The Assassin's Destiny

Chapter 7: Denial only hurts the one who denies

Chapter 7: Denial only hurts the one who denies

Argent

             “We still haven’t been able to locate Sebastian. It’s like he disappeared off the face of the earth. We’ve alerted every airport, but none have reported seeing someone that matches his description. Right now, we’re working on retrieving the true flight manifest because the one they used was false.”

             Mateo hands me a file. “They were good at hiding their evidence. They didn’t even log Sebastian’s flight. However, they didn’t account for other airports logging flights that have passed through. It’s all a matter of finding which one.”

             I wipe my palm across my jaw and lean back in my chair with an exhausted sigh. “Alright. Is that all?”

             Mateo nods his head. “That’s it. I’ll keep working on those manifests and get back to you as soon as something comes up.” He mumbles.

             “Also, I want an update on the scarred woman that kidnapped Penelope and Lyria.”

             Mateo nods and punches in a few things into his tablet. “No problem, Apollo. I’ll get it done before I head to their house.”

             My heart stutters at the sound of Penelope’s name. She’s been gone for a month, and I’ve yet to stop thinking about her. It doesn’t help that our last communication was laden with s****l innuendo. We’ve texted several times after that, but they’ve been generic responses to see how the other one was. Nothing personal was discussed. Of course, like the fool I am, I turned her down, and now I’m suffering for it. I also saved the picture she texted me of her in bed. To be honest, I don’t need to look at the picture. The whole image is embedded in my mind. Every time I close my eyes, I see her beautiful face framed by silken tendrils of hair, her blue eyes, and the top of her creamy breasts. She’s stunning, and I’m a fool for not taking what she offered.

             The decision not to follow through definitely haunts me. Every day I wake up in a cold sweat and with a painful erection. I dream of her, and my dreams are a lot more graphic than anything we’ve ever done together. I’ve gotten to the point where I have reached for my phone to call her, but I’ve always cut myself short. Mateo has also kept me updated on their lives since he visits Lyria and Penelope at least once a week. To my dissatisfaction, the news is vague. He’ll tell me that Penelope and Lyria are fine or that Penelope is having fun researching indigenous plants.

             I want to see her badly, which makes alarm bells go off in my head. I know there’s no point in holding on to this because it’s a hopeless situation. Unfortunately, my mind and body disagree.

             “How are they? Did you give her the information we found on her Brazilian family members?” I ask as I sift through a file.

             Mateo nods. “Yeah, she was seriously amazed and grateful that you found them. She didn’t know that she had a great aunt or cousins. Both she and Lyria are planning on visiting her family soon.”

             Mateo adjusts his glasses higher on the bridge of his nose and clears his throat. “Also, the beautiful chocolate Labrador you gave them seems to have done the trick. He’s very well trained, and the women are spoiling him like he’s a baby. They named him Apollo. I kind of suggested it.” He mumbles with an amused snicker.

             When I narrow my eyes, he shrugs his shoulders. “I figure you’d appreciate the gesture, especially since Apollo took a huge liking to Penelope. He even sleeps in her bed.” Mateo mutters slyly.

             I don’t rise to his taunt. There’s no point. He knows that I’m attracted to Penelope. Yet, he also knows how far to push before he enrages me.

             “That’s great,” I reply with feigned casualness. After our sexting last month, I called one of the other Confradia Board Directors, Logan “Hades” Blake, and asked him if he could suggest a proper guard dog. Logan has a well trained golden retriever named Seph. Seph is a wonderful pet, and I thought the girls would appreciate a pet like her. 

             “They also seem to be adjusting well to life here. When I passed by the other day, some guy came over to see Pen. Big blond guy, in his late thirties with lots of tattoos. Lyria told me that he’s a professor. I guess Penelope has a type.”

            His words rush through my body like a punch in the face. Penelope is with someone. I don’t know how to feel about that. On the one hand, I told her that there could be nothing between us, but on the other, I still feel that she’s mine. f**k!

             “Tonight, we’re planning on meeting a group of friends at that hot new club, Gaia, and Penelope’s new conquest is supposed to be there. You’re invited to join us if you’re interested.”

             Jaw tight, I consider showing up. However, I have to stick to my decisions. It’s just better this way. “Thank you for the offer, but I have several things to take care of before I go to my Confradia meeting tomorrow.”

