When I can finally see straight again, I take a breath and carefully slip off his chest and down his side. I glance up at him for permission and his tongue slides over his lower lip still tasting me.
“I’m not gonna last after that, so if you—”
“I want you to come on my tongue just like you did for me,” I cut him off.
“Fuck. Okay…” He nods and I position myself to the side, too scared to accidentally hurt his hip to climb between his legs.
His thumb glides over his cock in slow teasing strokes, and I slide my hand in place beneath it, following his rhythm until he lets me take over. Then I add my tongue, running it along the length to the tip just before I take him in my mouth.
“Holy fuck. Spitfire. Fuck.” Stuttered curses leave his mouth, and his hand grips my hair pulling me back and tightening until I can feel the burn at the nape of my neck. It spurs me on, and I take him deeper, wanting to make him come as hard as he made me.
I hear him groan as I swirl my tongue over him and then I suck harder, sliding my hand in rhythm with my mouth until he grunts out a warning. The warmth of him pools in my mouth, and I swallow down as much as I can before he pulls me back.
His chest rises and falls, a sheen of sweat making the tattoos there glisten. The last tiny bead of come forms, and I lean down to lick it up while he watches.
“Fuck me.” He closes his eyes and leans back against the pillows. He releases his grip on me, and his hands rub over his face like he’s trying to come to. Which means it’s only a matter of moments before the fantasy is over and post-accident Tobias returns. I move to stand when his hand grips my forearm. His eyes search mine for a moment like he might say something, but then they shutter again, and he lets me go.
TWENTY-SEVEN
Tobias
We don’t talkabout the incident, and she’s barely looked me in the eye since it happened. She seemed done with me even before the accident, so I don’t know how to explain the other night. The broken parts of me tell me she’s just a good girl who feels sorry for me. Who gave me a pity fuck to make me feel a little better and make up for the fact that she walked in on me. The tiny bit of my ego that’s still intact argues she got turned on by finding me jacking off to her and still wants me even though she knows better. A mutual moment of weakness.
I’m not up for discussing it with her though, and not entirely sure she’d tell the truth anyway. She treats me like I’m cracked glass that’s likely to shatter if she taps on it just the wrong way. Nervous and quiet whenever she’s around me, and even quieter when she’s in other parts of the house. I’m finally starting to feel well enough that I want to try to get around with the crutches more and not always be summoning her for something as simple as a glass of water. So I’m currently hobbling my way with the pair of them toward the kitchen.
As I get to the living room though, I pause. She’s sitting in the window seat on the far side of the room, leaning against the glass with her eyes closed. A small circle of fog where her breath hits the cold glass. She must have fallen asleep watching the rain out the window. I can’t imagine it’s going to feel good waking up in that position, so I hobble my way over to her.
“Scarlett,” I say softly, but she doesn’t wake.
Now that I’m closer I notice the little bit of drool on her lip where her head’s tilted to the side, and I grin. She looks even more innocent than normal like this. Serene even. I pause to watch her for a bit before I realize how awkward it’ll be if she wakes up like this. Me hovering over her just watching her sleep like I’m a serial killer.
“Scarlett,” I say her name louder this time, and she jolts and then blinks. She jumps back from the glass like she’s confused about where she is. “You must have fallen asleep.”
Another little jolt and she turns toward me, looking up at me as she wipes at the drool on her lip with the sleeve of her cardigan. Her gray eyes studying me and the crutches for a moment.
“Did you need something? Did I not hear my phone? I’m sorry.” She stands up abruptly.
“You’re fine. You just fell asleep, I guess.”
“Oh, yeah. I forgot my books at home.”
“You could watch TV.” I nod to the massive TV over the fireplace.
“I couldn’t figure out how to turn it on.”
“You could have asked.”
“I didn’t want to bother you. Especially if you were asleep. I know the painkillers knock you out.”
“I was awake, and you can wake me up to ask something like that. I don’t mind. I’ll show you how to turn the TV on if you want.”
“Nah. It’s okay.” She looks down at the time on her phone. “I’m going to make dinner in a few and then head out unless you need me.”
“All right. Well, I’ll show you tomorrow. You can also get a book out of the library if you want.”
“You have a library?” She looks at me curiously.
“You really don’t snoop, do you?”
