spurts on my tongue and at the back of my mouth, I exploded, moaning hard around him. I shook underneath his hard frame as his thrusts into my mouth slowed.
Coming down from that explosion and…experience with Ashton, I tried gathering my thoughts. Was I okay? Did I make a bad decision? Would this come back to bite me in the ass? I tried to think of every humiliating scenario. The only thought screaming in my head was this boy was turning me out, and I was okay with letting him. This couldn’t be normal.
It was reckless.
And I don’t think I cared.
I pushed open the side door, carrying our luggage inside. With the swinging of my neck, I invited Tori inside my home with a hoodie covering much of her face and her hands buried into the kangaroo pockets. I did catch when she pulled it back just slightly to take in the space. The kitchen was dimly lit but its features, including the generous expanse of the room, were clear. From near the wall, next to the door, I could see Muriel left late-night snacks for me, being the nurturing soul she was.
“This way.” I tossed my chin ahead to one of the three entrances.
She obeyed, moving ahead while scouring all she could. Crossing the hall to get to the rear staircase, we met a height-deficient, pug-looking vampire standing in a robe, holding a mug. He startled Tori, who hesitated before taking the first step.
With a nod, he greeted, “Sir Ashton, guest…”
Exhaling, I cut around Tori and hit the stairs. “C’mon.”
I heard her feet pounding the staircase behind me. We trekked up to the third floor. The bedroom doors were open, recess lights low. I traveled into the closet, where I dropped our bags on the island and kicked off my sneakers.
“Get comfortable,” I called out to Tori, who I knew was standing in the middle of my bedroom, feeling amazed by the size and grandeur of it.
I figured if I didn’t address the house, she’d move on and just ease into the night. It was after two in the morning, and I knew the girl had to be exhausted. Not slowing, after passing from the closet to the bathroom, I set the water on and to a fair temperature. A grin lit my face when I saw extra bath towels and feminine toiletries inside the shower. Then I began to strip out of my shirt and tank, tossing them on the closet floor. As predicted, Tori was still in the middle of the room, hands still tucked in her pocket. I grabbed her up in a bear hug and carried her inside the closet, where I removed all her clothes and shoes. I joined her in my birthday suit then walked her inside the bathroom to the running shower.
Unsurprisingly, Tori was tense. Her spine was just as stiff as her chocolate nipples. So after quickly washing myself, I soaped a sponge and rubbed her down. She sucked in a breath at first but didn’t object. After hosing her down with one of the detachable faucets, I fell to my knees, hooked her thick leg over my shoulder, and ate her pussy.
Tori’s body was stiff again, but after a few seconds of sucking on her clit, she relaxed into it. Not too long after, she was pumping into my face and swallowing back hard moans. She knew I hated that shit. I figured I’d have another talk with her about it. For now, I’d let her blow in my mouth to loosen her into a restful state.
Her grunts and grip on my head as she came made my fucking dick throb so hard it was uncomfortable. Her clasp slackened when she was done and when I swiped my tongue firmly across her clit, the way she pushed me away told me she’d had enough. One of the hardest tasks in my life was turning away, leaving her to finish washing. I brushed my teeth while waiting for my erection to die.
What a fucking charge…
Twenty minutes later, I rolled the blanket and sheet back for Tori to get into bed. She was typing away in her phone as she sat on the mattress, then stretched out. I wondered who she was so heavily engaged with, then I didn’t. Tori was not Aivery. Most importantly, she was not mine. Even if she was mine, Tori wasn’t shady.
“Can I get you anything to make you comfortable?”
She murmured, “I’m thirsty. You think there’s juice