             “Are you sure? They’re going to celebrate Penelope’s belated birthday party since both of them were kidnapped on her actual birthday. It was Lyria’s idea. She wanted to replace Penelope’s bad memory with a good one.”

             His words give me pause. I didn’t realize that the k********g happened on Penelope’s birthday. How devastating that must have been for her. I can see why Lyria wants to make it more memorable. However, I’m not sure if I want to meet her new beau. “I can’t make any promises. If I finish early, I’ll go.”

             Mateo opens his mouth as if he wants to say something, then closes it and backs away. “Alright. Well, I better go take care of all of this.”

             Once I’m sure Mateo has left the room, I reach into the private compartment in my desk and pull out a nondescript mobile. The mobile is not found in any of the Confradia’s books, and none of my men know about it. Logan Blake personally encrypted it to keep anyone from hacking into it. I’m the only one who can use the phone because it requires my thumbprint, eye scan, and voice recognition. Logan answers on the first call. “Good to hear from you, Argent. How are you?”

             I answer using the phrase necessary to confirm that it’s me. “I am right as rain, Logan. How is Bella?”

             Logan snorts. “She’s well. Any news?”

             “None,” I reply. “You?”

              “Cameron Mathews is flying to L.A. with the archeologist. I already gave them the plan you provided for the Cadeia and got the supplies ready for what he’ll need on this trip. Jaxon Maxwell and Priest Santos have been in contact with me and are planning on flying in as well. The plan to retrieve Willem Kazik seems to be running smoothly. You’re also set to fly in tomorrow. They’ll meet you at Hade’s home.”

             “Alright. I’m already packed. I’m also going to send you some information we were able to retrieve from the house I raided. There might be information in the files that might be useful to you.”

             “I’m on it,” Logan says before he disconnects the call.      

             My thoughts are whirling throughout the day. However, I try to distract myself by taking care of several pertinent tasks. As I run through my plans for the meeting, I slip off my jacket and tie, unbutton the top buttons of my white dress shirt and roll up my sleeves. It’s a useless task, though, because my mind keeps turning back to Penelope.

             As the afternoon progresses, I decided to go to the party, then I talk myself out of it.

             I’m distractedly sifting through a couple of files when there’s a knock on my door. Thinking that it’s Mateo, I call out. “Come in.”

             The door opens and shuts as the pad of footsteps come close until they stop in front of my desk. I’m running my index finger across my brow, lost in thought, when a familiar female voice startles me out of my reverie. “Hey, Argent, I hope I’m not interrupting.”

             My head snaps up, and my eyes dilate as they hone in on Penelope’s majestic form. Every nerve ending in my body vibrates, and my heart begins to palpitate uncontrollably as I take in her appearance. Her gorgeous hair is up in a loose ponytail, and she’s wearing a short flannel dress the color of her eyes. The dress has no sleeves, giving me a visual sweep of her creamy shoulders and the swollen mounds of her cleavage.

             Swallowing hard, I rise from my chair and face the woman who has haunted my every thought since I met her. “Hello, Penelope. Here visiting?”

             Penelope bites her lower lip and shrugs her shoulder. “I…I thought I’d stop in and drop off some of the things Isa loaned us. Mateo told me that you were going out of town and that you wouldn’t be able to make it to the party tonight, so I thought I’d drop something I’ve been meaning to give you before you left.”     

             She steps around the desk and extends a rectangular box. The box is small, about the size of her hand, with no logo. Curious, I reach for the box and carefully open it. Inside of the box, there’s a delicate silver chain with a medallion the size of a coin hanging from it. In the middle of the medallion, there’s an engraved image of a saint.

             “It’s St. Christopher,” Penelope removes the chain from the box and holds it up in front of me. “He’s the patron saint of protection. Lyria and I bought it for you. We figured it fits since you risked your life to save us. We want you to always be protected.” She mutters shyly before she takes my hand and places the chain inside my palm. The coldness of the medallion contrasts with the warmth of her satiny skin. To my surprise, she doesn’t release my hand. Instead, she places her hand over it and sandwiches the medal between our palms.

             “Thank you, Penelope, and thank Lyria. It’s beautiful.” I mutter, trying not to protest when her hand slides away from mine, leaving goosebumps in its wake.

