Hell (7 page)

“Please.”

Motherfucking finally.

That one word was filled with so much want. Desire. She wanted to play.

“Are you sure?” I had to ask one last time. Once Janelle agreed, there would be no going back. “No more yo-yoing with my dick. No more denying what we both want. Agreed?” Flicking the tightening bud with my fingers, I watched as the pleasurable pain overtook her face. “Answer me!”

Another stinging hit before I bit into the flesh right above her heart. It beat erratically beneath my mouth, thumping harshly, and I smiled.

“Dammit, Joshua. I want you, okay? Just put me out of this…motherfuck!” Janelle screamed. I’d released the hold my teeth had on her heaving breast and latched onto her nipple, biting down on the puckered tip.

“Sweet and addictive,” I hummed in pleasure, pulling her deeper into my mouth and suckling hard. Abusing, torturing her skin with my teeth.

“Oh God…shit!” Releasing her, I laved her chest with my tongue. Every inch of her torso was decorated by my kisses; I left little imprints of my teeth across her chest before I blew hot air across the neglected nub.

Her fingers embedded themselves into my hair and pulled—pushed me closer. She wanted the perversion.

Releasing her, I kissed my way up her chest and toward her mouth. At the edge of those bee-stung lips I paused, hovered over her, and stared into those beautiful eyes.

This fucking sexual demon would be my destruction. Hair blowing wild, pupils dilated, and gasping for breath, she watched me. Waited for me.

“Baby,” I purred against her lips, “let me make you come.”

“Yes.” That was all the encouragement I needed, and I cupped her pussy. Felt the heat of her in my hand while I rubbed her firmly through the tight denim material. “Motherfuck,” Janelle cried out, knees shaking.

“So hot,” I murmured against her mouth before taking them in a brutal kiss. Our lips fought for dominance, her fingers digging into my scalp, hurting me in the most delicious of ways. “Fuck, baby.” The hiss that escaped me spurned her on; she took control of my mouth, sucking on my tongue while gyrating against my hand.

Hot little bitch.
But that wouldn’t do. Lasted until I tugged her bottoms down forcefully, and then balled the material of her panties in my hands. She relented, melted into my embrace.

Her eyes fluttered closed, and her mouth opened but no sound came out. Instead, her body stiffened as I pulled the saturated material through her lips and teased her tiny little clit.

“Look at you,” I grunted before nipping her bottom lip, then taking the abused pout into my mouth and sucking hard. “All lost to the sensations—my goddamned touch. A wanton slut ready to do anything I’d ask of you.”

Her eyes snapped open then, angry at my words.

Fuck her.

“What did you just say…” she trailed off, eyes rolling into the back of her head as I ripped the offending soft lace from her body, making sure that it passed through her labia and caressed her clit before I put the damaged material inside my right pocket.

Legs shaking, she dug her nails into my shoulders, pushing me down. She needed to voice her wants. That wouldn’t do.

Ignoring her silent plea, I licked a path down her throat and toward her heaving chest. I kissed, worshipped each breast, avoiding her nipples as I laved my tongue over them.

A gust of wind swirled around us, encompassing me in her soft floral scent. Janelle was all around me, her smell rushing through me, and for a second I released her—needed to clear my mind before I hurt her.

The desire to claim her had become too much, and I needed a second to regain my composure.

“Please, it hurts,” she whined as another soft breeze swept through her naked form. The pebbled flesh tightened a bit more, looking painful. Janelle puffed out her chest, arching and offering herself to me. “Taste me.”

“No.” Instead, I continued to love her skin. Followed the path down her stomach and stopped at the small Cuban flag on her hip bone. So sexy. “Look at me,” I demanded, voice hoarse and thick while running a single finger through her bare pussy lips just outside her entrance.

Her juices ran down my fingers, bathing me in her. I couldn’t control my desire for a taste and swiped my drenched finger over the small tattoo. It glistened in the late evening light.

