Chapter 4 - Suck me off

[Zevyn]

A damn bold one. Captivating green eyes.

That was the first thought that cut through me the moment she grabbed my shirt and crashed her lips onto mine.

And then those curves—locked into a red dress that shouldn’t have looked that dangerous on her.

I am a man people learned not to breathe too loudly around.

A man who didn’t tolerate disrespect.

I despised women who threw themselves at men with cheap excuses. It always disgusted me.

But not tonight.

Because the moment her mouth met mine, every discipline I had held onto snapped clean out of place.

And I knew then—I wanted her.

Wanted to see what was underneath that red dress.

And I wasn’t backing down.

I don’t go back on my words.

Not once.

Not ever.

Because right now the green eyes in my hotel room, on my bed, were staring up at me like she already realized she’d made a mistake.

Too late.

"Strip."

The word left my lips and her eyes widened.

I watched her swallow, her thighs pressing together as she knelt there, caught between hesitation and something I couldn't name yet.

Her gaze stayed on mine as her fingers moved behind her dress.

I didn’t move.

Didn’t rush.

Just watched.

My hand stayed in my pocket as my eyes traced her slowly, and the moment the red fabric slid off her shoulder, something in my control snapped loose.

Fuck!

I expected more layers. But my eyes met a pair of round firm boobs, staring back at me.

She bit down on her lips, her eyes tracing every part of my body as she peeled the red dress off, tossing it to the bed.

My eyes trailed lower, to the red panties that barely covered her, showing more than they hid.

"Stand." My voice was firm.

She didn’t hesitate.

She moved too fast.

Her chest rising fast, eyes locked on mine like she was weighing escape against staying.

My lips barely tilted as I stepped closer, stopping right in front of her.

"That dress was really hiding too much." My fingers lifted, catching her chin—forcing her attention where I wanted it.

A broken sound slipped from her throat at the contact.

My lips curled slightly, my fingers moving down and just when I got where I wanted, I twisted. Hard.

"Oh God..." The green-eyed yelped, pressing her thighs together.

"Eyes on me," I commanded and her eyes locked back on me.

"Do you go around kissing men with such excuses?" I asked, dragging her nipple hard enough to pull a broken sound from her throat.

She shook her head, lust already clouding her eyes.

"Tell me!"

"I don't." She whimpered and my cock jerked underneath my pants. "I told you...it...it was a dare." Her voice came out broken and I closed in on her immediately

"And you expect me to believe that?" I said, my mouth brushing her collarbone. She moaned, fingers tightening on my shirt.

She smelled like vanilla and raspberry.

My tongue flicked out as I licked the outline of her lips, to her neck, her collarbone, going lower and when I got to those firm boobs, I closed my mouth over one nipple.

"Goodness...fuck...yes... please... fuck!" Her moans were music to my ears as I sucked hard, biting, dragging, and making her feel every bit of it.

Her moan filled the room, her hand wrapping around my neck as she pushed her boobs deeper into my mouth.

"More..." She whimpered, her voice breaking. "More... please..."

I pulled back and a gasp tore from her throat.

Her chest was heaving as she shook her head, closing the gap between us again.

My lips curved into a slow, dangerous smile as I stared down at her. "You look like you want to be here… and at the same time like you want to run," I murmured, locking eyes with hers. "You have a choice."

"Stay and I won't go easy on this body… or leave." My voice came sharper than intended.

She shook her head, closing in on me as she pressed her thighs together. "It's aching…" she whispered, almost frustrated with herself now. "Touch... touch me please."

"I'll take that as a yes." My hand moved to my shirt as I peeled the buttons open, my eyes locked on her and the moment I tossed the shirt off me, a moan slipped off her lips

She swallowed, her tongue gliding over her lips, and fuck…

"On your knees," I grunted.

She dropped instantly, knees hitting the floor, thighs squeezing together as she looked up at me with those wide, desperate eyes.

I yanked down my zipper, but something caught my attention, and my hand froze mid-motion.

My brow creased, my eyes locking on her trembling hands—the left one precisely.

A Wedding ring.

Married

I let loose of my pants, standing in just my briefs, staring down at the panting green eyes before me.

I closed the gap, hand sliding into her hair, fisting it, tilting her head back. She met my gaze, her eyes wide.

"Is that what it looks like?" I asked. Her eyes flicked from my face to the hardness pressing against my briefs, oblivious to my words.

"When I speak, you look at me," I commanded.

She moaned, her eyes locking back at me.

"What....I?" Her voice broke and I lowered my gaze back to her finger.

"Married?"

It wasn't a question but her body jerked immediately, her eyes widening as she stared up at me.

"Is that so?" My grip tightened in her hair as I pushed my briefs down and the instant I did, a loud shameless moan tore from her throat.

Her throat worked, her thighs pressing together as her gaze dropped—then locked right back on my cock like she couldn’t help it.

"Tell me," I said, my voice low, controlled. "Does your husband know where you are right now?"

Her breath hitched.

I tilted my head slightly, watching every flicker of guilt, every trace of heat on her face.

"That you're on your knees…" I continued, quieter now, sharper. "Ready to take another man’s cock?"

A broken sound slipped from her throat.

My lips curved.

There it is.

"Go on," I said, something dark stirring deep inside me. "Show me what that mouth of yours can do. Suck me off."