he made me feel those past five days. This is the feeling I want to keep. This is how I want to feel.
I lick my lips again at the desire that won’t stop building between us despite my efforts to chase it away or ignore it. Maybe it’s stupid and naive of me, but...I believe him. I believe that something came up, and he tried to come back to me but couldn’t. I believe that he’s sorry. I just hope he doesn’t break my trust again.
“You make a pretty speech, Rookie, but I doubt you’re talented enough to follow thr—”
My words cut off with a yelp as his head suddenly dives between my thighs. His tongue takes a slow, rough swipe from my pussy to my clit, a growl coming from his chest when he tastes the cream already gathered there.
He spreads my lips with his thumbs and stares at my pussy like it’s some treasure he just found. I watch him lean back in and wrap his full lips around my clit, sucking on it rhythmically until tingles start to move through my body. He pulls off my clit with a pop and starts to mouthfuck me like he’s lapping up his favorite dessert. His tongue pierces inside of me like it’s ready to pin me in place and lick me dry.
“Psh, you call this pussy-worshipping?” I say breathily. “I’ve had, like, way better,” I lie, my weight turning to jelly on wobbling feet.
He pulls my injured leg up and rests it on his shoulders, spreading me even wider and making it all the easier for him to consume me. He nips at my clit, and I whimper in pleasure, unable to swallow it down fast enough. The sound spurs him on, and with another growl, he doubles down on his efforts.
“Oh!” I cry out, my hands coming up to help support me; one hand lands in his hair and the other at his neck.
His head bobs as he dines on my desire, and I don’t fight the urge I have to squeeze his neck. Slipping my hand around him, I feel muscle and tendon beneath my hand as I grip at him, and it’s impossible not to appreciate how strong and powerful he is. And yet, he doesn’t fight this little show of mine for dominance. I love the sensation of my fingers digging into his windpipe. And surprisingly, my dominant hold on him seems to make him even more vigorous. He pushes against my grip, as if wanting me to squeeze even harder.
I do, and he groans, and then he latches onto my clit and begins to suck with more vigor. I let out a gurgled, choked-off scream, my head tipping back against the wall. My hand tightens around his neck again, before I drag my fingers up, letting my nails scratch him, marking him like he marked me.
Sliding my palms up, I bury both hands in his wet hair and guide the pressure of his face against my pussy. He’s giving me control while also giving me pleasure. He’s on his knees, taking my small digs of pain, while dishing out nothing but laps of pleasure. So damn sexy.
I orgasm on a withering sigh, one that rumbles up from the base of my tail and echoes out of my open mouth. My entire body shudders, and my knee gives out. My body is lost to pleasure and refusing to hold me up any longer. Rook once again catches me in his arms, and he holds me as I quake and quiver and ride out my orgasm.
Holy climax, that felt good.
Just like that, my anger gives me the peace out sign and walks off bow-legged, done for the day. Rook’s lucky he’s so good with his mouth.
He stands up with me in his arms and shuts off the shower before stepping out of the stall, our bodies leaving a puddle of water on the floor. Rook wraps me up in a scratchy, overly-bleached towel, his hands reverent and methodical as he sweeps off every bead of moisture collected on my skin.
“You look beautiful when you come, Sunrise,” he murmurs as he squeezes the towel around my dripping hair. “Sit. Let me look at your leg before you get dressed.”
I sit down, and we both grow silent as he looks at the cut on my thigh.
“You should be okay, but just in case, I’m going to wrap it and give you an antibiotic that should take care of