Sweet Venom: A Why Choose Romance

The past two days have been torture. It’s the longest I’ve kept myself away from Vivian Fiori since I laid eyes on her, aside from her two-month trip back home. I would have followed her there, were it not for the job. The job is the reason I stayed away. Running into Monica Sweet and sharing about Chelsea and my twisted experiences in that house of horrors were not part of the plan. Yes, I consciously drove us by that house. I had to share that part of me, but I hadn’t thought it through—not entirely, anyway. Nowhere in my conscious thought had I planned on sharing that level of detail, and the fact that I did was telling. Vi is filling this void I didn’t know existed. I could tell she genuinely cared, and I haven’t had that in so long. It’s why I stayed away.

It seems only fitting that she would show up to tonight’s event. Fate is a fickle bitch. I knew there was a good chance she would be here for the simple fact she’s Ellis’s girlfriend. However, I also knew she had the crew working overtime this weekend to ensure everything gets done on budget and on time. Mark told her Monday that the crew was behind by two days, and before he could even fill her in on details, she went into full-on boss bitch mode and took over. But all of that aside, I knew coming here tonight was a risk. She just wasn’t the one I thought I’d be taking.

My focus has been on ensuring Ellis or Sebastian see me with Chelsea, who they know as Sayward, and connecting the dots. Say has told me she’s positive that Sebastian knows she is behind the robberies, but she hasn’t determined why he hasn’t made a move. The fact that she believes he’s onto her has forced us to rethink our next drop. I told her to quit because I’m not convinced she needs to work there any longer for us to make the next drop, but she insisted she wanted to stay the course and see it through. It’s why we are here tonight. But after speaking with her in the cabana, I think I’m getting a better idea of what’s really going on. It has nothing to do with her concerns about making another drop or seeing it through, and everything to do with her feelings for Sebastian Lykos.

I had every intention of calling her out and asking her to be honest. I don’t want her to worry about hurting my feelings, not when it comes to this, but before I could question her, the fight broke out. When I looked over to see what was going on, I saw Ellis throwing a punch in Sebastian’s face inches away from Vi, and I saw red. I hated that they were so reckless inches from where she stood. The next thing I knew, my feet were carrying me to her side to pull her back, and by the way she tried to pull away, I instantly knew that she had seen me in the cabana with Say and assumed I was her date. A wiser man may have let her believe that, rather than risk everything he’s worked to accomplish, but I am not him. I’d rather her know the truth and hate me than be the reason for her pain.

But now that she’s on her knees with her lips wrapped tightly around my cock, the truth will have to wait, because this moment from her means more than any amount of words. A man would be a damn fool not to realize the submission a woman is willing to offer at your feet in this position. Her pretty red lips are taking me deep, and her mouth is so fucking warm. Her thin, silky hair wrapped through my fingers as I guide her down feels like heaven, but it’s the power she’s giving me in this position. She wants to make me feel good, and a blow job is about me, and fuck if that doesn’t make me want to come on the spot. This woman wants me.

The thought barely has time to resonate before my eyes roll back, only to immediately pop wide open and land on Ellis Lykos. ‘Fuck Vi, get up. We have company,’ I say as I tug her hair back. Her hands find my hips, but she doesn’t jump up as expected. Instead, she turns her head over her shoulder and meets his distant gaze. The two of them lock eyes for what feels like a short eternity. I reach down to tuck myself back in, but Vi reaches for my cock. A brief rush of annoyance floods my body. I don’t care to go to blows with Ellis with my cock hanging out, but before I have a chance to react, her tongue darts out, licking me from root to tip once more, and my whole body breaks out in shivers from the mix of adrenaline and lust pumping through my body.

I have so many emotions coursing through my veins that I have to will my body into submission so it’s not wracked with tremors. The last thing I want to do is look like a complete bitch. However, the woman at my feet is strong, confident, and defiant, and it’s her strength that grounds me to my spot. If she wants to blow me in front of her boyfriend, who am I to stop her? She and I are endgame no matter what. I just didn’t think she’d be so damn callus to end things with him like this when all she’s ever told me is how she had no plans of leaving him.

That’s when I will myself to focus on Ellis and his next move, but when my eyes flash over to where he’s standing stoically frozen, they’re not on me, but her. Her hand cups my balls, and I feel her lips kiss my tip, which has my focus dropping back to her, and just like Ellis, she’s not looking at me, but at him. The next thing I know, she breaks her gaze and takes my cock deep. I can feel myself bottom out in the back of her throat. ‘Fuck,’ I rasp out as she moans around me.

She repeats the same move, long and slow, practically letting me fall out of her mouth before taking me all the way in again. I’ve never been intimate with someone while another person watched, and it’s fucking messing with my head. Sure, I’ve been the watcher. That was Monica’s thing. I was her pin cushion, and then she’d get herself off. Usually, she was alone, but on occasion, she’d bring in a masked partner. Half of me is on edge, ready to fight to protect her when he’s had enough of watching his girl end their relationship, and the other half likes that he’s watching. It’s the ultimate fucking payback. He deserves every second of the hurt she’s delivering.

Right as I’m about to let my hand once again find the back of her head, he takes a step forward, and I lean off the tree, ready to fight, which only further shoves my cock down her pretty throat. He sees my clenched fists and stops only to say, ‘Baby, stand up.’ How the fuck is he still calling her ‘baby?’ If I caught my girl sucking another guy’s dick, I’d be done. That’s when I’ve had enough. She’s not his to call baby anymore.

