a bedroom and into a small private bathroom. I don’t get the chance to see anything really, just the tight lines of his jaw as he clenches it at me.
I don’t know why he’s so fucking pissed at me. “I’m sorry I came here. I should’ve just-”
“Shut the fuck up, Angel. Just shut up. Get your ass into the shower and rinse the fuck off.”
I frown at him but he doesn’t move, just stands there in the doorframe with his arms crossed over his chest until I give in and strip down. He’s seen me naked… almost, but I still blush over it. I duck my head under the spray of water and rinse off quickly, hesitating over whether or not I should use his soap.
“Hurry up and get clean. We need to talk.”
Great.
He’s got that whole caveman thing going on again. I didn’t even do anything wrong!
I scrub down, trying not to breathe in the scent of his soap, vowing to myself that I’ll take another shower the second I get the chance. The smell of him makes my chest ache in the worst way. I don’t know when or why he’s gotten his claws into my soul but he’s in there so deep I can’t dig him out, no matter how hard I try.
I rush through the rest of the shower, worried about what the fuck he’s going to do once I’m clean. Throw me out in the street naked, probably. That would be fucking shameful but at least I could make it over to Poe’s house and beg her for something.
She’d also probably come over here and stab Tomi for me.
That makes me feel a little better.
I shut the water off and pull the curtain back, holding it over my body. “Can you pass me the towel, please?”
He just stares me down like he’s playing with me, baiting me into breaking the fuck down.
Fine.
Like I care that he’s going to get a look at my tits and the brand spanking new wax job I did last night. It’s not like he hasn’t seen it all before.
I step out and reach for the towel, my skin burning where his eyes drag over every inch of me. I hear him curse under his breath but I don’t give him any more of my attention. I’m not playing into his games… well, not any more than he’s forcing me right now.
His breathing is still fucked up, his chest heaving as he takes in every inch of my skin that’s on show. I don’t… hate the feeling. I’m not trying to get away from his touch so I guess that’s a win.
“Drop the towel.”
I swallow but my hands move at his command. My body is still wet, the droplets covering every inch of me making my skin prickle with cold.
“Get on your knees.”
Oh God, I can’t live this down again. I can’t suck him off again and go through the aftermath.
“Do it right and I’ll eat your pussy so good you’ll come harder than you ever have before.”
I swallow.
I’ve never come, not once in my life.
I can’t stand touching myself, not even now that he’s been having this effect on my body. But… fuck, I’m already here. I’m already naked in his bathroom with the whole party out there being disbanded thanks to his temper over me being here.
The damage is already done.
I sink down to my knees on the bath mat, my hands already moving behind my back.
“No, you do it. Unzip my jeans, remind me of what that mouth of yours can do.”
I stare up at him but he isn’t smirking or showing any emotions at all. He just stares down at me through his hooded gaze until I reach forward and do as he says. His cock is already straining behind the zipper, as hard as stone and leaking a little when I finally get my palm wrapped around the girth.
It feels even bigger in my hand, the blood red color of my nails stark against the soft skin and veins. I lick my lips before I suck him down, and he takes a fistful of my hair, shoving his hips forward to slam his cock all the way down until I'm forcing my gag reflex down and swallowing to take him further into my throat.
"This fucking mouth. I could fuck it all goddamn day, fill your belly with my cum and just keep going until you're fucking stained with me. Fucking ruined."