I sink my teeth into my bottom lip, trying not to move. All I want to do is lift my hips and shove myself right into his mouth. The ache is unbearable. He blows against my clit, only making it worse.
“Fenton,” I whimper. “What are you doing?” I dig my fingers into the sheet as my whole body starts to throb with need.
“I’m checking to see how sore you are.” His mouth brushes my clit, his warm breath tickling me as he slowly sinks one finger inside me, making me moan. My hips rise off the bed. “Fuck. How are you tighter? You’re going to kill me.”
“Do something,” I start to beg.
“You’re swollen. I can’t take you, but I can make it better.” Before I can ask what he means, his tongue comes out and circles my clit.
“Yes,” I breathe out as he starts to stroke me with his tongue. He pulls his finger out, but I don’t get the chance to protest because he immediately sucks my clit into his mouth. He gives hard pulls as he flicks my clit back and forth. I’m on the edge of an orgasm when he pushes a finger into my ass, shoving me right off that cliff.
“Fenton!” I scream out his name at the unexpected amount of pleasure that consumes me. So many emotions hit me as he milks my orgasm from me, leaving me breathless. How the hell does this man know exactly what I need?
I look down when I feel him press soft kisses on each of my thighs. I expect him to crawl back up my body, but he doesn't. Instead he rests his head on one thigh as he strokes his fingers gently up and down the other.
“Aren't you going to…” I trail off. He lifts his head and gives me a serious look.
“You’re sore. I’m not going to hurt you.”
More emotions bubble up inside of me. So many it starts to choke me. I’m really starting to understand what people mean by being careful what you ask for. I wanted to feel something, and now it’s all too much.
“Stop it.” I sit up, needing to get away from him. If I don’t get myself together, I know my emotions will get the best of me.
This was only supposed to be a moment of fun with this man. That’s what I told myself. He was supposed to fuck me. Make me feel good and then leave. Not be all worried about me in this way. It’s too much. I have to get out of here.
It’s then I see a few small spots of blood on the bed mixed with his cum. I don’t know why seeing it makes things dawn on me that should have an hour ago.
“You didn’t use a condom,” I point out as Fenton sits up too. Every inch of him is on display. How the hell did his cock fit inside me? No wonder I’m sore.
I can’t help but wonder if he will talk crass about this with his men later. He’s made comments about me before. Jokes about if I was bare down below or not. Now he knows firsthand. Will he report back the information? Another tidal wave of emotions hit me.
“I didn’t.” He smirks. He makes a grab for me, but I barely dodge him as I make my way out of the bed.
“Sole.” The smirk drops from his face, and I can see worry settle in. “Get back in this bed,” he orders.
“Fuck you,” I shout back before I run for the bathroom. He gives chase. I barely make it in time to get the door shut and locked behind me. I’m shocked it doesn't give with the force he hits it with.
It was a stupid move. That door will never stand a chance against him, and I know it.
4
FENTON
Ican’t read her. One minute she’s coming and calling my name, the next she’s locking me out.
“Sole, open the door.”
“No.”
I force myself to take a calming breath. If I don’t, I’ll turn this door into splinters. “Why not?”
“I need to think.”
“About me?” I ask.
“Get over yourself.”
“Never.” Just like I’ll never get over her. She’s mine now, no matter if she tries to run. I own her, just like she owns me.