Hell (9 page)

Slamming the door closed before I pulled her out of the car and slammed her down on my cock, I walked away. Her laughter could be heard, and it made me smile.

She might be a crazy bitch, but she was mine.

Cracking my neck, I enjoyed the quick stretch for a second before turning the truck on and pulling out of the lot. My eyes straying toward the rearview mirror every few seconds, making sure she was still behind me.

I felt like a pussy the entire way home. Waiting on her. Always her.

Twenty of the tensest minutes of my life.

“I’m going to take a quick shower,” I said while pointing toward my bedroom down the hall. “Enjoy the wine, sweetheart, and don’t you dare try to cook.”

We’d already had this argument the moment we walked through the door of my home. Her excuse? I was tired. Had a long day.

Bull and shit.

My reply? I told her to sit her little ass down before I spanked it. She giggled while sticking that sweet butt of hers out. And I, I enjoyed the sound of my hand connecting with her juicy globe reverberating throughout the room.

An ass I wanted to fuck, and soon.

“If you weren’t so stubborn,” she argued again, “I could at the very least make the salad. Prep for the meal.”

“No.” Another harsh swat to her tempting rear had her breath hitching and my palm tingling. “Sit, drink…relax. Get naked, please, but no work.”

“Fine.” Janelle pouted. “But hurry up, dammit.”

Kissing her pursed lips, I nibbled on the bottom one before pulling it into my mouth. Sucking the swollen flesh and tugging it back between with my teeth.

“Be back in a minute.”

With that I turned around, only to stop. Three steps—that’s all she allowed me before her tiny hand met my ass. The sting made me smile. She had spanked me.

It was cute; the sound of her giggle made me want to turn around and do very naughty things to her.

“Am I playing with fire again?” Sweet merciful heaven, again, that breathy tone met my ears and I had to clench my fist tight. Breathe through the pure, raw need to turn around and… “No answer?”

Swollen, my dick pulsed against the rough material of my jeans. Hurt. Leaked. And I had no time to rub one out, something I think she knew.

“Behave.” This had come out as a warning growl. A beast signaling his intent to hunt, satiate his hunger.

“But what would be the fun in that?” Another swat, this time on the other cheek.
Mother of fuck.

“Go to my room and grab something comfortable to wear, then sit the fuck down and finish that goddamned bottle of wine.” I ran a hand down my face, trying to calm down enough to make it inside my room. “Quit pushing.”

Without waiting for a reply, I stalked forward, entering my bedroom and then straight into the en suite bath. Unceremoniously, my clothing hit the floor. I didn’t give a shit about the mess I made.

Not one fuck given when my girl was just outside these four walls.

Waiting for me.

Ten minutes.

That’s how long my shower lasted. Not a minute more. How could it when Janelle had come inside my bathroom and demanded that I hurry?

She waited. Talked. Moaned while watching my shadow through the thin shower curtain, encouraged me when I touched my cock. Pumped myself to an almost release while she groaned her approval.

And then the noises stopped altogether. In all my naked glory, I’d walked out and ripped the towel from her hand. Those eyes that burned me watching, admiring my body and all my different tatts. Especially the ink on my chest.

Followed each curve of the intricate design—the Dia de Los Muertos skulls and flower tattoo that took up my upper right shoulder and some of my chest. It was bold. All black and white, but the subtle grays in the shadowing made it pop out.

Those thick thighs of hers, I watched them as she squeezed them together. Subtle, in the way her hips shifted with each new piece of the tatt she discovered.

Then lower to my arms, to the small cursive names and the set of dates down my forearms. Two losses. Both the dates and exact hours I lost my parents.

“They are beautiful,” she whispered low. Almost reverently while clenching her own fists.

“Thank you,” I answered bashfully. Under her scrutiny it felt intimate and yet, she’d maintained her composure enough to not run her finger down my chest. Something I was grateful for. “We should head outside.”

“We should,” Janelle mused, yet she made no move to leave.

“Out.”

“But.”

“Woman, I swear to God…”

“Fine,” she grumbled, but not before running a finger down my mother’s dates. “I’ll be outside when you are ready.” It was almost as if she knew that this would be an uneasy subject for me. That loss was something I’d dealt with enough in my life. “Come find me when you are ready.”

