Chapter 56 Fallen God 11

Chapter 56 Fallen God 11
Dion

There was no sweet taste of peach lip gloss on her mouth like there had been the last time I had kissed her. Her lips were bare but so unbelievably soft that I could see myself kissing them forever.

That was the effect she had on me. The moment I had seen her, I had wanted her, and the months apart hadn’t done anything to dampen down that want. It was more than she was a ray of light in the fucked up darkness of my world, more than the fact she was purely good.

It was because she was her. 

I was drowning in her even when she wasn't around, and that was fine. I was ok with drowning. Death by Lola seemed like a really good way to go. 

A really, really good way to go.

I’d die a happy man as long as I could keep kissing those perfectly plump lips. 

“God, Lola.” Pulling away slightly, I rested my forehead against hers as I tried to catch my breath. 

“God,” she parroted back. Her fingers pressed to her lips, and her eyes were hooded. 

Biting back a groan, I tightened my grip on her, parting her thighs a little more. I needed for her to know just what she was doing to me. Her lips, her breathy little voice and that damn look on her face had me on the verge of exploding right there and then before I'd even touched her. 

Rocking my hips into her rewarded me with exactly what I wanted. Another little moan and the shocked widening of her eyes. 

“Do you see what you do to me, Lola?” My lips hovered over hers again. But I didn't kiss her. Inch by inch, my fingers stroked over the lace of her panties. “Do you feel what you do to me, what you've been doing to me since the moment I first saw you?” As gently as I could, I pressed the tip of my finger over her clit. 

Her reaction was instant. Her back arched, and she grabbed at my wrist. Not to pull my hand away, but to keep it there. She had done something similar at the Summit Awards, when I'd rubbed her almost to orgasm under the table with her brother sitting on the other side of her. She had grabbed my wrist then as well. And just like then, it hadn't been to stop me.

“Do you remember when I did this before?” Lazily, I circled that spot. Pushing her hair away from her face, I nipped at her ear. “Do you remember what I did afterwards in the hotel room?” Cupping her suddenly, I pushed down hard with the heel of my hand. Not waiting for her reply, I carried on. “Do you know how much I've dreamt of that moment and wished it had been different?”

Lola tensed slightly against me.

“I wish I'd taken more time with you, Lola. Worshipped you like you deserve to be worshipped. I'm going to fucking worship you now. Every inch of your body. Because I want to know all of you. I want your creamy pussy on my tongue.” Shuddering with longing, I ground my hand against her. My fingers dipped to the hem of her already wet panties. Soon I'd touch her damp skin. Sink into her.

And lose myself in the pleasure only she could give me. But first I wanted to taste her.

“I want to feel you quiver and clamp around me.”

“Di–Dion.” Her hips moved, dancing against the pressure of my hand. And I didn't even try to hide my smile. “What do you want, Lola?”

In answer, she made the most adorable whimper. 

“What do you want?”

“You.” This time she didn't even hesitate. “I want you and all of what you just said.”

“Do you want me to touch you like this?” Easily, I slipped my hand inside of her panties. The moment my fingers came into contact with her wet core, I groaned. I had envisioned this moment for months and played it out countless times in my head. 

But this was better. So much better than any damn imaginary fantasy, because finally she was here, in the flesh and quivering against me. 

“Yes.”

I sank a finger into her, my eyes never leaving her face. “How about this?”

“Yes.” She rode against my hand, urging me in further. Lola was amazing. Hot and passionate. And finally, all mine. “Please, Dion.”

“God, you don't know how long I've dreamt of hearing you say those words.” Cruelly, because I could see how much she wanted me to touch her, I slipped my hand from her and lifted the glistening finger in front of my face. “I wish you could taste how sweet you are.” Licking at my finger, I closed my eyes, revelling in the taste of her exploding against my tongue. 

The hand around my wrist moved, and then she was there. My eyes snapped open to watch her lips sliding down my finger until it had disappeared totally into her wet mouth. I watched her face as she did it.

I had been half in love with this girl for months, even when I didn't really know her. She represented something for me. Something I'd been sadly lacking in my life. But as I watched her suck her own juices from my finger, I realised I wasn't just falling in love with her.

I was in love with her. 

My beautiful, sweet girl with a dirty side that matched my own. Whether she had ever been like this with anyone else didn’t matter. She was mine now.

Filthy, sweet and utterly oblivious to how she had buried herself so deeply under my skin.

“Baby,” I choked. “If you keep doing that, then I…I’m gonna want those lips around other parts of my body.”

She slid her lips from my finger with such deliberate slowness, I throbbed with anticipation. And then she smiled.

“I need to get you naked, Lola, so I can eat your pretty little pussy agai–”

The phone in the living room started to ring insistently. 

“Don't you dare even think about getting it, Lola,” I warned with a chuckle when her eyes darted towards it. 

The answer phone clicked on and Erik's voice echoed through the suddenly quiet apartment. 

“Dion, do not touch that girl.” My manager sounded exasperated. “She is Louis' sister and… Look, Lola, if you are listening to this, please think about this?”

I’d had enough. Back in Las Vegas, I'd let Erik talk me into giving Lola space and it had almost cost me everything. He had told me to wait until the tour had ended and I had. But Dionysus Rising wasn't on tour anymore. 

I wanted Lola, and she wanted me as well.

I wasn't going to wait anymore. 

With a grin, I upended Lola over my shoulder. 

Erik could say whatever he wanted.

“Think with your head, Dion. Louis will kill you.”

Passing the answer phone, I gripped the wire and tugged. The machine fell to the floor and cracked. 

Lola tutted. “El is going to…” 

“I’ll get her a new one,” I answered, walking towards her bedroom. I didn't care what Erik said. Or if Louis was going to go all crazy big brother on my ass. They wouldn't interrupt us again. And if anyone wanted me to stay away from Lola, then they were going to have to come here and drag me away in person.