By Fate I Conquer: Chapter 22

I woke with Greta still in my arms, our legs entwined, her cheek on my chest. Her breathing was even and relaxed. The soft snoring of Bear filled the room. I carefully untangled Greta from me and sat up. She didn’t stir, too deep asleep. Last night must have really knocked her out. I couldn’t help but smile at the memory of eating Greta out like a beautiful treat and giving her multiple orgasms. My morning rod got even harder.

Grabbing my gun from the nightstand, I slipped out of bed. I had noticed it last night too but now I really looked at the emergency buttons all over the place. One behind the bedside table. One next to the bathroom door. I had a feeling that there would be a door to a panic room somewhere in this room as well. I strolled toward the wardrobe and opened it. Inside I found an automatic steel door in the floor. Good. I had been surprised when Greta had invited me here. But I’d never doubted that even out here she’d be protected. The fence and the two gates had been top-notch security too. Not to mention that the Falcone mansion was probably only a five to ten minutes helicopter ride away.

In the bathroom, I put my gun down on the washstand before I slipped into the shower. It took up an entire wall so even I had enough room to shower in there. A sound caught my attention and I opened the shower to reach for my gun when Greta appeared in the doorway.

I turned off the water and got out of the shower. Greta handed me a fluffy towel before she leaned in the doorway with a look of curiosity on her face as I began to dry myself off. “Good morning,” I said roughly.

“Morning,” she whispered. When my body was dry, I stayed where I was, giving her the time to figure out whatever it was she needed to figure out. She approached me slowly, scanning me from head to toe once more but her gaze caught on my cock. “I’ve never seen a man like this.”

It took me a moment to know what she meant and then my cock filled with even more blood than it already had under her scrutiny. She stopped right before me.

She peered up at me. “Can I touch you?”

I stifled a laugh. Did she really have to ask? I was burning up to be touched by her. All of my fantasies had revolved around that and around worshipping every inch of her gorgeous body.

“You can do whatever you want,” I said roughly.

“I want to touch you.”

I nodded because there was nothing I wanted more.

She pressed her palms flat against my chest then slowly moved them lower, mapping my abs before she halted and her gaze darted up to my chest. She moved her palms higher once more and brushed my nipples with her fingertips.

Fuck. My cock filled with more blood, as a wave of desire zapped through my body.

“I’ve always wondered if men liked to be touched at their nipples. If it’s a sensual place for them.”

“I never thought it was for me,” I rasped as Greta kept stroking my chest.

“I suppose most men focus on their penis. I can’t speak for all women but my nipples are a very sensual zone. I feel it everywhere if you touch me there.”

I’d take extra care of her lovely nubs later.

She bit her lip. “I’m talking too much when I’m nervous.”

“You’re fine,” I said. “And you don’t need to be nervous.”

I wasn’t sure if Greta heard what I’d said, because she was focused on my cock once more. She trailed her hands down my stomach, her fingers following the trail of dark hair going down to my erection. She began to trace the vein pumping blood into my cock from the base to the tip. I swallowed a moan, not wanting to interrupt Greta’s intense focus. Her fingers circled my tip then stroked along the bottom of it up to the point where a drop of pure lust had gathered. She picked it up with the pad of her index finger before she brought it to her mouth and tasted it.

“Greta,” I groaned. It cost me every ounce of restraint not to pull her against me, ravage her mouth and then make her mine.

Mine.

Mine. Fuck it.

She ignored me, and trailed her fingers down to my balls, cupping them. She began to massage them gently then peered up at me. “Do you like that?”

“I do.”

My voice was raw and grumbly.

“Hmm.” Greta nodded, brows puckering as if she was making a mental note. She got down on her knees but our height difference was too big. I leaned back against the washstand and got in a wide stance until my cock was at eyelevel with Greta. I wasn’t sure what she was going to do and my brain was too frazzled to think too much anyway. With Greta you could never be sure. Maybe she was just going to stare at my cock and really take it in, but I hoped she’d discover me with her lips.

Greta fondled my balls again and brought her face closer to my cock. To my confusion she tilted her head to the side and then her tongue darted out and joined her fingers on my balls before she parted her mouth and sucked part of my ball into her mouth while her nimble fingers played with the other.