Running my nose up her thigh, I smelled her, tormenting myself by memorizing her scent. I wanted her to be embedded within my pores.

“Joshua, if you don’t…oh God, yes!” My tongue traced every line, every inch of that tattoo with reverence, consumed her sweet nectar as if I were a dying man. “Shit…shit…shit.”

“So motherfucking sexy. A woman with ink…Jesus, baby. I’ll never make it with you.” I followed the path and inhaled. Trembled. I lost the last shred of control I’d tried to hold on to while paying homage to her heritage.

No disrespect; I loved her exotic looks and needed her to realize that. The woman was a true natural beauty.

With one hand on her hip, I buried my face between her thighs and licked her slit. She tasted sweet with a hint of saltiness that made my mouth water. Juices flowed over my tongue and down my chin
.
Janelle was drenched, and I wanted more.

“Ride my tongue.” I snaked a hand behind her and grabbed a handful of her ass, squeezing hard enough for her to whimper and move against me. Gyrating while I held still, letting her set the pace that she liked before I took back control. “Sexy little bitch tastes like heaven, but you aren’t innocent…are you? Fuck, no.”

Licking her from her clit to the end of her slit, I shuddered while digging my fingers into her ass. Hard, there was no doubt in my mind that she would wear my bruises come tomorrow. It made me smile, something she felt and looked down, meeting my eyes.

I didn’t have time to argue with her over my smugness, so instead I took another approach and sucked her pussy into my mouth. More juices flowed while I ate her, holding my tongue still for her to enjoy. I’d smell of her for the rest of the night.

“Oh God,” Janelle hissed above me. Head thrown back, she was squeezing her breast—pulling on her nipples in time with each flick of my tongue. “More.” Her plea broke me, and I happily obliged.

Raising her leg over my shoulder, I held her at my mercy. Open for me. “Do you want to come?” There was no need for an answer; it was meant to provoke her.

“Don’t fuck with me.” That fire I admired returned. With both hands fisted in my hair, Janelle pulled me tighter against her swollen core and rolled her hips, spreading her juices over my chin.

“Greedy little thing.” I was prepared for her indignant bullshit, and before she could reply, I entered her with two fingers.

“Dammit, Joshua,” she cried out while I pushed them in and out rapidly before stopping and holding them in place. There was just something so erotic about watching her take her pleasure from me. “The fuck?”

“You know what I want…let me watch you.” With that, I latched onto the area of skin right above her clit and sucked hard, marking her. “Move, goddammit!” My unoccupied hand smacked her ass. Once. Twice. She bucked and ground herself against me.

The palm of my hand pressed against that trembling bundle of nerves tightly, and I rubbed her. Janelle picked up speed; you could hear how drenched she was each time she took me in.

“Almost there.” Harder, she moved her hips, taking her pleasure while I watched, entranced. “Bite me…my nipples, they miss your tongue.”

It wasn’t a request. No, this was a demand.

Kissing her mound once last time, I stood up to my full height while cupping her, three fingers buried inside while I teased her trembling clit.

“Beg me.”

“Now.”

“Fuck you.” Fisting her hair, I stared her down. I pulled her face down to watch me as I bit into the fleshy part of her breast above her pebbled tip. I’d leave more than one mark on her tonight.

“Not fucking you yet.” It was that final sting of pain while my fingers pumped in and out of her swollen pussy that brought her over the edge with a hoarse cry.

Janelle’s eyes rolled back, body trembling from the orgasm I’d just given her. Beautiful. Those sweet juices overflowed my palm and ran down my wrist. Her upper thighs glistened, and I had to bite the inside of my cheek hard in order to maintain control. To not drop to the ground on my knees and lick every last drop.

The air smelled of sex, I was in pain, dick hard and leaking against the soft denim of my pants, pressed against my zipper, swollen and begging for relief, but this had been for her.

I’m not taking her—yet.

