“You,” he said to Roan. “I told you to quit coming on my sheets.”
“Don’t blame me.” Roan stretched like a lazy cat. “She did it.”
“Then, she’ll be punished for it,” Cairo replied, peeling my hands off. “Let’s go. I worked all week to get everything ready for you. You can finally move out of this room.”
Cairo stepped out, holding the door for me to follow.
I quickly grabbed a shirt and baggy sweatpants from his closet. Cairo led me down the hall. If he felt my eyes drilling a hole in his head, he didn’t give a sign.
“I’m going to class tomorrow,” I said. “I can’t miss any more.”
“Your lockdown is lifted. You can come and go as we please.”
“What does that mean? That I need your permission?”
“You catch on quick.”
I grabbed his shirt, stopping him before the stairs. Cairo twisted, gazing down at the appendage holding him back and wondering what the hell it was doing there.
“Why haven’t I seen you all week?” My grip tightened. “Are you mad at me?”
“Shouldn’t I be?” He gestured to the bruise on his forehead that shifted away from purple and blue, and was now a sickly yellow.
“I did what I had to do to get away. You would’ve done the same.”
“The lists of things I’m allowed to do without retribution is much longer than yours.”
“That’s a ridiculous double standard.”
He laughed. “Isn’t it?”
I pushed down on my temper. “You can’t just take someone’s virginity and then ignore them for days. Who taught you manners?”
“No one, sadly. Daddy worked all day. Mommy ran off.” Winking, he grinned. “You know how it is.”
“Then, you need someone to teach you.”
“Oh?” Cairo advanced on me, flattening me against the wall. “Are you going to teach me manners, Rain?”
“I’ll give it my best shot.”
He nipped my lips. The quickest kiss—over as soon as it started. “You first,” he said. “On your knees.”
“Kiss me first. Properly.”
“You don’t give me orders.”
“Please.” I kissed the corner of his mouth, chin, nose, and everywhere. It wasn’t too much to ask that the man who claimed more of my firsts than he was entitled to, should give me a single kiss that wasn’t forced or stolen. “Please, Cairo. Kiss me.”
Cairo complied. He swiped the roof of my mouth. The tickle made me start, and he caught my tongue on its skittish retreat, drawing it back to play.
I untethered from him, breathless and dizzy.
“Ugh,” he said, dragging me down to earth. “You taste like Roan.”
“And you know what he tastes like?” I flung.
“I know I told you to get on your knees.”
Sliding down the wall, I landed softly, crossing my legs at the ankles.
“Truth is, I have missed you.” Cairo brushed my mussed hair from my eyes. “Been thinking about nothing but that tight pussy. You know, it took me a whole day to finally wash your blood off my cock. What can I say? I’m a sentimental guy.”
Cairo caressed my mouth. “We didn’t get to finish what we started. And these tasty lips have been begging for me. Haven’t they?”
I bobbed my head.
“Aching for me to force through your lips, and fuck your mouth till you choke on my cock.”
I nodded harder.
“Say it,” he ordered.
“I want you to fuck my mouth, Cairo,” I said it, though it heated my skin. “Make me... choke on your cum.”
“Hmm. Well, if you want it that badly, I can’t do it. Why should you be rewarded after this?”
He motioned to his bruise, and I understood at once what he was driving at.
He wants me to apologize. Beg and plead for forgiveness after he had me like an animal in the woods.
I lifted my chin and took Cairo’s thumb in my mouth. I looked him in the eyes as I swallowed him, pulling back with a pop.
“You probably shouldn’t,” I said, “since I’m not in the least bit sorry. But we both know you will because you can’t resist this mouth. It’s in your dreams, Sharpe.”
He released a low, labored hiss. “Fuck, the things I’m going to do to you.” Cairo leaned down and poured the words directly into my soul. “I’m going to tear you apart.”
I rose up, seeking his kiss. Cairo was gone.
“But not today,” he said, descending the stairs. “Some other time when you’re not covered in the blood, sweat, and cum of another man.”
I bit my lip to pen in a harsh response. Cairo gleefully announced I’d be their shared treat, but somehow, I was also being punished for it.
Get used to it, Rainey. They rigged this game for you to lose. Every move would always be the wrong one. Every word a mark for sentencing.
“Till then, I’ve got this little lovely as the perfect ringtone.” Cairo held his phone over his head, playing it as he descended. “I want you to fuck my mouth, Cairo. Make me choke on your cum.”