No Ordinary Love (17 page)

My cock burned at the tip, just craving release, pleading for it.

“Oh Kenji.” She rode me like a stallion, bouncing up and down and meeting my strokes. Her hot cream spread all over me.

“You’re not leaving,” I grunted, sweat beading around my forehead. My heart boomed in my chest. “Never go.”

“No.”

“Never.” I pumped harder. “Never!”

She let her head fall back and continued to match me. “Never.”

“Oh, Tora. You don’t disappoint.”

She thought Tokyo was a trip, an adventure, or even some mission to write her silly words.
No.
Tokyo was her final destination. She should’ve never given herself to me. It was too late to go back. The more I pushed inside of her, the more I yearned to make her mine.

I gripped her hard. “You don’t leave.”

“Never.”

I buried my face in her neck and breathed her all in. Could this be the one to tame me? Was I finally close to happiness or would this just be the best sex I’d ever had in my life?

We moved together. Although I held her up as we fucked, we moved in this synchronized rhythm as if we’d been making love for decades. We were harmony. I knew her body without even seeing it, understood she liked the way I dipped the head of my cock out a little and rammed it back into her. Knew she loved those nipples sucked as I ground my lower half into that puckered clit. Oh she was a masterpiece and I, a loving artist perusing beauty.

I pinched her nipple and then grasped at her neck. I couldn’t help it. My whole body was on fire. Heated sex pulsed in my veins. It thickened the air. The whole floor had to hear us. They had to long to feel what we experienced.

When I gripped her neck a little harder, she froze.

“Don’t be scared.” I slowed down my pumping, until my movements were slow and precise. She groaned and didn’t break free from my hand.

“I won’t do it unless you want me to,” I whispered.

We both knew what I was talking about. The rope had never left my own neck. It held on to my shoulders and the edge of one end pressed against the top of her breast.

“Are you scared?” I landed soft kisses on the outline of her chin. “I won’t hurt you.”

“I don’t know.”

“I’ll stop when you want.”

Her voice lessened to a nervous whisper. “How will you know?”

“Grab my shoulder and squeeze when you want me to let go.”

As I still held her neck, I could feel her swallow.

“I don’t know,” she said.

You’re curious, just like a big kitty.

I formed my lips into a grin. “Let me show you.”

She checked the guards and then turned back to me. It wouldn’t be good to tell her that the guards wouldn’t help her if she begged them to. In this district, she was mine to do with how I pleased. In my world, men who loved to play with death had many women to use and throw away. If I killed her on this floor, the guards wouldn’t move or stir. They’d simply call the cleaning crew, finish their job, and go home. I’d never done things like that, but men over me did.

Don’t think of those things.

I shut those bad memories out of my head and focused on the only light in my life.

Tora.

“Go ahead.” She placed both of her hands on my shoulders. Her fingers shook as she tightened her hold. “Don’t do it for too long.”

“I won’t.” I smiled.

“Wait.” She held her hands out.

“It will only be three seconds.”

She exhaled. “I don't know.”

“How about two seconds?” I slid my cock inside that warm, gushing tunnel of hers. My whole body rocked with need. In moments, I would explode. It just couldn't be helped. Not only did she feel so good, she surpassed all of my dreams about her. Her body was the sweetest melody, so pure in tone, yet taunting my senses with each note. Her pussy hugged my cock as if she hadn't felt something inside her in years.

“We should try this another time.” Closing my eyes, I slowed down my pace. “I'm barely holding on.”

She gasped as I thrust into her hard. Tiny moans escaped and I just knew I would lose my balance and collapse onto the floor. Finally someone had pulled me out of my reality. Tora was worse than a drug. She was something more and unimagined—physical ecstasy encased in soft skin and thick curves. I teetered on edge, hoping to crash into her pleasure very soon, so urgent I shook with desire as I held in a roar.

Her voice pulled me out of my daze. “Choke me.”

I gripped her tight and froze. “Are you sure?”

“I don't know.”

“You have to be sure. I won't do it unless you give me permission.” I bit my bottom lip. “This is about pleasure, not brutality.”

