Beautiful and wise. Wow! I exchanged a glance with Pazuzu. He was lucky to have been raised by this woman.
We dined, drank, laughed, and listened to Lamia’s favorite records. She had a passion for 70s music. Even Sariel relaxed in her presence. He attacked the roast duck in orange sauce with a vengeance, and declared he’d never eaten anything so delicious. Lamia laughed in delight and promised to pass on his compliments to her chef. Personally, I wondered how she’d known that was his favorite food. Francis caught my gaze, and I had my answer.
“Paz, why don’t you show Mila your room? I’m sure she’d love to see it.”
“What?” I looked around, panicked. GC furrowed his brows, displeased. Lamia hadn’t mentioned him, although she knew I was in a relationship with both of them. Sariel and Francis fell silent. “It’s fine, you don’t have to.”
Too late. Paz stood up and offered me his hand. “I’d love to. Co
me on.”
I bit the inside of my cheek, looked at GC for approval, and when he nodded, I took Paz’s hand and allowed him to pull me away from the party.
* * *
His lips on my neck, his warm tongue lapping at my skin, his hand under my uniform skirt… I moaned and clung to him like he was my life belt.
“Do you want it?”
“I do, but…”
“But what?”
“GC…”
He took my chin between his fingers and pulled me in for a long, desperate kiss. I bit at his tongue and giggled when he winced.
“You’ll just owe him a fuck,” he said mischievously.
“I’ll owe him?”
“Yeah.” He grabbed me by the back of my knees and lifted me up. He carried me to his bed but didn’t put me down yet. He liked holding me like that, and I thought it was because it made him feel strong. It made him feel like he had full control. “Your greedy little cunt wants a quick fuck, and she doesn’t care that he’s not here. So, you’ll take what you want from me, then owe him for it.”
“Your logic beats me. Are you sure you’re from around here? Because Hell loves logic, and it doesn’t seem like it’s your strong suit.”
“Shut up and kiss me.”
Well, I couldn’t argue with that. I pushed my tongue down his throat, trying to reclaim some of my power. He’d already removed my red tights, and as I wrapped my legs around him, his fingers moved dangerously close to my panties. He slipped his index underneath them and ran the tip between my folds. The position I was in spread me wide. I was so vulnerable and accessible, and it only made me hornier.
“I’ll ask again,” he breathed against my lips. “Do you want it?”
“Yeah. I want it. I’ll owe GC a fuck.”
He dropped me onto his bed and smiled down at me. Oh, how I fucking loved that wicked grin of his. A strand of raven black hair fell over his forehead as he started working on his belt. I removed my panties quickly and pulled my legs open. A single glance at my wet pussy, and his eyes turned red. I loved it when I had that effect on him.
“What are you guys doing here?”
The door slammed open, and GC burst in the room. He crossed his arms over his chest when he saw us.
“Really?! Behind my back again? You guys suck.”
Paz rolled his eyes. “You’re welcome to join us. I mean, you’re here now…”
“Hell yeah, I’m here!” He removed his shirt in a swift motion. “Jerk.” He jumped on the bed, and his hand went straight between my legs.
“Mmm…” I threw my head back and moaned. He pushed a finger inside me, and I bucked my hips, wanting more.
“I’ll let Paz get you nice and ready with his dick,” he whispered in my ear. “Then it’s my turn, goddess.”