His Mafia Prince
Chapter 175: This Is What You Came For

Chapter 175: This Is What You Came For

(WESLEY)

"Yeah, not sure I give a shit what Miles wants." Jericho’s fingers curl around my wrist and he tugs me closer to his body. I know that I should fight him, fight these feelings, but I can’t bring myself to do that. The warmth and hardness of his body makes my dick harden. He smiles at me and I notice that he is no longer as sad as he was when I first came in here. He looks alert, more like a predator on the hunt. "I’m only interested in what you want, Wesley."

I hold his gaze and my pulse picks. I’m no shy virgin. I know exactly what he wants and if I don’t get out of this room, I’ll probably give it to him. More because I want it too. Ever since I set my eyes on him. I have always wanted him. But I know better than to try and pursue things with him.

So, where has that resolve gone?

"Come on, Wesley. Let’s just enjoy each other. Fuck Miles and what he thinks. I want you, and I know that you want me too."

"I...I just came here to check on you." I say quietly, my gaze pinned on his plush plump lips. Fuck. I want to know what they taste like. I want to give in to him. It has been forever since I slept with anyone. Jericho is probably the sexiest alpha I’ve ever met. It makes sense that I desire him this much.

He raises his hand slowly, pausing when I glance at it out of the corner of my eye. When my gaze returns to his, his hand keeps going, caressing my cheek. "I want you, Wesley. Don’t worry about Miles now. Give in to what you know your body wants. I want you too."

I don’t doubt his words for a second. My lust overrides my warning bells. No tiny voices are screaming in my head that he is lying about wanting me.

A wave of relief pushes me forward. My lips crash on his, trying to communicate every single feeling that I couldn’t find the words for. He groans into my mouth, spurring me to kiss him even harder. He breaks away to gasp in a breath.

I should tell him to stop, tell him I’m on the clock and that this is wrong, but instead I find myself slipping my arms around his neck and moaning into his mouth. His excitement spikes as I give in and his hands roam my body.

I’ve no more than grabbed my slacks when his hands come down, stopping him.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" he whispers.

"Yes, yes I want to."

"Because it will give you pleasure or because you think it’s what you want?" he asks.

That feels like a trick question and by the time that it even takes me to process it, his hands are already roaming my chest.

"Have you ever experienced pleasure, or it has always been just for the alphas?" he asks, trailing his fingers on the side of my face. His thumb slightly brushes my lower lip downwards, ensnaring his gaze.

I don’t have an answer to that. Hell, I’m not even sure that I can speak now. Everything about Jericho is so poised, so smooth and effortless that it is hypnotic. In answer to what he asked me, I think I have, well if orgasms count. Up until that moment, I would have said yes. But the way he asked it, the say his gaze stuck on mine, I have a feeling that the answer is a certain no. "No."

"Okay, let me show you." He whispers, his lips hovering mine.

I’m too dumbstruck to respond, so all I do is nod.

He slips one arm around my waist and the other strokes the back of my head holding onto my neck and pulling me closer. His tongue sweeps over his bottom lip before he finally slants his mouth over mine.

It is just a mere kiss but it’s so fucking sensual that I almost melt into a boneless heap right there. Even when his tongue slips between my parted lips, it isn’t demanding or rushed. He kisses me like he has all the time in the world, like this is all he has ever wanted to do. And by God, I let him.

The hand that held my waist slips under the hem of my shirt and grazes across my ribcage up my back. He curls me up, cuddling me into him. All I feel is Jericho, his arms holding me, his sweet velvety tongue, his hard body pressing against mine. His scent. His gasps―every part of his fitting into mine like a puzzle. I should feel trapped, caged in, suffocated even. How his touch makes me feel safe is something I can’t bring myself to understand.

He pulls away for a bit, tugging off my shirt and tossing it to the side. One hand holds my jaw again only to shift it to the side just so his lips and tongue can free reign on my neck and shoulder. He guides me exactly where he wants me without being rough or demanding. He knows exactly where he is going and isn’t asking for directions. He hasn’t even touched my crotch, yet here I am breathing and gasping like some fucking virgin any time he grazes my skin or kisses me someplace new.

His fingertips skim down my bare torso. He dips his head, dragging his lips across my nipple. He sucks on it gently until it beads hard on his tongue while he toys with the other. The way his teeth and tongue coordinate a heat rush, I can only imagine what they feel like farther south.

By the time he moves on, I’m practically panting. I’ve never been one to beg, but I’m so fucking close to doing it. I need him to touch me if only to put me out of my misery.

Like he is reading my mind, his hand sweeps over my cock, bringing me a slight relief. He grasps it firmly over my pants and rubs his palm up and down, cupping my balls through the fabric. I hold his face and kiss him hard, grinding myself against his palm. But that just won’t cut it. I want more. I need more. Even if I have to take it myself.

He indulges me for a bit before pulling back to soften my attack on him.

Everything Jericho is doing to me is slow. Torturous. When he kisses me again, deep and unhurried, I’m certain that I may come any minute now, which is crazy. Kissing alone has never turned me on this much. It is something that I did just because it came with the territory. But with Jericho, it feels different. I get butterflies.

Jericho kisses, sucks and licks each of my fingers with painstaking precision. He works his way into my inner wrist, kissing them too. Right when I was sure that I was going to blow, he stopped and changed tactics, putting his attention on parts of me that I wasn’t even aware that I could get turned on by.