Page 45 of G.O.D.S Omnibus

Nothing more needing to be said, he slips a condom on and pushes into me. I savour the moment, just for a second, before he hooks my leg over his shoulder and increases his pace. Surges of pleasure roll through me every time he hits deep. I never knew pounding the same spot over and over could cause such overwhelming bliss.

Davis has certainly mastered the art of cervix stimulation; my whole body starts to tingle and shake as this feeling builds and builds. I have never felt anything so mind-blowing. His strokes are long and fast, the sensations pulsing and spiralling out from my core until I detonate like a nuclear bomb, arching my back and screaming his name.

My orgasm the green light to focus on himself, Davis vigorously pumps inside me until he groans with his ownrelease. As soon as his dick finishes pulsating, he rips himself off me, storms into the bathroom and slams the door.

My phone pings from the floor. I fish it from my pocket and quickly get dressed.

Case

Are u okay???

Me

I’m fine but can you come get me from Davis’ house?

Case

Sure, I’m ten minutes away.

Davis still hasn’t emerged from the bathroom, so I scour his room for a piece of paper and a pen. Lucky for me, he has just that on his bedside table.

You could have just asked me to leave

Davis is still hiding out in the bathroom as I quietly trek downstairs and make my way out to the main gate, and it doesn’t take Case long after that to pull up. He jumps out and races around to open the door. I love looking at him the most, with his ripped skinny jeans, loose singlet top showing off all his tattoos, his leather wristbands, and silver rings lining his fingers.

“My lady,” he says while I slip into the passenger seat.

“Thanks.”

He races back around to his side and jumps in, “Hitchin’ a Ride” by Green Day blasting through the speakers as we take off. He reaches over to turn the stereo down.

“Wanna talk about what happened up there?” he asks, looking straight ahead.

“Nothing really happened. We screwed, then he ran to the bathroom like a little bitch. It was just sex—he could have at least taken me home or called me a ride.”

“Maybe he thought you would be a stage five clinger,” he jokes, and I whack his arm.

“Me, a stage five clinger? I think you all forget it is you guys that won’t leave me alone.”

“That is very true. So what are your plans for the rest of the day?”

“I have to feed Rathew, but other than that, nothing.” I sigh, watching the world stream past the window.

“Rathew?” he asks, curiosity bleeding through his voice.

“Yeah, the rat I rescued from Laughn’s house. He just whacks them and throws them in.”

Case laughs hysterically. “You stole snake food and named it Rathew?” he finally wheezes out.

“Sure did,” I reply with a grin. “I keep him in a storage box but need to get him a proper cage.”

“Well, how about we go shopping for a rat cage and maybe you could dye my hair for me?”

I glance over at him; he could afford a hairdresser. “Sure, if you trust me enough.”

“I trust you more than you know.”

“This Ain’t a Scene, It’s an Arms Race” by Fall Out Boy starts, and I lean over to turn it up as we head towards the highway. Both of us belt out the lyrics and laugh as we screw them up numerous times.

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