This time, I’d given in against my better judgement and gave her what she needed. Never again. The day she rode my cock, I wanted her to be past sanity. Crazed with lust.

Soon, but not today.

After a few minutes, I pushed the hair out of her face and skimmed my nose across her cheek. The action gentle, a complete contrast to what we’d done, and the look in her eyes showed me her confusion.

“Come on, Janelle. Let’s get you cleaned up and home. I’ll pick you up in the morning so you can come get your truck.” Even if it was Saturday and I was off.

“But—” She coughed, her voice rough. “Let me take care of you.”

“Not today,” I answered much to her displeasure; she didn’t seem to like the thought of owing me. “It’s late, and you’re shivering.”
You don’t deserve my cock yet.

Someday I’d take her up on that offer, but not tonight.

Monday morning I’d awoken excessively early and feeling refreshed. It was three a.m. when I decided to give in and try to burn off a bit of steam. I wasn’t due to arrive at the job site until seven, and a good run would help me clear my mind.

Lacing up my Nike’s, I grabbed a hand towel, bottle of water, my iPod, and walked out into the silent hallway. The one good thing about this building was the 24-hour fitness facility. If you had a key, you set up your own hours.

As was to be expected, the gym was empty when I arrived. Lights and radio off. Turning on the light beside the entry, I made my way inside and set my water bottle down next to the treadmill. Being that it was too early for me to turn on the surround sound; I pushed my headphones into the MP3 and set up my workout list.

With the harsh rock pounding in my ears, I set up an aggressive pace. Wired and excited never made for a desirable combination when it came to me. It meant trouble. And in this case my burden had a name.

Janelle fucking Walker.

After an hour on the machine, I hopped my sweaty ass off and stretched out my muscles for a few minutes. It felt good, like a delicious burn, but not the kind I wanted to be feeling at that moment.

I wanted to be tired because I’d had her pussy wrapped around my cock. Because I’d fucked her into my bed and taken out my frustrations—the ones she’d caused—out on her cunt. Stubborn fucking woman.

Back upstairs, I took a quick shower, changed, and was out the door with still two hours to spare. Ready for whatever fuckery she had in store for me after I’d left her on Friday.

After cleaning her up with my tank and taking the elevator down, she seemed distant, lost in her thoughts and pulling away even before we’d made it to my car.

To say I wasn’t surprised when she’d said she wanted to drive herself home would be putting it mildly. Was expected. Her track record had proven as much.

“Be reasonable, Yoshi,” she argued. “You’re off tomorrow, and I have early-morning errands to run.”

“And we are back to the ‘Yoshi’ bullshit,” I spat at her through pursed lips. Angry at myself for letting her lead me by my cock. For even considering breaking my rules for a piece of ass.

“I’m taking my car.” The finality in her tone rubbed me wrong and I glared at her. She took a step back and for the first time, I didn’t chase.

“Do whatever the fuck you want, Ms. Walker.” Janelle opened her mouth, but I held my hand up to halt her. “I’m going home…you don’t pay me enough for this shit.”

With that, I turned around and unlocked my car, not once sparing a glance her way. I knew she was there, felt her presence, but this time she wouldn’t be getting her way.

I was out of the lot and kicking up dust in my wake before she could say a word.

Fuck her.

Fuck her hold on me.

Fuck her delicious pussy for ruining me.

Pulling in beside Janelle’s Hummer, I noticed there weren’t any other cars in the parking lot. Just like the week before, I had stopped on my way in and bought two coffees and her bagel. Not that she deserved it, but I needed her to see past that total asshole persona she’d portrayed me as in her mind.

Looking up toward the still black skies, I let out a huge sigh and cracked my neck…trying to rid myself of some of the ascending tension in my body. Only the good Lord above understood my need to put up with this shit. With her.

“Morning,” I grumbled while I made my way in. And then stopped short. Every fucking thing that I’d complained about that morning made sense. “Are you fucking kidding me, Janelle?” With one look at her, recognition hit me.