             “I shall treasure it,” I mutter as I open the clasp and wrap it around my neck. The chain is lightweight, but the medallion is perfectly balanced as it settles comfortably against the middle of my chest.

             “I’m glad you like it. I’d also like to thank you for giving us Apollo and finding out all of that information on my relatives. It was such a sweet gesture. You don’t know how happy I am to know that I still have living relatives─even if they are distant.” 

             Before I can reply, she steps into my arms and embraces me. “Thank you, Argent. You’re my hero.” She kisses my cheek and gestures to the door. “Well, I should go. I hope you’ll reconsider coming to the party tonight. It’ll be fun.”

             I watch as she turns to walk out the door, but before she opens it, I manage to croak out. “I’m glad that I could do that for you. It seems that things have gotten better for you and Lyria. Mateo told me that you’re even dating now.”

             At that moment, I want to kick myself for bringing up the topic. In fact, I wouldn’t blame her if she sent me to hell, considering that I turned her down. But I need to know that I made the right choice, even if it hurts. So instead of stumbling through an apology, I place my hands in my slack’s pocket and sway in place as I wait for her reply.

             At first, Penelope c***s her head to the side and gives me a puzzled stare. Her blue eyes gleam with confusion as she considers her response. “I don’t know what Mateo told you, but I’m not dating anyone. It’s kind of hard considering how busy work has kept me, and how I feel...” She stops and swallows hard before she shrugs. I wonder what she was going to say.

             “I apologize for the intrusion then. I must have mistaken Mateo’s words when he told me that there was a gentleman with tattoos coming around to see you.” I reply evenly.

             Penelope crosses her arms in front of her chest with an adamant shake of her head. “Ah, he must be talking about Dario. Mateo is definitely mistaken. Dario is Lyria’s art professor. He was only hanging around because he wanted me to pose for a painting.” She removes her mobile phone and shows me a picture of a painting.

             Breathless, I run my gaze methodically over the picture. In the painting, Penelope is reclining back, her arms behind her on a large boulder with a field of orchids in the background. The soft lilac dress emphasizes all of her curves, and her toned legs are stretched out in front of her. She looks wild with her head thrown back, and her hair is fluttering in the wind as she savors the beauty around her.

             “Dario owns a small art studio near Lyria’s school. He’s selling the painting. At first, I was hesitant about the painting, but Lyria convinced me that it would be fun, and it was.” She ends with a husky chuckle.

             “Well, he did an amazing job. You look exquisite.” I hand her back her mobile. Against my better judgment, I raise my hand and caress my index fingers through several tendrils of her hair. Penelope moves closer, her eyes softening with desire as she wraps her arm around my neck.

             The touch of her lips against mine sends an electric shock through my body. Leaning closer, I nip her bottom lip and suck it into my mouth. The smooth glide of her little tongue against mine ignites every synapsis in my brain, and her needy groan is like adding fire to my loins. Pushing her onto my desk, I wrap her legs around my waist and deepen the kiss. Her arms slide around my back, and her nails claw the skin beneath my shirt as I undulate my hips against her hot center.

             Moving my hands down, I map out the swells and curves of her body. Penelope arches her back, rubbing her stiff n*****s against my hard chest, and sighs against my lips. My c**k throbs with every grind of her hips and the caress of her hands inside my shirt. A groan escapes my lips when she kisses her way down my neck and chest, leaving a hot trail of desire in its wake. We’re really getting into the intense seduction until there’s a knock on my door. Mateo rushes in a moment later, startling Penelope and me from our sensual haze. We both pull away, adjusting our rumpled clothing and hair.

             “Uh, sorry. I didn’t know you had company.” Mateo mumbles with an embarrassed flush in his cheeks. “Hey, Pen, what are you doing here?”

             Penelope licks her lips as if savoring my taste, then looks back at Mateo. “Hey, Mateo, I was just stopping by to drop off a couple things and to give Argent the gift Lyria, and I got him.”

             Mateo nods his head. “Oh, okay, …um…” He looks at me, then behind him. “I hate to interrupt, but I thought you’d want to know that Mr. Correa is here.”

             I arch a brow. “Irving is here?”

             He nods. “Yeah, he wants to talk to you.”