‘You can leave now. She’s clearly made her choice, if it’s not already obvious.’

He simply raises one eyebrow before asking, ‘Has she?’

Then, as if those words were some kind of cue, she releases my dick with a pop and stands up. The next thing I know, she takes a step back from me, her eyes never leaving mine as Ellis comes to stand at her back. His hands gently skim over the tops of her bare shoulders before he reaches around and cups her tits through her dress, only to pull it down and expose them to me. ‘Doesn’t she have the best fucking tits?’ he questions as he pushes them together and brings his lips to her neck. I watch as he sucks her neck and captures her nipples between his thumb and forefinger, pinching them until they are pert, causing her to let out one of her delicious moans.

My cock twitches, drawing me out of the scene, and I shake my head only to meet her gaze. ‘Vi, what the fuck is this? You just said you missed me. I thought that meant you were saying yes to us. I thought you wanted me.’

She takes a step forward, and he releases her, allowing her soft hands to once again roam up my chest as she says, ‘I was, and I do.’ Then, pushing up onto her toes, she searches for my mouth, and I must be a glutton for punishment because I meet her halfway. The slight tremble in her fingers as they seek to unbutton my shirt doesn’t even break my trance.

Every alarm in my brain tells me to stop, but I can’t. I’m fucking bewitched by her, unable to tell her no, because she wants me, and I’d do just about anything to hear those words one more time. It’s why when Ellis says, ‘Wrap those pretty lips around his cock and put that ass in the air.’ I say nothing.

Vi’s eyes hold mine for short seconds to see if I’ll stop her, and when I don’t, she slowly starts to kiss her way down my chest, leaving a wet trail of kisses that cool my overheated skin in the crisp night air. I keep my eyes fixed on her every move. She’s all that matters, and I know she wants my cock. It was deep in her throat before Ellis ever showed up. Her hand grips my base, and right as I feel her lips on my crown, I hear a slap and look up only to find Ellis has her dress bunched around her hips, both hands squeezing her cheeks hard before he dips his finger into her pussy. ‘Fuck, baby. You’re so damn wet.’

Those words spur her on because before they’re finished, I’m once again in heaven down her throat. My god, she’s good at relaxing her throat. Fuck. Ellis starts to unbuckle his belt, and as he does, his eyes flash to mine, and he catches me watching. ‘This cock is only hers.’

‘I don’t want your dick, asshole.” If he only knew what I was really thinking. This is so fucking messed up, for more reasons than I can count, but when his dick slides through her folds, and she moans deep with my cock in her throat, all those reasons go out the window.

He grabs her hips and pushes in slow, giving her long, deep strokes before saying, ‘You’re so fucking tight, baby. I love watching you take my cock.’

His words have me dropping my eyes back to where my cock is currently disappearing inside her mouth, and he’s not wrong. It’s a beautiful sight. My hand finds the back of her head again, and I can’t help but start to pump myself in and out of her mouth, controlling the pace. I hear Ellis pick up his stride, the slapping of his balls mixed with her wetness turning me on in ways I didn’t think possible. Fuck, this hot.

‘Don’t be shy. She likes to have her face fucked.’ My eyes snap to his, slight annoyance registering at the mention of him being rough with her, but when he slams in hard, and she digs her nails into the backs of my thighs, sending tendrils of heat straight to my throbbing cock, I know she wants it.

‘Damn baby, you’re dripping. You didn’t tell me that when I got to fuck you in this dress tonight, it would be while your lips were wrapped around another man’s cock. This is what you like? It’s yours.’ Those words strike a chord with me, and this entire scene starts to register. He’s doing this because she wants it. She might want me, but she wants him too. ‘That’s it, choke my cock.’

He starts pounding her fast, and I quicken my own pace, wishing I could watch those eyes as I shove my cock down her throat. I want to see if she’ll give them to me this time, because that’s her tell. If she doesn’t give me eye contact, this is nothing but a quick fuck, a sexual fantasy she wants to see play out, and I am the willing victim. But in her current position, I can’t see her eyes.

Ellis smacks her ass hard again and says, ‘That’s it, baby, come on my cock.’ And in two more pumps, he finds his release, with me only seconds behind him. I’ve been on the edge of coming since the second her lips touched my dick, but there was no way I was letting myself go before him. The second my cock stops shooting ropes of cum down her throat, I pull my dick out and tip her head back, determined to find her eyes, and when I do, she doesn’t turn away. Instead, she gently squeezes my thighs before releasing me and standing, only to have Ellis pull her into him and shock the hell out of me.

The second she’s wrapped in his arms, he ravages her mouth, the mouth that is currently filled with my cum. The action speaks volumes. He’s telling her without words that what just happened doesn’t change anything. He doesn’t look at her any differently, because he loves her. I watch as he straightens her dress, pulling it back down to cover her ass. His hand finds the back of her head, and he dives deeper still before releasing her altogether and pulling up the top of her dress.

‘Meet me inside, baby.’ She nods in agreement before looking back at me as I straighten myself out. As she walks away, Ellis starts tucking himself back in and fixing his shirt before saying, ‘If you hurt her. I’ll be your worst fucking nightmare.’

I don’t bother responding, because what he doesn’t know is that I’m already his. The problem now is, I can’t hurt him without hurting her. Fuck.