I flung my head back, enduring his generous fingers. The current of desire climbed higher. I gripped the side of the tub. My nails dug into the porcelain as an uncontrolled whine escaped from my mouth.
“That’s it,” he said.
He thrust his fingers in a perfect motion, knowing exactly what rhythm I liked and just where his thumb needed to explore to bring me to bliss. While he pumped me with one hand, the other roamed over my chest, flicking my nipple. The slight sting on my nipple sparked the ache to climb higher. His wandering hand felt up, over my throat and up to my lips. He stuck his finger inside of my mouth, chuckling that I did not push it away. I did not care. He could explore any terrain on my body, he could go wherever he pleased, just, don’t, stop.
“Suck it.” He forced my jaw to close.
I sucked on his finger as he plunged his others into me below.
“Suck it hard,” he said. “I want an audition to you sucking my cock.” He paused and pulled his finger from out of my mouth. “I'm sorry…do you want to suck my cock?”
“Put your fingers back in my mouth!”
I took his fingers in my pussy and his fingers my mouth, drowning under the heat, the delirium. It built higher and higher, stronger and stronger.
“Now, come for me,” he ordered. He took his finger out of my mouth and gave my cheek a slap. “Come for me.”
I did.
I emitted into stars right there in the tub, losing myself, my breath sawing out of me. Withered and defeated, I lay in the bath, my legs quivering from the aftermath of the orgasm.
Dig was about to get up when I snatched his collar and dragged him to me, forcing him down. His arm fell into the tub, water splashed over his shirt.
“Gah!” He hissed from the shock of it.
I glared at him, my teeth gritting, choking him with his shirt collar. “Where do you think you are you going?”
“I was—”
“Again.”
27
I dressed in new underwear and one of Dig’s clean t-shirts and hopped into bed. Night came cruising across the windows and Dig rammed the curtains closed. I sunk into the pillows and pulled the quilt over me.
A candlelight dinner, a hot bath, two orgasms and now a thousand thread count cotton sheets… this did not feel like the Execution Battle. This felt like a spa retreat.
I wondered how Fiona and Tommy were doing. Since most of the inmates were consumed with hunting down Dig or myself, I hoped they were safe and able to make it to the suburbs on the outskirts. I needed to get to them. Dig had endless water, food, medical supplies and weapons. They were out there withnothing. Three days was enough to die from dehydration and if they were on the constant run, they needed food.
Dig blew out the candles in the bedroom, the only light came from the far window, under the curtain. A single prick of silver moonlight washed the floor in gentle dusk. Dig strolled to the other side of the bed and took off his sunglasses, setting them on the bedside table.
I squinted through the dark, unable to find any features on his face, only a faint outline of his sturdy jaw and his tousled hair. Next, he tore off his jumper, flinging it to a chair. In the twilight he twisted, and a spray of silver light shimmered over the arcs in his bare chest, highlighting dips in his muscular form.
“What are you doing?” I sat up.
“Do you want me to sleep in bed with you?” He peeled back the quilt. “Or should I sleep on the floor?”
There was a knife on the bedside table stand, weapons along his side of the floor. He had put a bell on the door so that if someone opened it from the other side it would ding.
“There’s only one bed in the apartment,” he said. “It’s safer to sleep next to each other. We’re in the middle of a battle to the death. Besides, I need to hear you if you try to sneak away in the night.”
“Sleep in the bed.” I patted the mattress. “I need you to rub my shoulder, I’ve got a kink.”
“I think you’ve got a lot of fucking kinks.”
“No, just in this shoulder.” I rotated my arm. “Do you have a silk pillowcase?”
“Huh?”