She gulped in some air. Her pupils dilated right in front of my eyes, telling me she was more turned on than I'd originally thought.

Oh, how my Tora gets off on fear. I'm falling for you more and more.

“Do it,” she whispered.

“Okay.”

Chapter 17

NYOMI

“I'll take your breath away.” He grinned.

“Very funny.”

He captured my lips and then landed sweet kisses all over my face, in soft, delicate movements. “I will.”

“Okay.”

Everything around me disappeared. The guards no longer stood in the hallway. In fact, there was nothing but darkness, lust, and my dragon. Heat radiated from his flesh and I thrived in that warmth. My clit blazed with lusty fire, my nipples hardened until sweet pain tickled the tips. I wanted him to suck on them so bad, I almost screamed.

“I'll take your breath away, but not with my hand around your neck. You deserve to come into this situation in the most sensual way possible.”

“In what way is that?” I asked.

“With a kiss.” He looked into my eyes. “Are you ready?”

“I think so.”

“Squeeze my shoulders when you want me to stop.”

I nodded.

“Don't be scared. I've done this before, and all have lived to moan another day.”

I did my best to not show the jealousy that rose in my chest. “Just go ahead.”

Still holding my body against him, but not moving his lovely cock inside of me, he kissed me, but not just any normal lover's peck. He sealed that full mouth over my lips and pinched my nose close. I could breathe only a little. As he exhaled into my parted lips, I inhaled him whole. And so we did a sort of slow, melodic, breath exchange. It was odd, yet tantalizing. Abnormal, but utterly intriguing, to say the least. His warm breath skittered across my tongue.

Oh my.

And then his breathing into my mouth stopped. Panic disturbed my calm. I widened my eyes and tried not to scream. I almost did, as pressure built in my chest and my shoulders tensed into balls of worry. Adrenaline surged through me, molten and thick; it pumped blood fast through my veins.

Oh God. What is this feeling?

He pushed that beautiful cock into me, right as I was about to squeeze his shoulders and tell him to let me breathe.

Fuck.

His stroking brought succulent pressure to my clit as he expanded me even more. Sensations shifted within my body, thick ones that turned off the sane and internal voice in my head. It silenced my fear, thrilling me all the same. I got high off of it, euphoric even. This elating haze took over. I was blinded by it all, closed in from sound or scent; his strokes snared all of my attention.

And then he let me breathe.

Oxygen swooshed in. He moved his mouth away from mine. Air rushed into my lips and soared down to my lungs. I trembled with delight, dripping my arousal all over his cock.

“Oh, Tora, you're going to make me come.”

I licked my lips, my eyelids lazily drooping. “Do it again.”

He smirked. “Oh, you're so naughty.”

He dove on my mouth before I could respond with something smart.

Oh! Shit!

If I'd thought earlier was a rush, I truly had no idea what to call this next feeling. I couldn’t breathe in for those few seconds, but I didn’t care. Everything heightened. I swayed a bit in his arms. It was a head rush.

Oh please don't
…
you
…
fucking stop!

I swam within this in-between reality—a distant land within my mind, where I'd never ventured before. Marijuana didn't do this, cocaine neither. I'd tried both before and could admit that this high came close, but damn sure surpassed them. Intense physical sensations waved through my flesh, like someone kneaded my body, every damn cell, with warm and soothing hands.

It was spiritual in the most erotic way. Wildness called to me, and I rushed to that craze, bucking my hips and riding the thick girth of Kenji's cock as if I'd never breathe or live again.

Right as he let me breathe, I came hard, gasping so loud, my ears rang. My body went numb, except that one area that burned hot with release.

“Oh! Kenji!” I screamed.

Movement came from my sides, but I didn't care, rocking my pussy into him with all my might.

“Oh, Tora.” He slammed that dick into me. All gentleness had escaped him. The beast had transformed the man. We were two wild, humping bodies. There would be no turning back until he was done.

His voice lowered into a battered moan. “Oh, Tora.”

Grunting, he pushed hard into me one more time, right as I slowly climbed down from my orgasm.