Within a few minutes I was following after her, dressed in nothing but a pair of lounge pants and my smile. I liked her eyes on me. Bare chest, tattoos on display, I walked over to where she stood in front of the counter and pulled the knife out of her hands and dropped it.

“What the fuck!” Janelle squealed, as the knife fell onto the countertop with a loud clang.

“Sit down,” I ordered and for the first time, like a good girl, she complied. Not a word. No arguing—no fighting with me on her behalf until I relented and let her help with dinner.

No matter how barbaric she thought it was.

And the glare she’d sent me earlier let me know how she felt about this, but I wanted to take care of her. Pamper her.

Her eyes, though, those spoke volumes:

Desire.

Hunger.

Lust.

They were all reflected back at me. My own emotions choking me.

Ms. Walker wanted me, and I was more than willing to give in, but only when and if she begged. Crazed, to the point where she didn’t give a flying fuck about the world around her when it came to us. This time, it would be all on her. First move. Second touch. I’d fuck her then and only then.

With a slight petulant expression on her face, my girl sat down as she was told. Perched on the bar stool closest to the area by the counter where I stood and worked. Silent as I moved around her and began to cook.

“Sorry about the change of plans,” I began while pulling two thawed chicken breasts I’d taken out early this morning. They would’ve been for my lunch tomorrow, but tonight they’d work perfectly for what I had in mind. “Promise to make it up to you with dessert.”

“What’s for dessert?” Her lips puckered around the rim of her glass. “I do have a sweet tooth.” A small sip, and then a groan of approval. She savored its crisp taste on her tongue.

Fuck me.
Cock straining, I reached down and adjusted myself. Pushing against the thin material to alleviate some of the instant pleasurable pain her mere presence put me in.

“It’s…” I rasped and then cleared my throat. “It’s a surprise…something I discovered a few short days after arriving.”

“Intriguing.” Slowly, she slid down from her seat and sauntered toward me. The determined look in her eyes sent shivers down my spine. Hips swaying, a mischievous smile on her face, Janelle stopped in front of me and reached out, placing her now empty wine glass on the counter. “Wonder if it tastes sweeter than you did on my tongue,” she breathed out, her body warming me. “Can I have a tiny taste of both to compare? Choose which I’d prefer after dinner.”

Enough.

Reaching out, I grabbed her around the waist and pulled her in—devoured those sweet, wine-tasting lips that spoke of such cruelty. Tongues tangling, teeth clashing, we fought for dominance over the other.

Hands wandered and explored, my own reaching down and roughly kneading her tight ass—manipulated her firm flesh as I rubbed my swollen dick against her hip, warning her with each grunt of pleasure that left me. I was barely hanging on. To reality. My dignity.

“Please, Janelle. Just sit the fuck down and let me cook for you.” My gruff response against her swollen lips caused her to let out a cute giggle. Shoulders shaking with mirth, she released the hold she had on my hair and placed her hands on my neck. Standing up on the tips of her toes once more, she chastely brushed her lips against my own.

This kiss was soft, gentle, but full of promises. A guarantee of how explosive we’d be together no matter what mental state we’d find ourselves in. Hard fuck or slow lovemaking, we were the perfect fit.

“I owed you that small kiss from a few days back.” The audacity of this chick astounded me, and I laughed. Hard. It bubbled out of me before I could stop it. She’d hit me with the same words I’d given her in my lust-induced fog. Same morning she swiped her slim finger over the slit of my leaking cock before licking the glistening digit.

Relished the flavor of the pearl-like liquid as if it were the deadliest of aphrodisiacs.

“Fuck,” she hissed from between clenched teeth. Grasping her ass firmly in my hands, I worked her along my hardened cock. Eyes rolling back, she arched against my hold, giving me better access to her neck. “You don’t play fair.”

“Never claimed I did.” Hands still occupied by her plump flesh, I lifted and carried her back over to her seat, then deposited her there with a warning glare. “Now stay.”

HELL

“Fuck, I’m full,” Janelle groaned after taking a last bite of her chicken. I’d made a simple stir-fry for the two of us, and my girl seemed to love it, more than once saying a man that could cook was sexy. “If I had known you could get down in the kitchen like that, I would’ve graced you with my presence sooner.”

Finishing off my beer, I placed the bottle on the table before turning to her. “You are more than welcome in my home, Janelle. Anytime.”

