Chapter 48 - His mouth was a delusion - mduno
She sat on the bed, raised an eyebrow, and looked away with a slight smile. I approached the nightstand and picked up the watch, positioning myself just a few inches from her, and instantly my erection grew harder. I didn't move, and she barely breathed. Seeing that she didn't move a muscle, I took a deep breath, resigned once again to going home empty-handed; nothing would happen.
I fastened the watch. However, at that moment, what I would call a miracle happened. Veronica kissed my erection, and in that heightened state of need, it responded by getting even harder. My breathing became erratic. What the hell was this? Wasn't it normal to receive oral sex?
I looked at her, sitting in front of me, just as I had always dreamed. She hesitated or maybe was confronting herself, deciding whether to continue. I wanted to grab her hair and pull her to make her suck, I wanted her to swallow what I had been holding back because of her.
I didn't move, letting her take the lead, her face turning red from what she was doing. But the night was mine. Veronica began to lick, caress, and run her tongue along my member, kissing it. It felt so good, a different sensation, her inexperienced hands, yet with a respect for me, made it even more exhilarating.
She stopped to look at me, and in doing so, broke down another barrier, reaching deeper into my chest or awakening something in my soul. Thankfully, she couldn't hear my jumbled thoughts; if she knew what she had done to me. Keep going! I wanted to shout.
My breathing became more and more agitated. I wanted to teach her, but she wanted to go slow. So I decided to go at her pace. Last night I understood many things, I would do it her way, and then I would show her mine.
She licked my penis from the base of my balls to the tip, and I moaned with pleasure, feeling her tongue and the warmth of her mouth, it was a new sensation for me. It wasn't the act itself, but who was doing it. That was the difference. Little by little, she gained confidence, and I let myself be carried away by the wonderful sensation, feeling her in that way was incomparable.
Several times a week I had oral sex, and now with Veronica, it was as if I had never done it before, as if it were my first time too. Before, it was my body that reacted, now it was something inside me screaming to get out. I stroked her hair. She continued with ease.
"Veroniccaaa," I whispered. I moved back a bit and leaned in to kiss her, forcing myself to treat her gently, if I messed up, I would drive her away like last night.
"If you don't want to go out, then... Can I stay here?" she asked.
"You'll never leave my house, Love."
I ran my hand through her thick hair, wishing she would press against my erection once more. She understood and went back to delighting me with that hot mouth. I had to concentrate, but I was already on the verge of exploding, I had to let it out.
"Veronica, I'm going to finish..."
My girlfriend continued, her mouth was a delirium, and I couldn't hold back anymore, I released all my fluid into her mouth. If I didn't know for sure that I was the first one she'd had these experiences with, I wouldn't believe it. Not all women swallowed. Damn! You're too dangerous... She was red, savoring my semen, and a powerful satisfaction grew in me. A few loud knocks interrupted us.
"Boss!"
Today I'm going to kill him, seriously. I grabbed the gun I always kept under the pillow.
"If you come in, I'll shoot you!" I shouted, and Veronica got scared.
"I'm sorry, Roland. It's..."
It had to be very urgent, deep down I knew it. What the hell is happening!? Couldn't I touch my girlfriend?
"Damn it!"
I said through gritted teeth, kneeling and resting my head on her knees, she stroked my scalp.
"Why can't I stop at just touching you? I can't take it anymore, Veronica, I swear I can't."
"They got our shipment from China, Roland."
Rata spoke from the other side of the door. I closed my eyes. Not tonight either, what the hell happened?
Veronica stayed in the room waiting for my return. And that seemed complicated, since I hadn't let go of the phones since I went downstairs, I had all my men working. It wasn't normal for one of my shipments to get seized... Something was brewing at the center of my organization.
Simon shut down his communications, Cebolla closed his cell phone, Negro handed some papers to Rata, and the rest of the guys were in intelligence trying to figure it out. I focused my gaze on my friend, brother, and confidant.
"Find out who," I said emphatically.
"Sir... It was from Colombia," he commented, "Only our inner circle knew about it, we don't know if we have a mole."
"I know, we'll have to throw a little party with the group."
I said without taking my eyes off Rata, Cebolla sat next to his boss.
"I can use your birthday as an excuse."
