I’m thrilled to please him this way. He’s made me come with his mouth on me more times than I can count, and I’m ecstatic to return the favor.
He’s close. I can tell from the change in his stance, but he pulls out instead of letting me swallow, pinching the end of his dick.
“Not this time,” I growl, swatting his hand away and taking him back down my throat.
Things change. He doesn’t stay quiet.
“Fuck, baby. God, yes. Suck me off. So fucking filthy. You want my cum?”
I nod as best I can, more than the water dripping down my body, making me slick in the middle.
“Don’t waste a drop,” he grunts before his dick pulses against my tongue. The saltiness of his seed hits the back of my throat, and on instinct, I swallow, doing it over and over until he’s done.
He staggers back, falling from my lips, but he has a better recovery time than I do, because he’s on me in a flash, pulling me to standing and ripping open my blouse, pulling down the cup of my lace bra and sucking my nipple into his mouth.
The man is like a caged animal getting a taste of freedom for the first time in his life, and I’m so glad to be the lucky girl under his tongue right now.
Talented fingers ruck up my skirt, both of us ignoring the sound of busting stitches as he gets it high enough on my hips to access my core. With my panties pulled to the side, he slams two deliciously long, talented fingers inside of me.
He grins against my nipple with the inhumane sound that escapes my throat, but then his mouth is on mine, uncaring that he can probably taste his own orgasm still on my tongue.
Fingers work inside of me, a thumb playing with my clit as he kisses me, and before long, I’m exploding too. He doesn’t back away until he makes sure I’m steady on my feet. We smile at each other, his thumb caressing my cheek in the way I’m starting to crave.
“Hi,” he whispers, his voice husky and pleased.
“Hi,” I say back, smiling like a love-sick puppy, wondering if pushing for round two right now would be too soon.
He helps me strip out of my ruined clothes, but he doesn’t wash me the way he did the night I was terrified after being chased. He lets me take care of myself while he tends to his own needs. All too soon, the shower is over, and he’s turning off the water and stepping out.
“Sorry the bathroom is so small,” he says after bumping into me for the second time as he tries to dry off. “I bet you’re excited for all of this shit to be over with so you can have your own space back.”
The towel in my hand freezes as if I’ve been struck.
If there was ever any doubt that he’s ready for this to come to an end, his words are the confirmation I need.
I don’t answer him, but he also doesn’t seem to be looking for a response as he finishes drying off before walking out of the bathroom.
I take my time, applying lotion and brushing my teeth, praying he’s asleep by the time I’m done.
He isn’t, and there’s a smile on his face, like he didn’t just say something that cut me deep as he lifts the sheet off of his naked body, inviting me into his bed.
Obviously a glutton for punishment, I don’t hesitate to crawl in beside him. I allow myself the warmth of his body as I curl into his side. We were falling asleep with him lined up behind me but decided the night before last that it’s better to just start the way we’re going to end up by morning.
His heart is strong and rhythmic against my ear, and knowing that no part of it belongs to me threatens to make me cry.
I tell him goodnight, squeezing my eyes closed as he draws circles on my naked back.
The affection he so easily gives without commitment makes me realize I’m no closer to having something I never thought I’d want than I was months ago.
Hopefully, before I wake up in the morning, I can convince my heart that this has always just been a little bit of fun while everything else gets sorted out.
I fall asleep in his arms, wishing for the first time that I wasn’t in them.
Chapter 31
Legend
I know the bed is empty before my eyes even open, but alarm bells don’t go off. She’s been here for the better part of a week, and this isn’t abnormal. In the days since the court hearing, she’s been out of bed long before I wake up.
Faith, despite the holidays, always gets up early. Other than her first night here, she’s up right with the sun. I can tell today is no different but staying here while she’s somewhere else in the clubhouse is like torture.