touch me, reset me, go.
That’s what these orgasms are for?—
to get off, drift up, detach.
But the second his fingers leave me,
I’m not fixed.
I’m suddenly too fucking soft for him,
too needy and...his.
‘Cause he saw the spiral before I did,
reached in,
and gave it a heartbeat and feelings.
when I was supposed to be numb and floating.
He brings his soaked fingers to his mouth?—
And I stop him, grabbing his wrist.
“No,” I say, pulling his hand toward me.
“You don’t get to keep that.”
Then I dip his fingers into my mouth before he gets the chance.
He watches,
jaw tight as I suck them slow and dirty.
Until my sweet taste’s been erased from his skin.
“Don’t get this confused, Drew.
“I let you get me off this time, but this?"
I drag his fingers across my bottom lip.
“This isn’t yours.” My eyes drift between his. “I’m not yours.”
His breath hitches, crushed as he fixes my panties. “Bold as hell, comin’ from the girl draggin' me in and suckin' her own climax off my fingers."
He nods, eyes flicking back to my mouth.
“Taste like denial, Sonny? Or the truth?"
My brow lifts,
a small laugh leaving me this time.
“Bold as hell, comin’ from the guy who wanted to keep me away from Vice tonight.” Then I smirk. “So here’s an idea—let’s pretend you did.”
He stands taller, eyes worried, confused.