“Fuck,” I gritted out, my balls jerking. I squeezed my cock hard in warning once, still shellshocked over Greta’s move and so fucking turned on, I was worried I’d spill my cum on her black crown soon. Luckily my cock got the warning and calmed the fuck down.

Greta peered up at me with interest but she kept licking and sucking my balls. Her fingers soon moved on to my thighs and ass, raking her fingernails along my skin in the most tantalizing way. She let up, moving a bit higher, her lips grazing the base of my cock.

“Do you like it?”

I gave a terse nod.

“I didn’t want to start with the obvious spot. That’s like a man who starts with a woman’s clitoris instead of working his way toward it, right?”

I didn’t have the capacity to have a conversation. “You’re perfect.”

She gave me a small, pleased smile before she looked back down to my cock. She parted her lips and cupped my tip with them, and static filled my head. Slowly, meticulously she worked my length into her mouth until my tip hit the back of her throat and she gagged. She sucked in a breath through her nose and tried to take me deeper. I gently stroked her hair. “You don’t have to take me all the way.” Very few could. I was too thick and long, and Greta only had me halfway so far. She pulled back and took a shaky breath, licking her lips. Frustration flickered on her face. “I can’t do this properly yet. I guess it takes practice.”

“Blowjobs are never proper. Do what feels right, what turns you on. Don’t overthink it.”

“I want to give you pleasure.”

“Trust me, if you’re turned on, I’m turned on.”

“Okay,” she said, and her approach changed. She was no longer thinking about technique, she was simply acting. Her tongue circled my tip, then the rim following my vein down to my base once more. She closed her eyes as she worked her lips back up again and slowly sucked me into her mouth. She established a slow, sensual rhythm, her cheeks hollowing every time she took me deep into her mouth. One of her palms fondled my balls while her other hand was curled around my cock, pumping in rhythm with her sucking. I clutched the washstand in a death grip as I watched Greta suck me off. Every time my cock parted her pouty lips and claimed her mouth inch by inch, a low groan escaped my lips.

Greta found a steady rhythm that drove me higher and higher. I cupped her head, stroking her silky hair. She cast her eyes up but didn’t slow. I was losing control. It was a new experience. For me to orgasm I had to focus on it, which meant I could usually last for a long time but seeing Greta with my cock in her mouth completely rid me of control.

“Greta, I can’t last much longer. You need to pull back.”

She smiled around my cock but didn’t pull back or slow. Maybe she didn’t understand what I meant. Fuck. It was hard to focus. I just wanted to spill into her mouth but at the same time I didn’t. “I’m going to come in your mouth. Pull back.”

Greta gave a small shake of her head and I couldn’t hold back anymore. My balls clenched, followed by my dick and then my orgasm raced through me. Greta kept sucking even as I came in her mouth, and swallowed around my tip but still some of my cum dripped out and slid down her chin before it dropped on her chest. I groaned at the sight and my cock jerked with another load.

Greta tried to swallow it too but more of it dripped out and onto her chest, then slithered below her neckline. Even when my cock had stopped twitching, she circled my tip with her tongue until I couldn’t take it anymore. She was so beautiful when she sucked my cock. I gently pushed her back until my cock slid out of her, still half erect.

Greta gave me a proud smile as I tried to catch my breath.

I shook my head. “You didn’t have to swallow.”

“I wanted to. You seemed to enjoy my taste yesterday.”

I closed my eyes briefly for a few deep breaths. When I opened them, Greta stood before me, her chin and neckline still covered in my sperm.

She reached between her legs with a hint of curiosity. “I’m wet.”

She held up her middle and index finger, which were glistening with her arousal.

“Let me,” I said. I had to feel this for myself. I reached under her nightgown, gently slid between her pussy lips and rubbed my fingers along her slit. I didn’t need to delve deep. Her pussy was sopping wet. If she’d worn panties, they would have been drenched with her lust.

“I didn’t think giving you pleasure would have such a strong effect on me, but your body is an immense turn on. Seeing it already makes me feel very hot but touching and tasting you, is so much more intense.”

I cupped her cheeks, kissed her harshly. Her direct innocence would be my death one day. With every unorthodox word out of her mouth she made me fall harder for her and I wasn’t sure how to stop it. I pulled back, not even minding that I had my own cum on my chin from kissing her.

