I press on the back of his head to direct his mouth to my tit. “W-what?”
He gives my nipple a deep, deep suck. “In your pussy.”
I pant, my nipple sore from his suckling, yet not sore enough. “Y-yes.”
“You took it, baby?” Another deep,deepsuck. “The pills.”
Last night before he dropped me off, he gave me an Advil. For the pain. Which I thought was useful because I did feel soreness where there shouldn’t have been. But then, he also told me to take another one today just to be safe.
This, I thought was excessive and I let him know it.
But like the bossy control freak that he is — which let me just say is so surprising when it comes to him and his bad boy ways, but it turns out he’s a control freak when it comes to me — he put his foot down, and since I was so heartsore at saying goodbye to him, I agreed.
And I took one. Well, two. Because he asked me to take two.
Which is the only thing I remember doing throughout the day.
“Uh-huh,” I reply, moaning. “I did.”
“Two?”
“Yes,” I say impatiently.
He bites my nipple slightly and rewards me with a, “Good girl.”
I arch my back some more, preening under his praise. But to my acute disappointment, he stops sucking.
Panting, I ask, “What happened? What…”
He groans and drops his head on my chest. “Fuck.”
I tug on his hair. “What’s wrong?”
He rolls his head, his breaths puffing on my heated skin. “Shit. Fuck.Fuck.”
“Reign, talk to me,” I insist, cupping his stubbled jaw, making him look up
His eyes are all pained and dilated. “Don’t have it.”
“Don’t have what?”
“The condom.”
“What?”
His jaw moves beneath my fingers. “Don’t have it on me. I didn’t…”
Oh no.
Shit. Stupid condom.
I know I said that he needed to wear a condom last night. But the thing is that…
My thoughts come to a halt when he goes to move away from me and automatically, I cling harder onto him. Automatically, I wind my arms around his neck and my thighs around his hips, and hold on.
I’m not letting him go.
There’s no way.