             “Tell him I’ll be out in a minute and have Isa bring him something to drink,” I mutter.  

             Mateo nods and steps out of the door.

             Penelope clears her throat and adjusts the top of her dress as she gazes intently into my eyes. I don’t know what I’m supposed to say. My body is still burning with need, and it doesn’t help that she looks like she’s been ravished. Her hair is now falling wildly around her shoulders, her lips are swollen, and her eyes are misty.

             “Argent─” She whispers breathlessly.

             “What time is your party?” I ask before I change my mind. Penelope pulls her ponytail back and whispers. “Ten o’clock. Please say you’ll come.” I can see that she truly wants me to go, and even though logic tells me I shouldn’t, I desperately want to go.

             “I’ll try to make it. No promises, though.” I reply evenly. I don’t want to get her hopes up in case I regain my reason and change my mind. For now, I’m thinking with my c**k instead of my brain. All I can think about is going to that club tonight and dragging her to my bed afterward.

             “Okay, great,” Penelope mumbles bashfully.

             Before she can leave, I take her hand and lead her out the door. With Irving here, I can’t let her walk around by herself.

             Unfortunately, Irving is not in the living room having a drink, as I requested. As soon as we walk out of the office, we run into Irving and one of his men. Cursing internally, I observe as Irving’s eyes instantly hone in on Penelope. His expression softens with appreciation as he gazes upon Penelope’s beauty. “It seems that I make a habit of interrupting you at inopportune times, Argent. If I had known that you were with a beautiful woman, I’d have visited another day.”

             I wrap my hand around Penelope’s waist as I carefully answer. “It’s not a problem, Irving. She was just leaving.”

             Irving bows in a gentlemanly fashion but ruins it with a sly grin, which makes me grit my teeth in anger. “Don’t be rude, Argent. Introduce me to your lady.”

             Jaw ticking, I tighten my hand around Penelope’s waist and reluctantly make the introductions. I don’t know why I hesitate to introduce them, considering that Irving is an ally, but I do. Perhaps it’s because I don’t like the way he looks at her. “Irving Correa, meet Penelope .”

             Penelope gives him a wan smile. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Correa.”

             Irving waves her words away. “Please, call me Irving.”

             He looks at me. “I wasn’t aware that you were with anyone, Argent.”

             I shrug in reply without correcting his assumption. There’s no point considering that he will more than likely never see Penelope again.             “How about you go into my office and have a brandy while I walk Penelope out the door. We can talk about our findings after I come back.”

             Irving nods. “A Brandy sounds wonderful.” He gives Penelope another heated smile. “It was a pleasure meeting you, Penelope.”

             Penelope nods in reply.

             Once Irving disappears into my office, I usher Penelope to the front door.

             As I watch Penelope leave, something inside of me tightens. I know that I should have said something more, but I can’t.

             Pushing thoughts of her from my head, I turn to my office. Thankfully, Irving is sitting comfortably in one of the chairs, sloshing his Brandy glass.

             “This Brandy is quite decadent, Argent. It seems that you have great taste in drinks as well as women. Penelope was striking.” He mutters with a pleased sigh.

             I hum in reply. I have no interest in discussing Penelope with Irving. “It was a gift from a friend. So, what brings you by, Irving? I thought you were in Mexico.”

             Irving shrugs slyly. “I was. However, I had some business here and thought I’d stop in to see how this Sebastian situation is developing?”

             “As of right now, we’re still searching for him. We’ve had several leads but nothing concrete.”

             Irving’s lips tighten with disappointment. “I see. Well, at least I got a glass of delicious Brandy. I will go then. Please don’t hesitate to call me if there’s anything you need.”

             I give him an even smile as I lead him out of the door. Something about his interest in Sebastian’s disappearance grates at me. I don’t understand why he’s so involved. Sebastian was one of my men, and from what I gather, he had very little contact with Irving.       

             Once Irving has exited my home, I turn back to Mateo. “You’re going to see Penelope tonight?”

             Mateo nods. “Yeah.”

             “Can you give her my apologies for not appearing and tell her that I’m busy with work?”

             “Sure.” He says. “But she’ll be disappointed.”

             I remain silent. I don’t know what to say.

             Mateo must take my silence as a response because he mumbles. “Alright, Apollo.” He hands me his tablet. “I have the information you asked for.”

