I didn’t understand it, couldn’t explain it, but I figured some things didn’t need to be reasoned or defined.
They just were.
She was addictive, and she’d just reeled me in.
Hook.
Line.
And sinker.
INESSA
I felt certain they knew,even though they couldn’t. They couldn’t know, could they?
I mean, it wasn’t possible.
Sure, my cheeks were pink, but they just looked like I’d put a little too much powder on, and while I felt sure I stank of sex, it wasn’t like they were sending me knowing looks.
If anything, they were focused on my throat, which made me nervous, because I thought they were looking for the bruises my father had given me.
Only when I excused myself to the bathroom did I realize why.
As I stood there, in my new family’s restroom, I had two predicaments.
A hickey was the first. A big one. It was splotchy too, and there was no amount of foundation or concealer that was going to hide it. Plus, they’d already seen it, so what was the point?
I cursed myself for not checking in the mirror before I climbed out of the car, but to be honest, I’d been so out of it that I hadn’t even realized we’d arrived at the house.
Eoghan had…
Fuck, was this what sex was like? Was it always this way?
His fingers had been between my legs even as he’d driven us here, and his cum, as it left my body, he’d rubbed it into me, swirling it about my clit, sending sparks of pleasure and pain through me.
I’d been ready to fuck sooner than was physically possible, but he’d tapped my pussy with slick fingers and said, “Until later. Don’t wash this off. I want to be inside you all afternoon.”
The thought was beyond intense, but I actually needed to pee, so wasn’t sure how I was supposed to keep ‘him’ inside me while I really needed the bathroom too.
It was impossible, right?
Went against the laws of gravity?
But it made me hot, and I was tempted not to pee to keep him inside—hence the second predicament.
To pee or not to pee, that was the question.
He’d raised his dirty fingers to his lips and had sucked them clean, all while I watched, and somehow, that was the hottest thing of all.
I got the feeling that if we’d been home, he’d have eaten me out, which should have been gross, but wasn’t.
Nothing we did was.
And that was how he made me feel.
Like all the filthy things I wanted weren’t filthy. They were normal.
I’d always gotten turned on at strange stuff. Getting off in front of Maxim was sexier to me than him actually touching me.