“Let’s get you cleaned up and let me taste your pussy.”

I reached for the hem of her nightgown and pulled it over Greta’s head, then dropped it on the floor, drinking in Greta’s beautiful body. Seeing my cum on her made me feel impossibly possessive. I wanted to stake my claim on her in every way I could, in every way I shouldn’t.

I led Greta into the shower when loud neighing carried up through the window, followed by mows. Greta smiled apologetically. “I’ll have to take care of the animals first. We don’t have enough time. Maybe you can taste me later?”

I chuckled and kissed her sweetly, smiling against her mouth. “I’ll taste you whenever you want, just say the word.”

Fifteen minutes later, Greta and I were dressed and heading outside. Greta carried Dotty again and I was amazed at her strength. Maybe it was more determination than physical power. The sun was beating down on us in a typical Nevada way. Greta in a pale yellow summer dress and cowboy boots didn’t mind the heat, but me in my shirt and jeans I was already sweating, though I wasn’t even carrying the dog. She put it down in the shade beside the barn so it could relieve itself before it lay down in the airstream from one of the ventilators. Bear and Momo were running around eagerly. I helped Greta feed the horses with hay and the cows and pigs with a special mix before we opened the gates so they could rush out into the paddock. I was used to a different form of physical labor but had to say I didn’t mind this either, maybe because Greta’s enthusiasm was infectious.

Greta beamed while she watched her animals enjoy themselves. She got joy from their happiness and I from hers.

“How long have you had this place?”

“Only about a year. Dad built it for me a few weeks after your wedding.”

She rested her arms on the fence and put her chin down on them, letting her gaze glide over the area. “It still needs plenty of work so I can welcome more animals.”

“Why don’t you live here all the time?”

She blinked up against the sun. “My family would miss me.”

I nodded. It was one of the reasons why she’d said no to me. “They could still see you, just not as often.” I wrapped my arms around her from behind and rested my chin atop of her head. This felt so natural and Greta released a small sigh. “Is this about the farm or us?”

I drew in a deep breath then kissed her neck. There wasn’t us, not really. There was Cressida and me, which existed in the light, though its base was rotten and dark, and then there was Greta and me, bound to the shadows, though our bond was pure in a way I hadn’t thought possible.

“Both.”

She nodded and swallowed. “Sometimes…sometimes I regret…” She shook her head with a breathless laugh. I knew what she wanted to say. She turned around in my embrace. “How much longer until you have to leave?”

I glanced at my watch. “Three hours.”

She nodded, wistfulness filling her eyes though I was still here.

“We should make every minute count not waste it on what if’s,” I murmured as I hoisted her up on the fence. “Would you like me to taste you now?”

She nodded simply. I got down on my knees, not caring about the dirt. I lifted Greta’s skirt, revealing white panties. I kissed my way around the edge before I kissed her pussy through them. Hooking a finger in the fabric, I dragged it aside, revealing Greta’s glistening center. With my thumbs I stroked along her puffy lips before I pushed them apart to reveal a swollen clit and her tight opening. Remembering her words from earlier, I ignored her clit and began to focus all my attention on her opening, stroking, nudging, circling until she was clinging desperately to the fence, her boots pressed into the middle bar to find hold.

“Amo,” she moaned, her fingers raking through my hair. “Kiss me.”

Leaving her pussy?

“That’s what I’m doing,” I rasped, though I knew what she meant. I dipped the tip of my tongue into her before I played with her labia to emphasize my statement.

“My lips,” she said with a small laugh.

I raised an eyebrow as I peered up at her and suckled her pussy lips.

She let out an indignant laugh. “My mouth.”

“Okay,” I said with a smirk. “Just give me a few more moments.” I circled her clit with my tongue then stroked along her slit, back and forth, teasing more lust out of her. She clenched her thighs shut, her fingers in my hair tightening as her pussy spasmed against my mouth. With her thighs caging me in, her scent hit me like a wrecking ball, making me desperate for more. She shuddered violently, clinging to me for balance as she enjoyed her orgasm.

I shoved to my feet and she immediately cupped my face and almost desperately pulled me in for a kiss. I wedged my hips between her thighs, parting her wide, my bulge pressing against her pussy. I didn’t care if I got her lust all over my clothes.