             We don’t discuss Penelope after that. However, I can’t help but feel a sense of disquiet. I’m sure Mateo has already told Penelope that I wasn’t showing up.

             It’s after one in the morning, and I’m wide awake in my bed. I’m not even close to being tired. When I close my eyes and think about Penelope and how good her body felt against mine, my c**k instantly hardens and throbs. This time, I don’t ignore it. Instead, I slide my hand down my waist and wrap it around the stem of my c**k. I pump my hips sliding my fist up and down and swirling my finger around the swollen crown with a pleasurable shudder. I remember how beautiful Penelope looked with her dress around her waist; her creamy skin and rosy n*****s were swollen with desire. I remember how her skin tastes like cream and how responsive her stiff little n*****s were. I wanted to devour her. I speed up my rhythm, clenching my jaw as bliss threatens to overpower me. My c**k swells further, and my balls tighten with every stroke. It’s the thought of how tight her wet sheath felt around my finger that took me over the edge. Arching my back, I give one last pull and shudder as my release erupts through my body.

             Crying out with rapture, I close my eyes and let the kaleidoscope of stars burst behind my eyes.

             Once my body settles, I open my eyes and stare at the ceiling. Even though I just climaxed, my body is still ready for more.

             I want Penelope.

             Without another thought, I rise from my bed, wash up and slip into one of my comfortable suits. I don’t think about what I’m about to do. No, I’m beyond thinking. It’s too much. I want her, and it’s slowly eating away at me. It doesn’t take me long to get to the club. I walk confidently through the club and search through the crowd until I spot her. She’s sitting at a corner table, her hand beneath her chin as she gazes into the dancing crowd. There are empty glasses and bottles on the table, along with several gift bags. There are two girls and a tattooed guy talking to her, but you can tell that even though she nods at appropriate moments, her thoughts are miles away.

             He must be Dario. To my consternation, Dario is tall and blonde, like me. In fact, I can see several similarities between us, which is perplexing. He definitely looks closer to my age than Penelope’s. Our body type, hairstyle, and features are comparable. Exhilaration and irritation courses through me at the thought that she does have a type. I’m her type. f**k!

             I look around and see that Mateo and Lyria are in the middle of the dance floor laughing. Then, I glance back toward where Penelope is sitting and observe as she rises from her seat and makes some kind of excuse. Dario takes her hand with a smile and mutters something, to which Penelope shakes her head airily before she walks away. Dario’s eyes follow her descent with a predatory expression that makes every part of me edgy.

             I take action as soon as Penelope winds her way through the crowd. Penelope sways slightly, which tells me that she has probably had a few too many drinks. She’s wearing the same dress from earlier, but this time her hair is down.

             I follow her through the crowd maintaining an inconspicuous distance as Penelope proceeds down an empty hallway and up the stairs until she reaches the upstairs balcony. I stop at the glass doors and observe her look out the balcony, her arms wrapped around her as she gazes intently out into the city. The soft Brazilian breeze glides through her hair, making tendrils dance around her, and the hem of her dress molds to her long legs.

             Desire envelopes my senses at the sight of her looking so lonely against the glowing backdrop of the city. Even though it’s late, the city is a tapestry of lights. Before I came to the club, I called in a couple of favors from a friend. But first, I have to talk to Penelope. Hopefully, she’ll like what I’ve done for her.

             She doesn’t even notice when I slip inside the door and stand behind her. Her decadent scent permeates my nostrils, intoxicating me. She looks so small and fragile standing there. However, I know that she’s stronger than she looks. Penelope has a will of steel that rivals that of someone twice her size.

             Moving closer, I settle my hand around her waist and pull her to me. Penelope gasps in surprise and turns to look at me. As soon as she sees that it’s me, the fear in her eyes transforms into one of desire. The heat of her body feels like a balm to my need.

             “Argent.” She murmurs with a breathless sigh. Thankfully, she doesn’t push away from me or reprimands me for being so volatile in my behavior. “Happy birthday, Pen,” I whisper in her ear. She shifts closer, her firm a*s grinding against my hips, and rests her head beneath my chin. “Mateo told me that you weren’t coming.” She replies solemnly. “What changed your mind?”