“Is that so?”

“Yes.” Opening my arms, I beckoned her over—she came without an ounce of hesitation.

Warmth.

She was everything: Ardor. Temptation. Desire.

To be surrounded by her felt right.

Gripping her hair tightly in my hand, I tipped her face up to meet mine and took possession of her lips. Once again she rendered me fucking useless.

This, between us, was going to be about so much more than a quick fuck. And if the look in her hooded eyes was anything to go by, Janelle knew. Admitted defeat and waved that goddamned flag around that signaled the end of this fight.

At the very least, I hoped.

But not yet. Fuck my conscience for making me wait for the words to leave her lips. I refused to be burned again.

“Can I—”

“Can you—”

We both spoke at the same time.

Rubbing my nose against hers, I pecked her lips and placed a single finger over the bruised flesh to keep her quiet. Just for a second.

“Stay the night,” I grunted as she squirmed in my lap. “Just stay, promise to behave.”

She nipped my finger before addressing me. “What if I don’t want you to be good?”

“I know you don’t.” My mock glare only served to make her swivel her plump rear over my thighs. “But I will. You aren’t ready for me or my cock.”

“Thank you.” Unshed tears glistened in her eyes, and I didn’t understand. Just a minute ago she was tempting me with her body, and now she’d become emotional. What the fuck?

“For what?”

“For wanting me even if I act like an ass sometimes.”

Sighing, I turned her in my lap to straddle me. “To be honest, sweetheart…I never had a choice. You never gave me the opportunity to dick you around.”

And it was the truth.

“Well, then, let’s celebrate the non-dicking.” With the hand not toying with the ends of her soft hair, I pushed her hips forward. Against my hardness. Let her feel me.

“There will definitely be some dicking in the future.”

“But not tonight?”

“No. Not tonight.”

An evil smirk appeared on her lips right before she shifted her hips down, dragging her cloth-covered pussy against my hardness. “One day I’ll taste you again.”

“Of that there was never a doubt.”

Eight months later…

Monday 8:45 a.m.

In she walked, wearing an outfit that should be labeled offensive—illegal in all fifty of our glorious states. Tight, curve-hugging…painted on. Not much of her sun-kissed skin on display, but it was the accentuated hour-glass figure beneath the clothing that made me groan.

Every motherfucker’s eyes turned, necks snapped in her direction the moment one of her long, toned legs appeared followed by the other. High-heeled, peep-toed shoes in black made my skin feel flushed.

My girl was beautiful. Mine.

Yet, the part of her that drove me past insanity would always be the angelic face she’d been blessed with. With her big, round, and expressive hazel eyes that entranced me from across any room. Then there was her rather cute button nose, small and slightly upturned at the end that I found adorable. Sinful set of lips made just for my cock, perfectly plump and pink.

There was no other purpose for the perfection they were, their fulfillment in life was to surround my girth. To be pleasured by her felt like heaven.

Her exit felt like our favorite kind of foreplay.

Janelle ignored me, focusing her attention on her phone as she passed me, heading toward her office. I stayed in the exact same spot watching, following the way her skirt fell just below her knees. Nothing immodest about her chosen clothing, yet I was so sexually frustrated.

And then my eyes fell on the deep red silk top she wore with a few buttons left undone. Caressing, the fabric brushed against her perky, lace-covered breasts in a way that made my mouth water.

Salivated.

Ms. Walker was torturing me and was well aware of this. She was wearing the outfit I’d bought her a month into our torrid relationship. We fought. Fucked. Made up. It was us, but today something felt different.

I didn’t like the seriousness; the way her eyes were hard and her posture stiff.

More than once I’ve been accosted, flirted with before her, yet she wouldn’t budge on making our relationship public. Signing my checks had been her shield, and I was goddamned tired of the excuse. During the hours at work, I missed the warmth of my woman underneath me.

A mere look from her never failed to make me hard, and seeing her now, I needed the release. To let go, and enjoy the squeeze of her pulsating walls squeezing me while I brought her to the edge and over.

Yet, she denied me.

Trying to forget her had once cost me her presence, her smiles. Our first fight nearly broke her trust in us. Janelle didn’t understand my need to make us public, and I had treated her cruelly. Walked away from her and hit the first club that night.