I was falling for this crazy bitch.

“What?” She batted her long lashes at me innocently, but I knew better. Devil in disguise.

Today she had on another dress. Long and flowing, a summer dress that swayed along her long legs while she sauntered toward me. A haltered, light yellow garment that flattered her every dip and curve.

Brought out the honey in her eyes and made them shine. Clear and mischievous orbs that eyed my everyday low-hung jeans and company T-shirt with lust.

Thrusting her hand out, Janelle reached for the bag in my hand and pulled, trying to claim her food without showing so much as an inch of appreciation. Not going to fucking happen.

“Kiss first.”

Laughter bubbled out of her, making her face glow. “Food first, and then maybe…” she trailed off.
Not good enough.
Grasping her wrist, I pulled her in closer—pressed her all-too-willing body against my own. “Yoshi, not in here.” Those words held no weight behind them, not when they were spoken through a moan.

“Right the fuck here.” And then I felt her nipples tightening through the layers of clothing that separated us. Dangerous. For her. For me. I could still see them vividly; remember how they felt on my tongue. Her whimper echoing in my ear, how quickly it turned into a hiss as I bit the pebbled tip and pulled it with my teeth.

“Listen, I—”

“Son of a bitch,” the low growl escaped me, vibrated through every cell that made me a human man and not an animal. Even though in her presence I became one.

Deranged. Unhinged to the point of not giving a flying fuck about what was morally right. How in just one week she’d fucked up my life.

“Are you okay?” she asked, a timid hint to her voice.

Shaking my head, I released a deep breath. “Not even fucking close.” Janelle tried to take a step back from me then, to give me enough space to calm down. “Don’t,” I warned, tightening my hold on her wrist.

Eyes widened and breath coming out in pants, she stood still. Good girl.

Leaning in, I stole a kiss from her. It was meant to be quick, just a taste, but I couldn’t pull back. A deep—and as pussy as this made me sound—soul-baring kiss. Brutal and honest. There was no more hiding.

She’d reduced me into the one thing I despised the most. The very thing I avoided the last twenty-eight years; a man who’d do anything for the woman he cared for. Was falling for...no.

I wouldn’t allow it. Caring was fucking bad enough.

“Is there anything I could do to make it better?” she said in that soft voice of hers, the same one that’d get me to do just about anything for her. It didn’t help my case in the least that she’d molded her body against my own, pulling me away from my dangerous thoughts.

Hard and aching, I pressed my swollen girth and rubbed it against her stomach.

“I’ve already asked for a kiss…just a tiny peck to get me through the day.” I was dead serious. For as much as I wanted to bend her over that desk and plow into her, I couldn’t, and I needed some kind of relief now.

Addiction was a dangerous thing. I’d tasted those lips already, had her unique flavor on my tongue, and now, I needed fucking more. Something a bit more substantial to take the edge off.

With a coy smile, she eyed me innocently. “You want my lips wrapped around your cock?” She had to use that tone. A simper. A goddamned teasing cadence that made me leak and pulse for her. “Answer me.”

“Yes.” My tone was pleading.

Janelle didn’t acknowledge my request. My plea. Instead, she turned me around to face the wall behind my desk and stepped back. Just a bit. Enough to piss me off.

“What the—”

“I might not be able to kiss it...” she interrupted, before reaching up and licking my neck “…but I can do this.” Running the tip of her finger down my chest, she toyed with the frayed waistband. Back and forth, she teased.

“Fuck.” It escaped me in a pained groan.

“Quiet,” she chastised with a smirk before unbuckling my tool belt and letting it fall to the floor. Slowly, she released each button of my jeans, drawing out the moment. Right above my cock, I felt the heat of her hand as she fingered the worn material.

And then she pulled back.

Back up to the deep V of my hips and ran her finger across the indents. Lingering. Light touches that had me clenching my fists, nails digging into my palms. The stinging sensation was the only thing keeping me in check.