I frowned, that was one more reason I didn't like Christmas. This time I couldn't avoid it, everywhere I looked there was a Santa Claus, a reindeer, a snowman. Not to mention the giant reindeer plush Veronica left on the bed, even while eating I had to see a damn snowman.
"It's my birthday on Thursday."
He hated the month of December. A memory from my childhood flashed before me, standing in front of a birthday cake, with the supposed important people of that time smiling and celebrating me. I pushed those memories away. They shouldn't come up, although now... The relationship with... It won't be easy. I needed time, but I couldn't ignore it. Since Verónica's arrival, everything was resurfacing quickly.
"Don't let them find out. I need to know who the damn snitch is."
"Yan..."
"Keep it clean, Rata. Hide it from the news, they shouldn't know the shipment was from Colombia."
"I already did." I sighed, looked at the clock, it was two in the morning. "Boss, at which property will your celebration be?" Cebolla asked before leaving.
"The one I built for the Cárdenas. Do you have the plans?" He nodded. "If something happens, we have a hideout nearby. There should be escape routes at every point. This way, they'll feel safe and confident in their own territory."
"Understood, I'll handle it as a surprise party for partners."
"Thanks, Cebolla."
I wanted to get into bed with Verónica. She must be deeply asleep, but at the same time, I was afraid to do it.
"The operation starts tomorrow."
I nodded again. He was a big fish, and the problem was that I had many big fish in the organization who wanted my head.
"Understood. Have a good night, Cebolla."
Simón understood I needed to talk. He sat across from me on the couch, the exhaustion taking its toll.
"We've never had a loss before, the situation is under control. What's bothering you, old man?"
"Keep a close eye on the organization here."
"I already do. The guys are on it, they pass the information to Negro. I know it was them, we just need to find out who gave the order to snitch."
"I want him alive, so he can look me in the eyes, Rata." I still don't know what I'll do, but I will enjoy torturing them.
"Count on it. And that's not what's really bothering you, is it?" I shook my head. I had a frustration.
"I haven't been able to sleep with Verónica, and believe me, we've been close. I don't understand why we can't get to where I want."
Simón smiled, and it brought a slight smile to my face. The conversation was pathetic and, after this situation, somewhat absurd.
"You know... Despite the monster I am, I believe in God, something I haven't been able to make you understand."
"Don't start..."
"Roland, I will go to hell. I understood a long time ago about the existence of God, and for some reason, He watches over us. I don't justify what we do, but there must be something stronger that protects us. Not all of God's paths are peaceful." I burst out laughing.
"The same force that makes inexplicable things happen when I'm about to sleep with my girlfriend?" We looked at each other. "I need her and it's not..."
I fell silent, then stood up, left my phone on the desk, and walked towards the door.
"We'll talk later."
"You love her, and that scares you."
I stopped with my hand on the doorknob. I didn't know what that meant or how to digest it. I just knew I needed to have her close, even if I couldn't have her the way I wanted. I said nothing, left without saying goodbye, and didn't close the office door.
Verónica was sleeping so peacefully, reflecting an enviable tranquility, that of her pure soul. I got under the covers with my clothes on, and the warmth from her body had heated my bed. I smiled, always complaining about getting into a cold bed, now I found it warm, and like a sedative, I fell asleep beside her.
I woke up before four in the morning. Since Saturday, Verónica had been sleeping at my house, and to my surprise, nothing had happened. Now I doubted anything would. Yesterday, I left her at church, where she received her naive mass. I don't know what sense she found in wasting over an hour listening to a corrupt, promiscuous priest, who knows what else he might be.
I had to respect her devotion, after all, she had accepted me. The problem was that I struggled to accept her wasting time. It didn't affect me, and as long as she didn't get it into her head that I had to accompany her, everything would be fine.
I entered the bathroom, and when I came out, I dressed in workout clothes. I left Verónica sleeping. Rata and Cebolla were waiting for our training routine. We jogged for over half an hour around the property, then hit the gym in the back of the house, weights and boxing. It was my daily routine if I was home. We couldn't stop because of our military training withdrawals. I entered the kitchen, where Inés was preparing breakfast.
"Boss."
Cebolla called. Inés handed me a bottle of water, and I went out to talk to him.
"What's up?"
He didn't look at me, and Rata stayed on the sidelines, never taking his eyes off me. Something was up.
"Problems with the Thursday meeting?"