“Are you ever going to tell everyone about us? Stop pretending that I am nothing more than your employee,” I spat the moment she came through the doors hours after leaving work. Another business dinner. Another chance for that fuckface Glen to get close to her.

“Funny…you have jokes tonight!” Janelle fumed, tossing her key onto the entrance table. “You sure as hell made an ass out of me when you spanked me in front of Mr. Thurston and his associates. How fucking dare you?”

“Wouldn’t come to that if you’d just admit we’re together to that asshole.” My tone was loud and full of bitterness. Here I was trying for her, but I got nothing in return.

“Oh, I’ll tell them the moment you start acting like my boyfriend and less like my child.” Her eyes became wide; she slapped a hand over her mouth and shook her head. “Sorry, that came out wrong.”

I’d had enough, fuck this. Always the same shit. Every fucking day with her.

If the house wasn’t in perfect condition…if there was a small smudge of dirt or, Lord help me, I forgot to leave my boots by the door, the night would turn to hell.

Grabbing my keys, I stalked past her and pulled open the door. “Enjoy your night.”

Janelle grabbed my arm and pulled me back. “Just like that…you’re leaving? Grow the fuck up, Joshua. All I want is to not feel like your mother picking up after you.”

Shrugging her off, I walked out, but stopped just outside the door. “Thank God you’ll never have to worry about my shit again.”

But what the fuck did she expect from me?

To continue and let dumb motherfuckers like Glen hit on her and smile? She was more than lucky that no matter the place or the body pressed against me that night, the offers to help me relax, my dick refused to stand for another.

Women were drawn to me and the added benefits the many job sites had gifted my physique over the years. The physical exertion of a hard day’s work did marvelous thing to the body, made it hard and strong. They saw me as handsome yet approachable, pulled in by my light brown hair and green eyes.

Yet I saw no one, no one but her, Janelle Walker. My
fucking
hell.

Standing a few feet away from her glorious body, I could clearly see the outline of her black lace bra. One day…one day I’d rip that motherfucker off in front of every asshole here and stake my claim. Taste her while they watched me regress into the almost Neanderthal I’d become because of her.

Hair up in serious bun and glasses sitting atop her delicate nose, Janelle was my dirty librarian fantasy come to life. There was something to be said about a woman who held power, who dressed to accentuate and not flaunt. Did she know she was beautiful? Abso-fucking-lutely, but here, at work, it was all about business.

Ruby red lipstick polished off her look, the color making her already sexy lips poutier. Bee-stung nirvana.

She was a cruel one. Knew this.

Her peep-toed-clad feet walked right past me, taking my breath away, all the while ignoring me. Yet, the smirk on her cherry lips told me how aware of my presence she was. How aware of her effect on me she was.

Demon fucking woman
.

I knew there was an important meeting this morning, one she had been nervous about due our impending deadline. Still, that didn’t excuse her distracting attire nor the extra sway to her hips while she walked away from me.

“Jesus,” I whispered, glued to my spot. Transfixed, I couldn’t have moved even if I wanted to.

My cock was hard, but that was nothing new around her. Leaking and bruised, swollen as it rubbed against the rough denim of my concrete-covered jeans. My greatest desire was to bend her over that desk she kept cluttered with blueprints in her office and fuck the ever-loving shit out of her.

That was one fantasy I had yet to fulfil with her. No more waiting.

You want to play, then let’s play, sweetheart. But only my rules apply.

All day I’d tried to get close, but she evaded me at every turn. Always busy. Late to something. Needed elsewhere.

I’d had enough by late afternoon and cornered her. Attacked her in the very same spot we met almost a year ago. Where she’d pushed and taunted me. Swiped her delicate finger over the head of my cock and tasted me.

Like a crazed and hungry beast, I pounced.

Her back was facing the door, bent over just a bit as she read over some papers on her desk. That goddamned desk that drove me past sanity. Thank God the office had been deserted, not that I would’ve had a fuck to give at this point. Lost, I was blind to anything but her: her taste and smell.

There she stood, shoes off and rubbing one foot against the back of her calf. Enraptured by whatever folder she was reading. Never had a chance to evade me.

Quietly, I closed and locked the door. With measured, slow movements, I was trying hard not to alert her to my presence within these plain walls.