             I pop my jaw, trying to come up with a response. But there’s nothing I can say other than the truth. There’s nothing else that I want to say. “I came because I couldn’t stay away.”

             My hand moves up her flat stomach until it settles beneath the swell of her breasts. “Because I need to feel you and touch you,” I emphasize my words as I rest a gentle kiss on her soft shoulders and neck. Penelope lifts her arm over my shoulder and whispers. “Please, don’t stop.”

             But I do. I have to. First I have to show her something. She groans in protest the turns to me, her lips tight with anger. “What’s wrong?”

             “Come with me. I want to show you something first.”

              She looks around the empty balcony and nods her head. “Okay, but let me tell Lyria. I don’t want her to worry.”

             “Text her and tell her you’re with me. I’ll do the same with Mateo.”

             Penelope does as I ask, then puts her cell phone away. “So, where are we going?” She asks airily.

             I don’t answer her. Instead, I extend my hand out to her and nudge my chin toward the balcony doors. “It’s a surprise.”

             Her lips tilt with pleasure as she takes my hand and lets me lead her out of the club.

             It doesn’t take long to get where I am going. You can see the large glass dome windows of the botanical garden from a distance and the gentle illumination of lights that shine within, but I go through the back in hopes of hiding where we are from sight. A friend of mine was kind enough to let me use the conservatory tonight. Penelope told me that she was studying botany because she loves plants, so I decided to give her a tour of one of the most exclusive botanical gardens in Rio.

             “Close your eyes,” I tell her. Penelope quirks a brow and smiles warmly when I give her an encouraging smile. “Do it, or I won’t show you your surprise.” Sighing, Penelope closes her eyes and waits for me to lead her. Leading her down the empty sidewalk, I usher her past the garden’s walkway until we reach a set of large wooden double doors.

             I open the doors and look back at her still form, taking her hands in mine as I silently usher her inside of the room. Penelope slowly walks into the room, keeping her eyes closed until we stop. “Can I open my eyes now?” She asks petulantly.

             “You can open them now,” I reply smugly. Penelope opens her eyes, giving me a chastising glare, then gasps with shock when she sees where we are. The garden is large with a marble-tiled walkway and a beautiful fountain with two cherubs holding hands in the middle. Around the walkway and fountain, there’s lush green grass filled with flowers and plants. Penelope walks around it, her eyes filled with wonder.

             After a moment, she turns to me, her hands covering her mouth.

             The expression of delight on Penelope’s face is enough to tell me that she’s happy with my surprise. She clings to my arm, her pink, pouty lips gaping open with wonder. “Is this the Rio Botanical Garden? I was told that only select people can come in to see inside.” She faces me, her face alight with wonder. “Can we walk around?”

             I nod at her infectious excitement. “Yes, it is. A good friend gave us permission to visit.”

             She sprints forward, her lips tilted joy. “Oh my gosh, let’s go!” She takes my hand and pulls me past the front doors. I can’t remember the last time I had fun like this. There are beautiful native flowers categorized in sections, and the fountain in the middle of the room is turned on. She takes her time strolling through the gardens and educating me on each one. She’s so animated that I find myself hanging on her every word and asking questions, which she answers without pause. Eventually, we stroll through the whole garden. “You really love this, don’t you?” I ask.

             Penelope’s lips tilt. “I really do. When I was a little girl, my uncle had a garden that I’d help him water and care for. It was the most beautiful garden, like something out of a fairy tale. Sometimes, I’d pretend I was a fairy princess and have tea parties with my stuffed animal in the middle of it. I loved learning about all of the exotic plants and flowers he’d bring.”

             I caress my hand across her arched brow and pull her closer. “It sounds like your uncle loved botany.”

             “Yeah, he did,” Penelope mutters solemnly. “He always treated me like a daughter. I miss him every day.”

             “I’m sorry that you lost him.” It feels natural to pull her closer. She places her hand on my chest and kisses my chin. “Thank you for the wonderful gift, Argent. I will never forget it.”

             “You’re welcome,” I whisper in her ear. Hand-in-hand we both leave the garden. “Where do you want to go now?” I ask as I lead her to my vehicle. Penelope shrugs. “I want to stay here─ with you.”

