Chapter 13
Phoenix
“Can I touch you?”
I swear to god, I’ll never forget those words. Not the way she said them, so soft and unsure, like she didn’t know she was speaking to a man who’s been starved his entire life for her hands.
Of course the answer was yes.
It was always going to be a fuck yes.
And now I’m ruined.
It was phenomenal, life-altering.
The second I started coming in her hand, I knew nothing else would ever come close.
“Do you have anything here so I can clean us up?” I manage to ask, barely.
“Not in here, but there are bathrooms.”
Bathrooms.
Away from her.
Absolutely the fuck not.
I’m not leaving her,not yet.
Her bottom lip is red and swollen from where she caught it between her teeth, her legs are still trembling, and my cum is wet and glistening on her fingers. And in the quiet that follows, realization hits me that my girl just let me have another piece of her.
I pull off my hoodie first, dragging it over my head, then strip away the T-shirt beneath it until I’m left in just my gray sweats. The material clings to the tip of my still semi-hard cock that’s pressing up past the waistband, but I don’t look down. I don’t adjust myself because, right now, the only thing I care about is the way her eyes are moving over me.
She’s not looking at my cock. She’s looking at the ink covering my chest and the way it cuts across a body she’s never seen this bare before.
I bunch up the T-shirt in my hands, and her gaze finally lifts to meet mine. “Can I?”
She nods, and that single dip of her chin has me sinking to my knees in front of her without a second thought. I start at her ankles and work my way up slowly. She’s letting me take care of her, and fuck if that isn’t more dangerous than anything else we’ve done tonight.
I reach the inside of her thighs, and her bare cunt is right there.
Pink.
Wet.
Mine.
Still swollen from what I did to her.
My mouth waters, my pulse goes ballistic, and temptation slams into me. I want to press my tongue into her and lick up every drop of the orgasm I wrung from her. But the moment has passed, and I have no idea what the rules are for pussy-eating immediately after causing a god-tier explosion.
Screw the rules.
You don’t take, you don’t get.
If she wants me off, she can shove me away.
I drag the shirt down the front of her thighs before running my tongue along the seam of her pussy. Her whole body shudders, knees nearly buckling as she clings to me for balance, and I indulge her by doing it one more time.