“I knew it.” He nibbled the curve of my neck and buried his face into the closest breast before him, pulling out of me, inch by sexy inch, and taking us down to the floor.

Panting, we lay on the carpet like two horny bastards.

That was when the reality of the situation hit me. All the guards appeared in my view. A few glanced our way and then quickly returned to staring at their specific door. The music from the room where Jun and the others were, had now been shut off. Whispers carried out to the hall from other rooms.

What are they saying?

Kenji lay on the hallway floor, his cock limp and wet on his open pants. My dress was now mangled strips in a pile on the floor. My bra hung haphazardly under my breasts. Only God knew where my shoes were. We resembled a mess, and neither of us gave a damn.

“I think we've got everyone's attention on this floor.” I rested my head on his chest.

“The great thing about my owning the Castle in the Sky is that I can fuck wherever I want to.” He opened his eyes and turned his head to mine.

“And have you had sex out here before?”

“Never. I'm usually very private.”

“Oh really?”

“Yes.”

Noise came from the other rooms like people were getting dressed. I got ready to sit up and fix myself. Kenji's arms remained stiff as he kept me to him. “No. Stay. No one is dumb enough to disturb the Dragon.”

“Oh please. You're no dragon.”

“Well, you may not be impressed, but many are overwhelmed by my awesomeness.”

“Funny.”

“I'm big news around here.”

“Apparently.”

“There will be stories of this night all over the city by the morning.”

“Hmmm.” I placed my hands under his shirt. Thick ridges greeted my fingertips.

What's this?

I lifted my head as I tried to raise his shirt and see what I was touching. A colorful tattoo showed in the dim lighting, and then Kenji snatched his shirt back down. “No.”

“No, what?”

“I don't feel like showing you my body today.”

“Why not?”

He closed his eyes. “Now's not the time.”

“How many tattoos do you have? One or two?”

He laughed.

“O-kay.” I set my head back down on his chest. “How much of your body is covered in ink?”

He looked away. “Almost all of it.”

I gulped in dread. I knew he’d been yakuza, understood that this man held a high position, but all the while I figured he hadn’t really accepted it. Was I romancing the seriousness of the situation? Was he really a dragon? I’d hoped he was a little sheep inside wolf’s clothing. A good boy playing at bad.

“What part of you isn't tattooed?” I asked.

“Not my feet or past my ankles. Neither my hands, neck or face, nor my cock.” He smirked. “There's a strip of bare skin at the center of my chest and back, to allow my pores to breathe.”

“Pores to breathe? What do you mean?”

“Skin sweats and releases toxins. My tattoo isn't done by a traditional needle. It's the way of … my people. Ink is manually inserted under the skin with this sort of sharp poker. The skin doesn’t breathe as well where the ink is, at least that’s my understanding.”

“Shit.”

“Exactly. It's the most painful thing someone can do to themselves.”

“And you did that all over your body?”

“Well, like I said, my hands and feet are free of ink, and other parts.” He grinned, but this time he didn't have that same hint of humor. The truth of the situation was finally hitting me. This man's life was set in stone. An undecided man would've never stained his whole body with the yakuza mark if he hadn't been sure that this was the life for him.

What the hell am I doing?

This was his life, and my small part in it would fade after these three weeks were over. I couldn't fall for him, which was good since I hadn't planned on doing it, anyway.

“What's on your mind?” he asked.

“I'm wondering what images are drawn on your body.”

“You'll see one day.”

“When?”

“I'm not sure.”

“Make sure it's soon.”

“Why?”

“Because I only have a few weeks, silly.”

“Are you sure about that?” His grip tightened around me. No laugh or chuckle came after those words.

I stirred in his arms, but couldn't move. “Yes, I'm sure.”

His voice came out low. “You promised me that you wouldn’t leave.”

“When?”

“A few minutes ago.”

“You mean when I was riding you. Yeah. I may have promised to kill my firstborn and give you all of my money from book royalties. I promise a lot of things right before I’m coming.”

Irritation laced his voice. “You should consider the possibility of staying longer.”