             My body ignites with hunger. I’m going to give reign to it this time. No more denying myself what I want. I want her, and I’m going to have her. Penelope must see my intent because she leans her back against the car’s door and pulls me to her. A groan escapes my lips at the contact of her body against mine. Her flat stomach cushions my c**k, and her breasts scrape sensually against my stomach. Reaching down, I mold my hands against her round a*s and slam my lips against hers. Little mewls escape her lips with every grind of her warm folds against my erection. The touch of her skin makes my fingers prickle with shocks of heat. Touching her is like touching heaven. However, I know I want more. I want to slide my hand up her thighs, slip a finger inside of her molten sheath, and taste her cream.

             Unable to take it another moment, I slide my fingers down her thighs and slide the hem of her skirt up until I reach the crease between her legs. The heat of her folds scorches my fingers as she begins to ride my hand. Swirling my tongue against hers, I nip her bottom lip and use my other hand to push gently away, “Not here, Pen. We should go,”

             The drive to her house is quiet. It’s not awkward, but it’s not comfortable. You can feel the tension vibrating between us.

             Lyria is already in bed by the time we get to their home. Without another word, Penelope takes my hand and leads me to her bedroom. I want to argue, but she doesn’t give me the opportunity. Instead, she jumps into my arms and crushes her lips against mine. “Please don’t say no.” Penelope pleads desperately.

             Of their own volition, my hand rises up and slides down her soft cheek. Penelope gasps sensually as she moves closer and begins to unbuttons my shirt. Moving down, I rest feather-soft kisses on her lips. Her hands slide across my chest and wind around my back as she pulls my shirt off. Wrapping my hands around her waist, I pull her hips to me, my stiff erection nestling between the valley of her thighs. Her hands roam across my abs and chest with pleasure as she grinds her hips against my hard c**k. To my surprise, she slides one of her hands down my groin. Her hand molds and presses hard against my shaft, making me throb and stiffen harder than I think I’ve ever been.

             Penelope licks her luscious lips and innocently whispers. “I want to taste you.”

             I don’t recoil. No, I’m done with pretending. Instead, I push her down on the floor and lower my slacks and briefs. My long, hard c**k stands proudly against my bellybutton, the swollen tip wet with precum. My stomach contracts as her hands glide down my chest and stomach. Pressing my palm against Penelope’s neck, I wrap my fingers around my c**k, massage it tightly and present it to her. “Taste me, little one. I’m desperate for your little tongue and lips.”             

             Penelope leans close and lowers her sweet lips until she’s breathing against my swollen tip. I almost come when she swipes her tongue across the crown and slithers beneath my flap. My stomach quivers with every swipe of her tongue, and a hiss escapes my lips. She’s definitely inexperienced at giving head, but the fact excites me. Whimpering with excitement, she wraps her lips around the throbbing tip and sucks me deep.

             “Of f**k!” I cry out, my body shuddering with bone-melting pleasure.

             Penelope glances up at me and whispers against my aroused tip. “Does that feel good?”

             I nod my head and tighten my hands around her hair. “f**k, little one, it’s so good. Don’t stop.” I manage to growl out.

             My response must motivate her because her suction instantly becomes more aggressive. My eyes cross with every stroke of her tongue and the tug of her hand around my shaft. The warm cavern of her mouth and lips is perfect. I know that I shouldn’t be doing this, considering she’s a virgin, but my body needs this. I need the true release that I’ve denied myself every time that we’ve been together. I want to feel my c**k erupt when it’s wrapped around her hand, lips, or between her thighs. I need it.

             My toes curl as the heat of my pleasure increases. Sparks of ecstasy work through me with every drag of her lips. It’s almost unbearable how hard I am now. My balls tighten, and my body strains for release. Chest heaving and body gleaming with sweat, I move my hips to heighten my pleasure. Penelope continues her sucking, little sounds of pleasure escaping her lips as she glides her tongue down my stem and swirls her lips against my swollen knob.

             “f**k, I’m close. You might want to stop, Pen.” I manage to groan out as my body tenses for its final release. Penelope ignores my pleas and tightens her lips around me. Then it happens; every thought and concern leaves my mind to be replaced by paralyzing ecstasy. My body shudders and stiffens as my essence erupts from my body, and euphoria bursts through my pores. Penelope rises from her perch and smiles. Unable to bear any more of the pleasure, I fall to my knees and bury my head between her thighs. Every muscle and sinew in my body bends and stretches as my body comes down from its blissful peak.

