The sound of Chloe’s voice halted my reminiscing. She was sitting up slowly, a haze in her eyes, and muttering, “What just happened?” as she took in her surroundings.
I smiled her way and poured a large amount of coconut water into a cup for her. She was stretching her fingers as if trying to get the feeling to return to them when I reached her. I stilled at the sight of her in my sweater, mascara smudges beneath her eyes, her hair out of place and frizzed in the back from where she’d been laying.
Seeing her there, in all her raw glory, remembering every noise she’d just made, every look of her scrunched-up face, her biting her lips… she was stunning. My stomach twisted at how vulnerable and exposed she was right at that moment, how beautiful it was seeing her in such a bare state.
I extended her the drink without saying a word and then sat on the coffee table in front of her. Her fingers were shaking upon taking the glass, and I bit back my amusement as she gulped the liquid down, holding the cup with two hands. A dribble of water made its way down her chin, one that she didn’t bother to wipe off when she relaxed back in the seat, her cup sitting lightly between her bare legs.
I reached for her foot, pulled her calf into my lap, and began massaging it while she collected herself. Her eyes closed, flinching every so often with my kneading fingers, and I thought she might fall asleep right there. But after a few moments, she finally rolled her neck, cracking it, and her heavy eyes opened to meet mine.
My lips dried at her satisfied gaze. “Okay? I managed.
“Great,” she replied as she took another sip of her coconut water. “I think I’m still coming. What did you do to me?”
I chuckled under my breath and pulled her other leg into my lap. “Baby, I’m just getting started,” I promised.
A small smile rose on those pouting lips as she sat up and took her leg away from me. I reached forward instead and wiped the mascara that had streaked beneath her eyes, and she looked like she might laugh.
“I’m a mess, aren’t I?” she asked.
“You’re fucking gorgeous,” I said without hesitation, barely hearing my own voice.
Our eyes locked, and that knot in my stomach tightened. Her doe eye dilated, a faint blush on her cheeks, and for a split second, I wondered why the compliment seemed to still her.
“What?” I asked.
“Nothing,” she said quickly. She looked down at her drink, her hair falling over her face, and with a bite of her lip, she leaned toward the table and grabbed the bag of candy hearts.
“I believe it’s your turn,” she said, dangling it in front of me. “Choose them while I learn how to walk again.”
I chuckled as she rose to her feet, her balance wavering slightly—enough that she grabbed my shoulder as she passed by—and she made her way to the kitchen. I couldn’t stop myself from watching her walk and then bend over into the fridge to grab something from the inside.
A string cheese stick.
She grabbed a couple of them, munching on one, and made her way back to the couch as I moved onto the cushions where she had just been sitting.
“Go ahead, Cupid,” she teased. “Let’s see how you play.”
I pulled the first heart from the bag.
MAKE ME CUM
She made an ‘ooo’ noise, her mouth full, and she sat sideways on her knees beside me. I laid the candy heart on her thigh and pulled out another.
BEND ME OVER
“That one is for me,” she said, her arm linking around my neck, nails scratching lightly on my neck. Goosebumps rose on my skin with every scratch. I could barely concentrate on taking another heart out. I had to resist the urge to grab her by the waist and yank her onto my lap.
I forced my hand into that red bag one last time and took out another candy heart.
RIDE ME
“Fuck yes,” Chloe muttered. Her hand landed on my inner thigh, her lips brushing my jaw. She slowly stroked my leg before reaching around for my hand and placing it on her thigh. My eyes fluttered at the pressure of her hand through my pants, and with every movement, I squeezed her body tighter.
“You don’t want a break?” I asked, noticing her still-trembling thighs.
“I’ve wanted you inside me since the elevator,” she admitted, making the hair on the back of my neck stand. “And I always get what I want—“ she shifted, her breath tickling my ear as she whispered, “Even from gods.”
I nearly fucking lost it.
