I jerk against the wall, holding the back of her head for dear life and dimly marvelling at the silkiness of her ginger waves, as I helplessly start to fuck her mouth, unable to stop. She lets out a smug murmur, and her head bobs with even more enthusiasm, working with me. She’s pulling out my entire damn soul.
Surely she knows by now that it’s already hers.
For long moments she keeps going, and I keep fighting to stay quiet. And it’s nearly impossible. It feels too good, so good I can hardly stand it. Eli’s voice gets closer, and I clap a hand over my mouth to silence even the unstoppable panting as best I can. He sounds like he’s heading for my door, and she won’t stop, and Ican’tstop, I can't hold my hips still, they just keep going…
And just as I decide Eli’s just going to have to see everything and just deal because there’s no reason good enough to call a halt to this bliss, he makes a few sounds and heads away again. My head is buzzing too much to be able to make words out ofwhat I heard, but it’s like hewasgoing to come in, but someone stopped him.
Thank fuck for that.
And then she sucks me even harder, damn near viciously, to bring my attention back to her, and I go past the point of no return.
“I’m gonna fucking come,” I whisper to her as a warning, but I’ve started shooting into her mouth before I even get to finish the sentence. It’s no problem not making a sound, because I couldn’t make one if I tried, my whole body rigid and my teeth clenched against a silent shout. My eyes screw up so hard it hurts, and my vision takes forever to go back to normal as the wrenching climax eases.
Sadie looks up at me and wipes her lips clean with one finger before sucking it. “Good boy, staying quiet,” she smarts off, and I can’t help it. I fall to my own knees in front of her and hold her as close as I can, dick still out, caging her head in my hands and marvelling at the beauty of it.
I will never have enough of this woman. No measure of time, no intensity of any fuck, could ever be enough.
But I’m going to enjoy chasing it.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Sadie
Aw, shit.
That horrid stinging cramp in my gut has started up, rumbling and demanding my attention when I listlessly pick at my toast the next morning. It’s a warning sign I know all too well. To make sure, as if I even need to, I try to read something on my phone, and it’s like my brain has forgotten how, the words distant and unreachable.
Looks like I didn’t avoid that migraine after all.
Gary squawks. “Fucknuggets,” he declares, making my skull vibrate sickly.
“Fuck off,” I whimper, and then coo at him apologetically when he lets out an affronted cry. “I’m sorry, darling.”
“Cock,” he says, sounding conciliatory. He knows I didn’t mean it.
My contraceptive implant keeps my cycle light, even makes me skip a period every so often, but it does nothing about the menstrual head nukes I get about seven times out of ten. If I take my sumatriptan soon enough, I can head it off at the pass,salvage the day with nothing more than low grade dizziness and fatigue. But when I fumble my handbag open to find nothing in my meds compartment, I realise I never managed to get my last prescription refilled due to a national shortage of one of the key components of the drug. I close my eyes, wanting to cry. I think the sumatriptan shortage is still a problem, and without it, I’m looking at twenty minutes, half an hour at best before I can expect to be blinded by aura and have pain so intense that if someone offered me a gun, I’d put it to my head and pull the trigger.
I call my doctor asking for an urgent telephone appointment, and by some miracle, they have a backup locum doctor available for me within ten minutes. When I explain the situation, he takes pity on me and prescribes me an alternative, together with a new prescription for a drug designed to prevent the migraines from ever happening, to stop it in its tracks at the first threat of one. I might try it, but to be honest, I just said yes to anything he said so that he’d get the prescription emailed over to the pharmacy.
Unfortunately, the jagged silver lines start zig zagging across my vision before the call ends. It’s too late. All I can hope for now is that the meds reduce the pain.
Trouble is, I don’t really feel well enough to walk to the pharmacy to get them. I can’t see clearly enough to get there.
Leo. He’s always been happy to help me before, and I can’t imagine he wouldn’t now that we’re…involved.
He answers on the second ring, which is a mercy because the sound is painful. “Hi, gorgeous.”
“I’m having a migraine,” I mumble, rubbing my eyes even though I know it won’t do any good. “I’m out of my meds, can you please - ”
“I’m on my way.” He hangs up, and before I’ve finished trying without success to text Em so she knows to rebook my appointments, he’s tapping on my door. The sound feels likeit’s being tapped directly onto the surface of my brain meats. I open the door, the hammers on my skull intensifying, and the next thing I know, I’m lying on my bed in a haze of pain, the cool pillow cushioning my poor head, with Leo telling me not to worry and that he’ll take care of it all for me.
Leo
My time to shine.
While I carried her to her bedroom, she managed to mumble out something about her prescription at the Tesco pharmacy. Covering Gary’s cage with his cloth to keep him quiet so he doesn’t hurt her with his cawing and profanities, I head out, a man on a mission.
I’ll admit I derive a certain amount of pleasure from telling the chemist that I’m picking up a prescription for mygirlfriend.
