I lean in closer, and I can see a bead of precum glistening on the tip. My mouth waters at the thought of tasting him, so I lick up the side of his shaft, all the way to the tip, tasting the cum on my tongue and swallowing it down. I can taste myself on him and I love the way we taste together.
I want more of it.
I bring him into my mouth, taking him as deep as I can, which is only about halfway. I slide my hand up and down the other half of his shaft but I can tell he wants more, I just don’t know what else to do.
“Open up for me, Princess,” he says as he grabs a fist full of my hair, and before I can protest, he’s slamming himself into the back of my throat. I gag at the intrusion, grabbing onto his thighs and accepting the bruising thrusts as I clench my thighs together.
He starts fucking my face at an almost punishing pace, and it’s the most delicious thing I’ve ever experienced. I can hardly breathe with the combination of him down my throat and the steam from the shower, but I don’t care. I would happily drown in this shower by his hands. At least I know it would be a blissful death.
“I’m gonna come, baby. I want you to swallow every last drop. Do you understand me?” I moan around his cock in answer and he continues to thrust deep inside of my throat. “Good fucking girl, Maddie. Hollow out your cheeks.”
I do as he says and I start to feel him pulse in my mouth, ropes of hot cum shooting down the back of my throat.
“Fuuuuuuuuck,” he groans as he slowly pulls himself out of my mouth.
I swallowed everything he gave me, as much as I possibly could, while trying not to let any of it spill out. I wasn’t assuccessful as I thought, and a small bead of cum drips from my lips. Miles pulls me up by my chin and licks up the spilled cum, following it up with a heated kiss that lights me on fire.
“You have the ability to fully fucking ruin me, Princess. I would let you shatter me into a million pieces if it meant making you happy.” He grabs me by my hands and stands, lifting me up with him. “Let's get cleaned up so we can go.”
Miles had already packedup and was ready when we got out of the shower, so all we had to do was get dressed and head out. We haven’t eaten much since last night, so we grab ourselves a quick meal at one of the local drive throughs before heading over to my place.
We walk into the dorms, and as expected, Gabby isn't here. I know she's at work so I shoot her a text letting her know that I'll be staying with Miles for a few nights, so she doesn't freak out when she gets back and sees all my stuff is gone. I still have no idea where we're staying or for how long, so I don't really know what all I should pack. I still have work and school to attend, so I pack everything I would need for those.
My phone buzzes with a new text message and I check it, thinking it’s Gabby. I’m not really surprised to see that it's Kaitlin, once again asking where I'll be staying. I appreciate that she's worried about me and just wants to make sure I’m okay, but I’m starting to get annoyed with the amount of messages I've been receiving.
“Kaitlin wants to know where we're staying. Wherearewe staying anyway?” I ask, genuinely curious.
Miles is texting on his phone and he locks his screen, shoving the phone in the back pocket when I ask the question.
“Somewhere nice, don’t worry about it.” He walks over to me and cups my face, pulling me in for a kiss. “The fewer people who know, the better. I don't want to risk the stalker finding our location. Now let’s pack your stuff. Do you have work this week?”
“Kaitlin knowing where we are isn’t going to risk our location, but fine. And yeah, I think I have two shifts at the coffee shop after classes on Wednesday and Thursday.”
“Any chance Kaitlin would be willing to cover them?” he asks, as he throws my blow dryer in my bag.
“Hey! Be careful with that! You’ve already almost broken it once and I can’t afford a new one. So unless you want my curls to look this frizzy every day, I suggest you treat that blow dryer with some respect. And no, she works both those days also, and I really could use the money.”
He chuckles at my blow dryer comment, as if I’m just messing around. I'm not, though, that thing cost more than the pair of jeans that I'm wearing so I'll make him buy me a new one if he breaks it.
“I can take care of you, Princess. We need to be serious about laying low until we find this guy. Every minute you spend away from the safe house is a risk. They could be watching you anywhere, and all it takes is one mistake. I just think it’ll be safer if you only leave when it’s absolutely necessary.”
I know he’s probably right.
But I’ve fought too damn hard for the life I’ve built to let fear take it away from me.
I worked my ass off to get into this college. I worked my ass off to earn every dollar sitting in my bank account. It isn’t much, but it’s mine. I earned it, and the last thing I want is to depend on someone else to survive. I’ll listen to almost anything Miles asks of me, but this... this is the line I can’t cross.
“My shifts are always after class,” I tell him. “I’ll leave campus and go straight to the coffee shop. I know you want to take care of me, Miles, and I appreciate that more than you know. But I didn’t get this far because someone else carried me. I got here because I refused to give up.”
I shake my head, holding his gaze. “Please don't take that away from me.”
He studies me for a long moment, weighing every possible outcome. I can practically see the argument raging behind his eyes, the instinct to keep me locked away somewhere safe battling against the knowledge that caging me would only make me miserable.
Finally, he lets out a quiet sigh.
“Alright,” he relents, leaning in to press a lingering kiss against my forehead. “But if that son of a bitch so much as breathes in your direction…”
His voice turns deathly calm, and a shiver races down my spine.