             Penelope slides her fingers through my hair soothingly and kisses the top of my head.

              Once I’m spent, I pull her dress off and lift her onto my chest. Sighing with pleasure, she slides her arms around my neck and wraps her legs around my waist. Her eyes gazing sensually into mine as she nips my lips and chin. She looks pleased with the knowledge that she brought me to my knees.

             Leaning down, I kiss her swollen lips and whisper. “That was amazing.”

             At my words, a pleased smile spreads across her face. It’s time that I make her mine.

             Settling Penelope on her feet, I roam my hands down her back and kiss her neck and shoulders until I make my way down her breasts. Penelope clings tightly to my shoulders and arches her back with a groan. Wrapping my lips around the tight bud of her n****e, I caress my hands down her waist, tighten my palms around her rounded a*s, and squeeze it as I continue to kiss my way down to her swollen folds. Gazing down at her expectantly, I caress one of my hands up her bare thigh and slide my finger between the seam of her folds. She gasps at the contact. Not wasting another moment, I wrap my lips around her swollen bud, slide my finger inside her sheath and twist it as I continue to knead her firm bottom with my other hand. Swirling my tongue around her throbbing clit, I lick the seam of her folds and savor her taste. Her body trembles with every swipe and her hips sway against my lips.

             Sighing, Penelope sifts her fingers through my hair and moans with pleasure as I continue to suckle her and massage her tight walls. “Argent!” Penelope cries out.

             Sucking her nub harder, I pull her closer and continue to lick her until her body shudders, and a cry of release bursts from her lips. Her walls contract around my fingers as she slams harder against my mouth.

             Sliding my fingers from her body, I carry her back to the bed. As quickly as I can, I remove the rest of my clothing and groan when she begins to explore the crevices and contours of my chest and stomach. She's so small and fragile that it makes something in my heart constrict.           Groaning, Penelope wraps her arms around me and opens her legs in an invitation that this time I’m not going to refuse. My c**k is standing erect as I slowly slip it into her wet sheath.

             “Oh, fuck.” I groan as her molten walls tighten around my swollen tip. Moving my hips, I continue to glide in until I hit her barrier. I already knew she was a virgin, but it still surprises me to feel it. A small part of me feels like a conqueror who has discovered something beautiful and untouched. Rising to my elbows, I pull her leg around my waist and push in. Penelope cries out and tightens her arms around me. “Don’t stop.” She mutters against my lips.

             Pleasure overwhelms me as I begin to move in and out of her tightness, establishing a firm rhythm. Pounding inside of her, I gyrate my hips. It’s a tantalizing feeling as every stroke leads me closer to the scorchingly torturous bliss that awaits both of us. Penelope’s lips search mine. She’s nearly eating my mouth, and I’m glorying in it.

             “You feel so good,” I growl out as I continue to impale her on my shaft and savor the feeling of her tight cunt milking my c**k. Bittersweet pleasure envelopes me as I move my hips faster and harder against hers. Her hands cling to my spine, and her body arches as mewls of bliss escape her lips. My thrusts are nearly brutal. It feels so good that I want to crawl inside of her and never leave.

             Penelope must feel the same because she bends her knees higher and slams her hips hard against mine. The pleasure is almost blinding as we both tear at each other. Continuing my fierce pace, I clench my teeth as she continues to coax pleasure from my body.

             I can feel myself reaching the edge of my release. “Oh, god!” Penelope cries out as her body shudders with her c****x.

             Giving one last push, I cry out and come inside of her. The world shatters around me like a blinding white light that bursts through every receptive part of my mind. Wave after waves of ecstasy rushes through me until I’m just a ball of swirling pleasure.

             Once we’re spent, we lie back on the bed. Our chests heave and from our ragged breathing and our hearts pound wildly in our chests. Closing my eyes, I open them and blink to adjust my eyesight. Penelope rests her head on top of my chest and slides her arm around my waist with a contented sigh. “I didn’t know it could be this good. Is it always this good?” She mutters sleepily.

             I don’t answer her. I don’t know how to answer her. Thankfully, she falls fast asleep and saves me from doing so.

             Feeling off-kilter, I rise from the bed and slip on my clothes before I head back to my house. I need time to think.