She let out a breathless giggle. “I wanted to come with you kissing me, that’s why I told you to kiss me.”

I brushed my lips over her ear. “We can still make that happen.”

Her arms came around my neck and she pressed even closer, kissing me almost desperately. I wrapped my arms around her, feeling her heart slamming against her ribs, the same erratic rhythm as my own. Our lips slowed and I closed my eyes, pressed my nose into the crook of her neck. We stayed like this for a long time, wrapped up in each other. I tightened my hold on her, my palm stroking along her hair.

“I don’t want this to end,” I growled.

Greta let out a melancholic sigh, her arms loosening around me. After a moment, I allowed her to pull back.

The wistfulness in her eyes felt like a gut punch. “You have to fly back in two hours.”

“I know. That’s not what I mean. You said no when I asked you to marry me. But maybe you’ll say yes to this.”

“An affair?” Greta whispered.

I stroked her cheekbone, then her lips. “Not an affair. This is more. Fuck. I don’t know what it is. It’s what’s left of what could have been. I don’t care as long as I can keep seeing you, talking to you, kissing you.”

“Behind Cressida’s back.”

“I can tell her there’s someone else if it makes you feel better. I wouldn’t tell her a name or anything of course. She doesn’t think I’m faithful anyway. I wouldn’t care if she was with someone else.”

“That’s not what marriage is about.”

I laughed darkly. “I know.”

“So we’d meet here whenever you can carve out some time and a good excuse?”

“I don’t care where we meet, as long as we do.”

Greta looked toward the two horses that were slowly trotting our way. One of them was very thin. Another creature she’d saved. “Normally I always want to do the right thing, but with you…I think I’ll choose wrong.”

I motioned at the animals all around us. “You’re doing enough good already. Being with me won’t undo the good of your existence.”

Greta laughed. “That’s not how it works. You can’t collect bonus points so you can act wrong on occasion.”

“I always do the wrong thing so I wouldn’t know. Do you not want to see me again?”

Greta buried her face in my neck. “I miss you already. No, I can’t bear the idea of not seeing you again. The last year without you has been hard, so much harder than I thought.”

I breathed a sigh of relief and hugged her tightly again. I put my cheek down on the top of her head. We both didn’t move. I wondered what went on in her head. Was she trying to come to terms with what we’d just decided. I didn’t bother. I’d given up on myself when it came to reason around Greta.

I wasn’t sure how I could possibly make this work. How often could I disappear for a weekend to visit her? How long before someone would notice something? And then there was another thing. While I wasn’t possessive at all when it came to Cressida, the mere idea of Greta being with anyone else made my blood boil.

“I know this is hypocritical of me, and definitely an asshole thing to say, but I can’t share you, Greta. If we keep this up, I need you to be mine only. I don’t want you near any other men.”

Greta looked up and shrugged. “It seems like a one-sided deal, definitely a bit hypocritical, yes.” She pursed her lips and I was sure she’d just give up on us entirely. I knew I had absolutely no right to ask faithfulness of her, not in our situation, but it would tear me apart if I saw her with someone else. I wanted her for myself. “I don’t have any interest in other men, and I don’t think that’ll change.”

“To be honest, I’d probably kill anyone who dares to touch you.”

I was being deadly serious and she needed to understand just how obsessed I was with her.

“That’s something Nevio would say and do.”

I hated being compared to him but in this case, Greta had a point. I would turn into a raging madman if another man touched her. “Then you know how serious it is.”

Greta kissed me. “I won’t be with someone else.” With our faces still close together, she whispered, “But I don’t want you to be with anyone either…I mean…” She closed her eyes with an ironic smile. “I know you have to be with Cressida, but I don’t want you to be with anyone else.” She shook her head, her eyes still closed.

“Look at me.”

She opened her eyes, her expression pained.

“I won’t be with anyone else, and if I can avoid it, I’m not even going to be with Cressida.”

“Oh Amo,” Greta said in a desperate tone. “What kind of deal are we agreeing on here?”

“I don’t care. I just don’t care. I want you. I fucking need you in my life. This trip, it made me realize it. There wasn’t a single night in the last twelve months that I didn’t dream about you.”

She nodded, but her despair remained. “What if this ends badly?”

“What if it doesn’t?”

She put her cheek against my chest. “How could it not?”