“Janelle.” Hungry and demanding, a warning for her. One she didn’t seem to worry about.

“Shhh…relax.” Those big amber eyes dared me to move while she explored me. Another pass of her finger, lower this time, right above my exposed, swollen head, and I knew she felt me twitch. “Let me taste you.”

“Jesus…” Her hand enveloped me then, pumped me twice before collecting the drop of pearl like liquid at the top. I eyed her, registered her every inhale and exhale as she brought the glistening digit to her lips.

“Oh, God,” she moaned, eyes closed while she savored me. Her hips arched, and she let out a shuddering breath before opening those enticing orbs and focusing them on me. “Delicious.”

Motherfuck.

HELL

“Hey, Joshua,” Mario called out from across the hall. I’d been working with the electricians a few days later, running the wiring for the entire floor. Four units in total that weren’t on schedule, and I’d undertaken this job. The twentieth floor had been the bane of my existence throughout the day.

This floor for some reason had been neglected, left for last by the electrical crew and delaying everyone else. Without the electrical being run, the partitioning, flooring, and paint crews were all halted.

“Over here,” I yelled back, too busy to get up and find him. If there was ever one specific job that I hated on any site, it was fishing wire. Sending conduits, numbering wires, and then running them throughout the unfinished walls was a pain in the ass. Simple work, yet tedious.

Mario appeared a few minutes later looking very apprehensive and fidgeting. “Shit, they have you doing this shit?” He waved his hand around the empty room. No one had wanted to finish this floor, and now I knew why. The framers left us with very uncomfortable spots to drill through, but tough shit. It needed to get finished, and I’d rode their asses hard today to get it done by tomorrow afternoon the latest.

Nodding, I grabbed the small hand towel I carried in my back pocket and wiped my face. “Yup. Now what do you need?” Grabbing the fishing tape, I sent the one end down the pipe to the guy below my floor and waited for him to attach the wire. “Speak up, kid. Kind of busy here.”

Fuck, it was hot.

“Well, you see—”

“Spit it out.”

“Well, I…shit!” He shifted his weight from foot to foot, all the while begging me with his eyes to understand something.

“Deep breath,” I urged. “Good.” Mario nodded, his shoulders dropping their tense posture. “Now, again from the top…what happened?”

“Look, Joshua. We fucked up a bathroom cabinet upstairs in the model room. Omar, the big fucker that he is, leaned against the wall unit before it was mounted and with his weight, it crumbled. Door broke right off the hinges and the side cracked. I’m sorry.”

Shaking my head, I let out a small chuckle. “Shit happens, kid. Now the question is what do you want me to do about it? Call Kevin.” He’d been sent out to face the slaughtering team. Janelle would kill him. I knew what apartment and which cabinet had been broken by someone’s stupidity. The model apartment was used to give those interested in purchasing a unit a chance to see what it could look like and the basic layouts.

Nothing inside itself was expensive, but the demeanor spoke of opulence. All a mirage.

“Get boss lady up here. She tends to smile a lot more when you are around.”
Right
. Simple request.

“If you’re afraid of Janelle, radio Kevin up here.” More fidgeting. Pussy.

“He’s left for the day and left specific instructions not to call him.” Okay. “And the missus gave me a dirty look when I mentioned that Janelle would be in meeting today. So yeah, no, not going there.”

“Mario, I can’t move from here at the moment. Call Janelle,” I groused, already exasperated with him. I wasn’t hired to run interference, just run the site. Any way you put it, we’d still need her approval to order another cabinet. “Get her up here and I’ll talk to her, but I can’t move.”

“She’s in her office with that guy from the city…Mr. Thurston.”

“Old man—”

“I never said he was old,” Mario interjected, and my blood ran cold. “It’s his nephew…I think his name is Glen.” The fuck.

“Get the fuck over here and take my place. Finish this run while I get
her.
”