JOINED (The Joined Series) (12 page)

“No. I felt some pain, it felt more good than bad, though.” I clamped my eyes shut as his erection prodded against my thigh.

Refusing to acknowledge his rigid penis
,
he smiled at me.
“Good. I need your honesty
.
”

“But-“

His grip on my hands tightened. “But what?”

“What I mean is, wh
ere is this headed
?”

“
We’ll schedule a date
where
we
can become
acquainted with each other.”

I told him that I agreed and
at some point I began to gyrate. A murmur escaped my lips and I was soaking wet. Any other time, I would’ve been mortified and ashamed of myself,
would have brought my
lust to a close. I couldn’t let the sensations that developed through my body
to end
or the comfort I found in our contact.

As he brought his head to the crook of my neck,
he
damp
ened my neck from his panting. W
ith the palm of hand, he
feathered
his fingers
on
the lips of my sex
. The air in the room felt denser, like we were in a room without any circulation, without the window cracked open. He pinched my nub to the point that I wailed, not recognizing the sound of my voice.
He delved inside me.

“There you go, Rebecca,” he encouraged. “You should always where a skirt…” he panted harshly and licked
a
side of
my
neck. His warm breath tickled my
shoulder. He sucked in a breath,
“
give me
access to you; your pussy is screaming for
my hand
.”

As I
rubbed
against his hard cock,
I came. H
e lubricated
my cleft with
one strong brush of his fingers.
I
eyed
him. His piercing stare was
another trigger to put me over the edge.

“Damn,” I moaned. “Your pants all are wet and you haven’t gotten off!” I said petulantly, causing him to laugh quie
tly. I parted my lips to breath
but his warm mouth cut me off, invading me with his memorable tongue. Retreating from me, he
brushed
my lips with his. Lightly kissing the side of my face, he nibbled on my ear and my nipples
strained through
through my blouse. I increased my grinding.

Stilling my hips, he ruggedly ordered me to stop. The tips of his fingers cut into my sides.

“I will fuck you ‘till the lobby quiets. I am just holding you over. This room isn’t sound proof.” I pouted at his words, at the grave expression on his delectable face, at his
manhood
pressing
forwa
rd against his pants even more
. Obviously, not every part of him was in agreement.

Matej
a pulled my head onto his chest and
carr
ied both of my legs in his arms. With his hands, he reached
between my thighs, pulled down my wet panty and placed
it
inside
the
pocket of his blazer.

Quirking my eyebrow at Mateja, I knelt down before his reflexes enabled him to control me and I opened his legs wider, letting his body communicate for him. At his hesitance, I grounded my hands on his rigid thighs. I knew that he could easily over power me. Searching my face for a millisecond, he saw that I wasn’t going to change my mind. Dragging me out of the room or pulling me out, I wanted
to feed him in my mouth again.

“You have no idea how much I want you to suck me off.” Mateja’s lips tightened and he closed his eyes. He opened
them,
examining
me with ease. “And now you will.” The look of triumph on his face made me feel victorious, better than the image of euphoria
my roommate
achieved from her most potent
carnal
highs.

I opened his zipper. Mateja moved forward into the seat, granting me easier access to him. The vibe between us was more
intense
and his
beautiful
cock
sprang
straight
out.
He
probably
thought about me blowing him the minute we got into the sitting room, maybe even before then. He pushed his pants down to his ankles in lightning speed.

With his chin firmed, he tugged at my nape. Pushing my tongue at the roof of my mouth, I encircled the base and his grip became more demanding. Slowly licking the thick veins and suctioning his head, he soughed and patted the top of my head.

“Keep your eyes on me and don’t stop blowing me.” The order came out harsh while the small smile that graced his face
revealed
his warmth.

Nodding at him, I
drew him in
farther
, and I swirled my tongue along the top of his
groin
, realizing
that
he was
thicker and longer than earlier today. I pressed my nails into his thigh and he pinched the back of my neck.

Satisfied that he completely let go by the impatient look on his face, I readied myself. Mateja started to thrust inside my mouth.
Just as I was bobbing my head faster and he pushed my head to take him in to the root, I touched his sack. Grabbing my hand away, he brought it back to his upper thigh. It didn’t interfere with my
ministrations
.
I mewled at
him twitching
at the
opening of my throat.

Between rubbing and scratching his thighs during my tongue fest, I felt a thin sheet of sweat on my face and neck. He lifted my hair, holding it at the base of my head. As if I was giving him a reprieve, I licked the tip of his penis, trailing underneath him to his perineum.
At the same time,
I lightly touched his shaft.