Once within my reach, I took ahold of her, arms encircling her waist and pulling her roughly into my chest. She tensed in my arms, her mouth opened, and I bit into her neck.

“Shit, Yoshi!”

“Fuck, you look good enough to eat,” I rasped against the mark I’d just made—tiny imprints of my teeth, the color a little red, “sweetheart.” Her backside arched and her lips let out a soft mewl of pleasure. “You look beautiful today, Ms. Walker. Did you wear this for me?”

The tiny fingers of her right hand embedded themselves into my hair. “Maybe.”

“Is my girl ready for my cock?” A lick across the sensitive area right below her ear. She nodded, giving me all the incentive needed to return the favor. To make her crazed for me and once she begged, I’d fuck that pretty little mouth of hers to start.

“What do you think you’re doing…oh fuck!” Her body collapsed against mine as my hands shimmied down the front of her blouse and took a hold of her perky breasts. Thumbs gently passed over the protruding tips, causing her to moan out a small,
“yes”
every time they came in contact.

“What was that, baby? You want more?” Another moan was released, but it was quickly followed by one of my own. That fucking ass of hers rubbed against my cock, pressing and gyrating in time with each pass of my fingers over her tits. “Tell me what you want, Janelle. Fuck, baby…I’ll make you come so good. Just say the words.”

“Who says you’re getting more than this?”

Saucy little bitch thought she was cute.

“I say.”

She tried hard to escape my ironclad hold, but I wasn’t going to relent. My fingers plucked—pulled on her sensitive nipples. Harder this time, I wanted her to fucking cry out for me in submission. To give in to what we both wanted.

My mouth latched onto her neck with a force so strong that we both stumbled.

“Oh God,” she yelped and latched onto my hair with both hands now, trying to anchor herself. Her ass began to rub and gyrate against me with a new, and very much appreciated, vigor. Balls heavy, they tightened to almost the point of pain. If I was coming, it would be inside her. Or on her, I wasn’t picky.

My senses had been completely overtaken by her new aggressiveness and the feel of her delicate body against my own. Her actions were making me weak in the knees and quite frankly making me lose the little sanity I still possessed.

Mistake number one on my behalf.

Janelle knew the effect she had on me ever since our first encounter and turned the tables on me before I could blink. One second there she was, letting me have my way with her, and the next, she was across the room.

“What the fuck?” I hissed out from between clenched teeth at the little demon spawn. She backed away at the crazed tone, but it was her fault. She’d made me this way.

Holding up her tiny hands, she tried to stop me as I stalked closer. As if to keep me at bay, but it was a piss-poor attempt, and she knew it. Would never be enough.

At this rate, nothing but God himself could stop me from taking her over her desk. Then on mine.

“Come here,” I growled out before taking the few steps forward that separated us. My arms reached out, feeling the heat coming off her skin on my fingertips. Right fucking there, and then there were voices right outside the door.

I was so close—so fucking close.

The keys jingled as Kevin unlocked the door and pulled it open wide. We froze.

Mr. Thurston and his ever-helpful nephew Glen eyes were huge as they took in our harsh breathing and disheveled forms. One smiled at us, while the other glowered.

Her asshole of a brother was trying hard not to laugh, but failing miserably. A huff of annoyance was released beside me, and I turned my head to look at Janelle. Pissed would be putting mildly by the way her eyes spat venom at both her brother and me.

Guess I could chalk this one up to revenge in a way. If she wasn’t willing to help take care of the problem her beauty created, then the least I could do was return the favor. Leave her as sexually frustrated, if not more, than I was.

“Well, my work for the day is finalized; see you tomorrow, Ms. Walker.” She let out a low grunt at my indifferent attitude. In my eyes, she brought all this shit upon herself.

While most single men my age would be happy to go out on any given night and hook up with the first set of legs that shimmied their way, I wasn’t interested. I couldn’t, not when my cock wept for her pussy. When I solely hardened at the sight of her smile or when her sinful smell caressed my senses.

“Joshua, we need to—”

“Work hours are over, Ms. Walker. It’ll have to wait.” My answer saddened her; I saw it in the way her eyes lost their light. In the way her lips pursed and her body sagged.

She’d invaded my every pore and refused to leave. Imbedded herself into my heart as a thorn would a finger, yet no matter how hard I tried to pry her off, I failed. Something had to give.