Page 49 of The Broker
“Yes.”
He kneels between my legs. “Don’t move,” he orders with an evil smile. “If you move, I stop.” He pulls my panties aside, too impatient to pull them down my hips, and rubs the ice between my folds. The sharp cold shocks me, but then his mouth is on me, wet and warm, and I can’t stop the whimper that escapes from my lips.
On Saturday, it was just his tongue. Today, it’s his tongue and his fingers, and that’s even better. He tongues my clit until I’m almost about to come, then shoves two fingers inside me.
It’s the first time in ten years that someone has touched me so intimately. The first time in ten years that the object inside me isn’t a plastic dildo. I’ve forgotten what a difference a man’s touch makes. Dante twists his fingers around, stretching me, a pleasure so sharp it’s almost painful. The ice cube drips water, mingling with my juices, and Dante licks it all up.
My body spirals tight. I keep my hands on the window as ordered, but I can’t stop my hips from rocking. Dante’s not the only addict in the room—I need this,I need him. My muscles clench, and my clit aches, and before I know it, I’m coming with a shout, my pussy gripping his fingers, shuddering out my climax on his tongue.
“Now,” Dante says. “Now you can earn the whiskey with your mouth.” He grabs a pillow from the bed and tosses it on the floor. “On your knees, sparrow.”
Finally.
I get down on my knees. Dante frees his cock. It’s beautiful, thick, and long, with a drop of precum beading on the head. I lick my lips in anticipation, and he groans. “Valentina,” he growls. “If you keep doing that, I’m going to come the instant your pretty lips are wrapped around my cock.” He sounds ragged, his usual calm control nowhere to be seen. A hot thrill fills me. I made the Broker lose his composure.
I wrap my fingers around his erection and lick the length of him, lightly, delicately, as if he’s a feast to be savored, not rushed. He groans in pleasure. “Fuck, yes.”
His eyes turn smoky, and his fingers tangle in my hair. He’s not tugging me forward or making me gag on his cock, but he’s reminding me he could. Another shudder of arousal runs through me. I flick my tongue around his tip, then take him in my mouth, looking up at him through my lashes. He’s leaning back against the wall, looking at me on my knees, and his expression is hot, possessive, and male.
I slide my hands up his thighs, open my mouth wide, and take him deeper. He thrusts, and his cock hits the back of my throat, and I should be afraid, but I’m not. My heart races, and my pulse pounds, but this is desire, not fear. I hollow my cheeks to increase the suction and bob my head up and down his cock.
His breathing is shallow and uneven, his face etched with arousal. I’m so turned on that I snake my hand down my body to find my clit.
Dante notices. “No,” he says, his voice threaded with displeasure. “Tonight, it’s my fingers that make you come. My mouth, my cock. Do you understand, Valentina?”
I almost come right there. I redouble my efforts on his cock. His fingers clench in my hair, encouraging me to take him deeper. He’s thrusting forward now as if he can’t help himself, each stroke hitting the back of my throat and making me gag. My eyes leak tears, but my nipples harden into bullets, and my pussy demands more. He’s unraveling; I can feel it in the tension of his muscles and hear it in the unevenness of his breathing, and that just makes me hotter, makes me take him deeper until he’s in my throat, my nose buried against the base of his cock, and then he erupts in my mouth with a growl of hot satisfaction.
We make it to the bed. I don’t get there on my own, though; my legs seem to have lost the ability to walk. Dante sweeps me into his arms and deposits me on his bed before joining me there. His hand slides up my ankle, caressing my calf, stroking my knee. He glances at me. “More?”
“Don’t stop.” I haven’t had my fill, not even close. Sucking Dante’s cock has ratcheted up my arousal. I need his cock in me.Now.
He skims his fingers over my mound before dipping them into my aching, swollen heat. I gasp in response. “I can’t get enough of you,” he says, promising me all the pleasure I want. “I’ve waited so long for you, and here you are, a drug in my blood, a thirst that can’t be quenched.” He rolls a condom on and then notches his cock at my entrance. “Yes?”
I’m wound so tight that if he doesn’t fuck me now, I’m going to burst into tears. “Please,” I beg, though I don’t need to. This isn’t roleplay anymore. This is real. Shields down, walls shattered, just the raw aching connection that’s always existed between us. “Dante, please.”
He thrusts into me in one long stroke. I bite my hand to muffle my scream and lift my hips to meet him. It’s been so long since I had sex that it feels like the first time again, and this time, it’s with Dante. All my fears about intimacy, all the pain and the trauma that have kept me from seeking this for ten years, tear away as Dante pushes inside me, and I’m impaled on his hard length. “You’re going to scream my name over and over tonight,” he growls, squeezing my breasts and pinching my nipples. “I’m going to make this so good for you, Valentina.”
“It’s so good,” I sob. I’m unraveling. Hearing my name on his lips sends a surge of possessive pleasure through me.Mine.He holds me open and slams into me, deep and hard and perfect. The two tattooed sparrows collide, and my toes curl. Each thrust stretches me in a way that’s almost painful. This is better than any of my fantasies. His breathing is harsh, and his eyes are glazed with pleasure. His fingers find my clit, and he rubs that swollen button until I’m gasping, shuddering, dancing again at the edge of an orgasm.
“Come with me,” he rasps. “I want to feel you come all over my cock.”
Yes, yes, yes, oh god, yes.I wrap my legs around his hips, urging him deeper into me. He groans out loud. Each thrust claims me. Marks me as his. He’s close; his muscles are taut with the strain of holding back. My body shudders uncontrollably underneath his as he coaxes another orgasm from my clit. Then, as my muscles clamp around his cock, his control shatters, and he explodes inside me with a hoarse groan.
“Fuck, Valentina,” he breathes, slumping next to me. I don’t even have a moment to feel awkward before he pulls me into his arms and kisses the crook of my neck. “That was—” He shakes his head. “I don’t have words.” The hunger in his eyes is satiated for the moment, and what’s left is a tenderness that makes my heart turn over. His fingers stroke me gently. “Are you okay?”
“Better than okay.” I push his hand firmly away from my pussy and sit up. “I should probably go. I don’t want Angelica to wander into my bedroom and find I’m not there.”
He kisses me again. “Stay a little,” he murmurs into my mouth. “Just for a little while.”
The bed’s soft and warm, and the room is cold, and if I stay here, I can snuggle against Dante’s warm body and cuddle. “Okay,” I agree. “Just until I recover. You wore me out.”
“Did I?” He sounds smugly satisfied. “Then you should rest and recover. Because I haven’t had my fill of you, sparrow. Not at all.”
23
DANTE
It’s a clear, moonlit night when I pull up at the farmhouse and turn off my engine. It’s quiet—almost eerily so. The building appears deserted. No cars parked in the driveway, no sign of the caretaker who lives here.