Mateja’s eyes widened in shock. “Urrrghhh …feels so fucking
perfect
.” He slapped my hands.
And I returned to lubricating him with my mouth. He cried above me and no longer ha
d
eye contact with me
.
Unable to look at him anymore
either
, I devoured him. After giving his testicles some swift suckling, I sealed his rim with the pucker of my mouth.

“My unsuspecting temptress,” he said in an undertone and he
wiped
the moisture from my forehead and some semen came out. Pumping him, shivers of pleasure rippled through my body. Almost banging his head against his seat, he bit on his lower
lip;
the feral expression and vibra
tions coming from his throat were
intoxicating. For a moment, I wanted to never see him calm, cool, or collected again. The friction of him flexing his hips as he pushed in and out of my hand
,
ejaculating rapidly was heady. Mateja was a passionately virile man and I got the best rush from it.

Taking handkerchiefs from the inside pocket of his blazer, his gaze returned to me. I slumped myself, feeling like I ran a marathon. I kissed his inner thighs and caressed his
semi-erect cock
. I enjoyed the feeling of his courser hair brushing my chin. I imagined his facial stubble would feel the same way.

“Do you feel good?”

Grinning at me, temporary laugh lines fanned out on the edges of his lips. He slapped his thighs, still trying to control his breathing. “I feel more than good, Rebecca.” He ran his fingers on the side of my face. I couldn’t help but shyly smirk at him. Me? A temptress.
It was like I never had sex in my life and didn’t know how to act when I finally had sex.

Ignoring my
aching
vagina, I admitted, “I can’t get enough of you.” I cringed at the vulnerability of my own words. Mateja’s manner didn’t change, but I knew that he had many thoughts. I wondered if they were more positive than negative, and
if
his supposed willingness to meet my needs whenever I wanted was no longer on the table.

“Rebecca,” he said in a staccato and trailed back to my hands slowly. “You can be so sweet. You really cared about getting me off, didn’t you?”

“Of course I did Mateja.” I placed my hand on my hips, even though I should’ve kept my hands on the floor to steady myself.

A stretch of silence fell into the room. The flickering light seemed to bring a perplexed expression on his face
. H
e put his boxers and slacks back on. I was surprised none of his semen stained them.
And then
I remembered that he was louder than me, much louder
than he probably would have liked
.

M
y skirt wasn’t wrinkled. A few buttons on my blouse were loose and I had to push my breast back into my bra.
Other than that, I looked almost the same way I did when I came into the sitting room.
Mateja went to the window a
nd opened it
wider, a shoosh of air came in, chilling my skin. I felt melancholy. My pleasure and satisfaction began to subside. Now Mateja was the one leaning his back against a wall, appearing to be cornered.

“Not every
sexual
participant truly cares about making the other person experience ecstasy.” He shook his head. “You don’t just give
great
sex, Rebecca.” He ran his hand over his forehead and he looked at his almost flawless marble floor, the only thing that stood out in the modest room. Fear skittered up my spine
.
M
y arousal was gone. “You’ll be a wonderful lover. You better make sure the guy deserves you.” He shot me a cursory glare. When he was in front of me again, he dampened one of his handkerchiefs with his water bottle, cleaned my face, my neck, and between my legs gently with his deft hands.
He didn’t rush.
It was sweet and I hated that I felt emotional about it. There was nothing sweet about the expression on his face, the absence of familiarity between us
, this moment
.

After a careful knock on the door, one of the guards popped his head in. If he was aware that anything physically intimate transpired, he showed no indication of it. However, I knew that
he
wasn’t a dummy.

“The lady’s brother demands to see her now.” My back faced the guard and I didn’t have the courage to look at him
again
, to know if I could read a look of pity on his face or apathy, like this was a run of the mill situation. Mateja walked ahea
d of me towards his bodyguard.

On the train ride back to our apartment, Brayden didn’t speak to me, not so much as glanced in my direction. The silence grated on my nerves. Surely he was entitled to feel anyway he wanted to towards me. However, I felt like he was trying to punish me, more than he might have been ruminating about my
decision-making
.

Even worse, stress lines bracketed over his forehead and
his cheekbones
. After Mateja changed into a pair of the same pants, which was smoothly provided to him by one of his guards, he thanked Brayden for his patience. My brother wasn’t appeased by Mateja’s words. When I turned to look back as we exited, Mateja and his men were undetectable in the crowd once more.

What was it about him that made me lose the ability to think in black and white? Good sense would’ve led me to return every item of clothing he paid for, or made installments to pay him back. More so, good sense would have led me to permanently part ways with him
today
. When we got into the apartment, Brayden stood in front of the window in the kitchen, frozen, and he remained quiet.

I took a seat, waiting for him like he did for me many times since I started living with him. For twenty long minutes, he hadn’t
noticeably
moved an inch, or uttered a word.