Chapter 4 Rise of a God 4

Lola

I was halfway across the marble lobby and heading towards the garden when Dion’s fingers closed around my wrist. Just one look at him and I needed a drink more than ever. His eyes darkened, and the tip of his tongue played with the ring in his lip. For a second, I was mesmerised watching it move up and down.

What he had done in the ballroom, what I had let him do while I was sitting next to my brother, was so out of character for me it felt like a dream. A dirty, delicious dream.

“Hi.”

“Hey.” Dark grey eyes skimmed down my body, lingering a little too long on my breasts. He licked his lip again. “Where are you going?”

I motioned with the hand he wasn't gripping in the rough direction of outside. I hadn’t been lying when I had told Louis that I needed some air. Dion had almost made me cum in front of everyone without even touching my bare skin. “To get some air,” I finally managed.

“If you go out there alone, someone is going to try it on. You don’t want me to get into a fight over your honour, do you?” His eyes darted around, making sure that no one was paying us any attention. No one was. The staff all seemed busy doing their own thing and everyone in attendance was back in the ballroom. 

Without waiting for my answer, Dion pulled me after him, leading us towards the elevators. “I have a better place where you can catch your breath, Lola. If that’s really what you want to do.”

The metal doors slid open, and he pulled me flush against his body the second they shut. I was powerless to stop him, not that I wanted to. I had never wanted a man the way I wanted him, and even when I knew sleeping with him would come back and bite me in the ass at a later date, I couldn’t help but rub myself against him. arching myself into the hardness of his body.

“I thought you wanted to protect my honour, Dion?” My giggle was short-lived, broken by a moan when he gripped my ass hard and squeezed.

“From the other assholes, not from me.”

“What about Louis?” If my brother even suspected I was doing this, then he would hit the roof. He had warned me how much his band mates slagged it about in a long lecture, complete with disgusting pictures he had plucked from the internet. It had come complete with insinuations that they all had numerous diseases. I had no doubt he had given them all the same kind of warning about me. Hopefully not with the disgusting slide show.

“What about your brother?” Dion’s lips brushed against my jaw, muffling his words.

“If he finds out,” I moan again, seemingly unable to help myself.

“Are you going to tell him, Lola? I’m not going to. We are two consenting adults. What happens between us in no one’s business but ours.” There was a gravelly sort of desperation in his voice. One that hit me straight in the lower stomach.

Dion Granger wanted me. 

Me.

The thought made me almost giddy, and I clung to him, my fingers digging into the black material of his tux.

“Unless you don’t want to do this?”

“I want to. I just don’t want to fuck things up for my brother.”

“Oh, Peaches, the only Michaelson sibling that’s going to be fucked tonight is you.”

I blushed at his words. There was such a filthy quality to him. It was more than just the words he used; it was his very tone. Like velvet brushing against my skin. His words caressed the same way his eyes undressed me.

Somehow, we made it to his hotel room without being seen. It took maybe twenty seconds, but it felt like forever.

“Fuck, I’ve wanted to do this since the moment Louis introduced us.” The second the door closed; Dion was on me, pressing me up against the door. His mouth was hungry on mine, his hands suddenly everywhere. The neckline of my dress was tugged down, baring one breast before Dion’s dark head ducked down, his lips drawing the pink point of my nipple into his mouth and flicking across it.

I cried out. My hands tangled into his hair as he worked my nipple with his teeth and tongue.

“You want more, Peaches?”

I could barely mumble my reply. My head fell back against the door as the first waves of bliss swept across my body.

“Lola?” Sharply, he bit down. The sudden pain only added to the pleasure that was gripping me.

“Yes!” Crazy or not, this was going to happen. I wanted it to happen. Needed it. “God, yes, please, Dion.”

“Good girl. Hold on.” I didn’t have a chance to work out what he meant before he was dropping to his knees. He disappeared under my skirt and, in seconds, his face was pressed against my sex, breathing me in. I could do nothing but claw at the wooden door at my back.

With one fluid movement, he slid my panties down my legs. I lost it the second he touched my naked skin. The tip of his tongue drew a lazy circle around my clit. With a chuckle that vibrated through my body, he sucked it between his lips.

“Oh, God, oh, God!” I’d figured he’d be good. You didn’t get the kind of reputation Dion had with the ladies without knowing your way around a woman's body, but no amount of stories could have prepared me for the things he was doing with his mouth.

“Not God, Peaches. Although I don't mind if you call me one.” My body clenched as one thick finger pushed inside me. The heavy silver rings on his fingers brushed against my outer lips, adding to the raw sensation.

My legs almost gave out, but, somehow, I stayed on my feet. His hands on me helped. One screwing in and out of me, the other tight around my hip as he ripped my first orgasm from me.

“Lift your skirts up. Let me look at your face.” He growled out, and I quickly moved the long skirts out of the way. I was panting, waiting for him to stop what he was doing to my body so I could come back to earth. He didn’t. Dion didn’t give up his slow agonised assault on my body, and I quickly crested again. That time, I couldn’t hide from him. His cloudy grey eyes bored up into mine as he gave one final long lick against my pussy.

I shuddered.

“As sweet as your lip gloss.” He climbed to his feet whilst my eyes were still shut. When I opened them, his face was just inches from mine. “I could do that all night long.”

I sighed happily, but didn't say a word. It felt like I would never come down to earth. Sweat beaded my brow and slid down my face. I was pretty sure I’d bitten off all of my lip gloss in a futile attempt not to scream out.

“Me too, but we don’t have time. People will be wondering where the hell we are.”

“Let them wonder, Lola. I’m not done with you yet. Not by a fucking long shot.”