined member tentatively.
*
He made a sound like a man being tortured and threw his head back.
Feeling emboldened, I reached out again and swept my tongue over his long, thick length, hard as wood. Gulping, I whipped my tongue across him, relishing the saltiness and then, slowly, took him in my mouth.
He was huge, and I raised my eyes to see St Just’s face, damp with sweat, but his eyes were keen and focused on me, breathing heavily.
“Go on, Pet,” he growled, holding my hair, forcing me to look up at him,”You’re doing just fine, baby.”
*
Again, I stopped, my eyes bulging as I realized JUST how thick and big he was.
But I forged ahead as he held my head and murmured, like a lover. Raising my eyes to his, I watched him, those beautiful tawny eyes narrowed to slits, his handsome face flushed as he breathed harshly. Then, he began to pump and I lost all coherent thought as I tried to breathe.
He grunted,
“Pet…I’m coming…shall I take it out.” I looked up at him, my face wet with tears from the effort as I made to say no. And then, he was coming, ropes of salty cum in my mouth as I swallowed, trying not to gag for he was almost in my throat. When he was done, still kneeling, I licked his limp manhood, sitting back on my heels, thinking,
“That was something!”
St Just sank onto the bed, and grinned, a smile that transformed his handsome face. Lifting me into his arms tenderly, he cradled me on his lap and kissed me deeply. I slid my arms around his neck and sighed deeply.
‘That was beautiful, baby, Pet…I…” he said.
A sound, like harsh breathing in, alerted us that we were not alone any more; both of us turned to the door.
Liam O’Grady stood there, his face dark and ominous as his narrowed blue gaze, more indigo than blue with repressed anger, slid over us.