Page 60 of Feed Your Fiends

“Please….pleaselet me drink from my cunt.”

I blink down at Gant Auclair. Gant Auclair, who’s on his knees, his black eyes wide, his features twisted like he’s in pain.

“You’re that desperate?” I blurt, and he nods, gripping my thighs tighter.

“I need it. Give me a taste, Dovey, a nibble. Help me get through the night.”

He sounds like a damn addict.

“Why should I?” I ask, still breathless, and the steam only makes it worse. I’m heaving, gasping for air to recover, and he follows the jiggling motion of my tits hypnotically.

“Because I’ve been so fucking good,” he grovels, a deep whine I’ve never heard in his intonation. “Can’t you see how much of a good boy I’ve been? How good I’m being?” His thumb swipes my clit. “My pussy’s right here, soft and open just beneath my nose, my lips. Let me lick it.”

The night’s events come rushing back, and only in Gant’s deluded brain can he think he’s ever been good. But as he pants between my legs, those eye whites visible as he gazes up at me, how can I deny my deranged little fiend?

He leans forward, his forehead grazing my pubic bone as he inhales my scent before uttering pathetically, “Just a few drops. Be merciful, Dove.”

A rush of slick makes me spread myself wider. I grip his neck and push my pussy against his lips. “Elle says you get three licks.That’s it.”

The first one is broad, his tongue splitting me but not entering. The second is a fast flick of my clit and on the third, he cheats by latching on, his tongue swiping over it relentlessly. My ass leaves the bench as his fingers grip my ass to cradle me against his face.

“That’s it, baby,” he mumbles between feral licks, completely forgoing my command. “Soak me. Let’s do it together.”

He sucks my clit while his tongue swirls it maddeningly. His fingers leave my ass to press rhythmically on my pubic bone, sinking it low even as my ass creeps higher. On the final push that anchors me to the bench, I erupt, a gush of slick rolling down my walls as something hot and thick splatters me.

The shower head drops from the bench to the floor and for one second I think it’s water shooting up onto my cheek and beneath my chin, but then I look between us at his cock. It's still jumping with aftershocks and covered in just a speck of creamy white. The rest is on the undersides of my tits, my pubic bone, my stomach. But his hands were on me the entire time. They’re still digging into my thighs.

“Hands-free?” I mutter incredulously as he rubs my stomach, spreading it like soap. I bite back a moan as he massages it over my nipples, his eyes transfixed at the creamy puffiness as he squeezes them between his knuckles.

“A first.” He’s not remotely embarrassed as he works his sticky fingers over my slit and I know if I’d let him, he’d push it inside of me and paint my walls.

“You like that visual, don’t you?”

“Of me seeping out of the deepest parts of you?Yes.All that work. All that mixing. All thatus, dripping out so we can see our efforts right on your greedy pussy. There’s no better visual.”

Tingles shoot through me all over again at his crass words, and immediately, I shut my thighs and shove away from him because I’m keeping my word to myself. I’m choosing me. Protecting me until I can separate my heart from sex, and I’d just pushed the limits. If I went further, I’d hate myself even more, and who can love me but me?

I rinse myself off and get to my jellied legs like nothing’s happened as I grab a towel and ignore his penetrating gaze.

He follows me to the vanity as I pull open a drawer and find what I hoped I would: an extra toothbrush. What I hadn’t expected was rows upon rows of skin and hair care products because they aren’t his, they’remine. They’re all the products Aria and Stassi had gifted me that I couldn’t afford, but they’re brand new and sealed. All honey and vanilla scents right down to the body oils.

I guess I really was that plain without even realising it.

“You knew I’d come?” I ask softly, not sure how to feel. On the one hand, he prepared for my arrival. On the other, he knew likehe knewI’d end back up in his arms. No matter what. And what does that say about me? That despite everything, I’m still here with him.

“I’m glad you didn’t jump to another conclusion,” he says. “Like that I’d ever invite someone else into our bedroom besides you.”

Our bedroom.

I squeeze my towel tighter and open the rest of the drawers, mostly for something to do other than falling into his eyes. There’s even makeup I’d admired from Stassi and Aria.

“Drink this before you brush,” he says as I grip the already-charged electronic toothbrush.

When I look up, he’s holding a blue energy drink. From the condensation on the bottle, it’s chilled.Is there a damn fridge in here?Then I see it, half hidden in the cabinet behind him. Each shelf is lined with chilled skincare products and drinks.

“Why?”

“We’ve been in this steamy room for a half-hour. You just had a big release and a long night of running through a freezing forest in stockings.”

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