"Do I have to?"
He caresses my jaw and then my neck with one hand while his thumb continues gently tracing my wet slit. "Have you showered since you let Nolan fuck you, or is that wet spot in your underwear from his cum?"
I know I should be embarrassed, andI am, but his words still hit me right between my legs. What the fuck have they done to me? "I didn't shower."
"Fuck, Saige, I'm melting right now. You're a dream come true; this is painful." He sighs, pulling his thumb away and holding it in front of my lips. "Suck."
I open, doing as he asks.
"I'm going to go back over there now and start on this, but when I'm finished, I'm going to be so fucking hard, and I promise you, you'll be thoroughly fucked for your service." He sits across from me, peering around the side of the canvas. "I can see how wet you are…fuck." He shakes his head. "Don't move an inch."
I keep my head turned slightly to the right like he said, peering out the window, focusing on the raindrops rolling down the glass. It makes it easier than just staring straight at him.
But when I do glance at him, I rarely meet his eyes, and if he is looking at me, it's only for a second or two.
Elias turned his music off a while ago, and now the space is far too quiet. We must be the only ones here.
"Do you think Nolan made it home okay?"
"Yeah…I'm sure he's at the gym," he says, his speech slow and tone somewhat indifferent while he focuses on his task. "Why? You like him better than me now?"
"What makes you think I like you at all?"
He scoffs. "You're funny, Ripley. But seriously—you were nice to him, right?"
"Why do you keep asking me that? Yeah, I was nice to him. Why wouldn't I be nice to him?"
"I don't know…just respect his boundaries. They're there for a reason, and most people don't."
"I didn't do anything to him, Dax."
"Well, I didn't say you couldn't doanythingto him. I just said be nice." This time when I look over, our eyes meet. "You're closing your legs; stop it."
I didn't close them; I may have moved just a bit, but it feels weird just sitting here like this for so long. "Don't make my thighs look big," I say, readjusting my legs.
"They aren't big; they're juicy. I'm going to make them look juicy."
I roll my eyes. "Yeah, okay."
"You know…" he says, still not looking up. "I can tell it's a defense mechanism, but…you…should learn to take a compliment."
I ignore him, changing the subject. "So what are you studying, anyway?"
"Finance because I have to go work for my dad, and art because I want to. But if you ask my dad, I'm just doing that to waste his money and because I think I'm funny."
"You do think you're funny."
"Iamfunny. But yeah, it doesn't really matter what I do here. I'm going to be that boss's kid who walks into a high-paying job and then whines when people complain about it and insists he got there on merit alone."
"No, you're not."
"No, I'm not; that's what my sister does. I'm going to say,Hey, that's nepotism, baby. Welcome to real life."
I shake my head. Now that is something I can see him doing.
I sit, mostly in silence, while he continues working until eventually he puts everything away and tells me we're done for the day.
"Can I see it?" I ask hesitantly. I'm not sure I really want to.
