Page 54 of Fighting for You
“Definitely not. But,” I say, bringing my hands to her sides to pull her away again. “I have to piss. And I need to step outside for a second.” She immediately pouts, looking down at my lap then back at me. “Then,” I continue, “I think we should continue this in the shower.”
Her face lights up again as she crawls off my lap. I get up from the bed, stretching my hands over my head. I lean down and grab my cigarettes from the drawer, pulling one out and placing it behind my ear. Margot’s face scrunches up from the sight, but she doesn’t comment on the nasty habit.
As she walks around the bed and passes by me, I spank her ass lightly, making her jump. She looks over her shoulder, her face morphed into shock. “Get the water warm for us, baby.”
I’m standing on the warped deck in my parents’ backyard, leaning on the questionable railing, smoking a cigarette, and staring at the text Cary sent me last night. I’m not sure I was convinced he’d actually come back. I’m happy for Thea though. I just hope he doesn’t fuck it up again. I feel like a hypocrite at the thought, knowing I have a woman waiting on me just inside the sliding door whose heart I’ll surely break.
“Fuck.” I stub out the smoke on the railing just beside me. My fingers finally move to type out the text I should have sent to Cary last night.
12/21 9:03 a.m.
Me:Thanks, man. Sure thing, glad to hear you’re back.
Delivered
I don’t waste any more time with my thoughts as I walk back inside to find Margot. She’s standing in the bathroom, fully naked, and staring at the sharpie tattoo I drew on her arm. I step up behind her and place my arms around her middle as we gaze at each other in the mirror.
“Come on.” I take her hand and pull her toward the shower. Opening the door for her, I lead her in, then shed my boxer briefsto join her. The water is just right, and seeing the way it clings to Margot’s skin has me hard again.
Safe to say Margot has surprised the fuck out of me. She always seemed so innocent, I never expected this. Never expected her to not only keep up with me but demand even more. I pull her over to me, pushing her up against the wall of the shower as the low pressure water hits our legs. My hard cock presses into her stomach as I lean my body into hers. Running my hands up her sides to her chest, I cup her tits in my hands, kneading them as I run my tongue along the seam of her mouth.
Just as I go to pinch her nipple, she grabs onto my arms, turning us so I’m pressed against the cold tile now. “Damn, Freckles,” that’s all I manage before she’s dropping to her knees in front of me. For a man who feels like I always get the shit end of the stick, I’m reveling at the sight before me.
She runs her hand up my shaft, sliding her finger through the slit at my tip, gathering the pre-cum there. I bite my lip in wonder as she brings the finger to her mouth and sucks it clean. “Fuck, baby, you’re so fucking hot.”
She smiles then wraps her mouth around me, making me question my reality as she does. I still can’t get over what’s happening. This still feels like a dream. One I hope I never wake up from.
As she glides her tongue along the ridges of my cock, her teeth graze the top. Full body shudders take over as I try my best not to come in her mouth at the feeling. “Goddamnit, Margot, what’re you doing to me?” My voice comes out husky as she laps at my tip, her hand following the motion all the way from my base.
Looking down at her, I watch as she squirms. “Are you wet for me, baby?” She bobs her head on my dick, answering my question without words. “Play with yourself while you suck meoff.” The demand is just as much for me as it is for her. Watching Margot do dirty things is heaven on Earth.
With another swipe of her tongue, my release builds. “Yes, baby. I’m so close.” The world stops around me as she pops off of me, a cold chill running through me as she does. “Wha—”
“I want…” she starts but stops herself, keeping her eyes on the ground.
“What do you want, Margot? I’ll give you anything right now.” I laugh, knowing it’s the fucking truth.
“I want to hear you beg.”
Oh.
She looks sheepish like she’s surprised even herself with her request. I’m starting to think this is a side of herself she’s been too scared to voice before me. And normally, I wouldn’t let a woman control me in bed. Shit, I’d never beg for a woman’s touch, let alone the permission to come. But for Margot? For Margot, I think I’d do just about anything. Begging being just the tip of the iceberg. The thought scares the fuck out of me but not enough to stop.
“You want me to beg, baby?” She nods her head as she looks up at me through her lashes. “Wrap those beautiful lips back around me then.”
She bites her lip for a moment then pulls me back into her heavenly mouth. I bring my hand down to her head, wrapping her curls around my fist as she takes me deeper than before. “Yes, baby. Deeper, please, fuck.” She holds me there, choking on my cock, tears falling from the corners of her eyes as she does. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, Margot.” I pull her off by her hair, and drool falls from the corners of her lips. She brings a hand to wipe it away, but I grab it before she can. “Leave it.”
I push her head toward me again, her mouth opening instinctually. “Do it again, so I can come. Please, baby, I need it.” My words spur her on, and her hand shoots down to her pussyagain. I run my fingers along her scalp, letting my nails dig in a bit as I do. I can tell she likes it by the way her movements stutter.
“I’m close again, baby. Let me have it this time,please.” I’m not even begging because she asked. It just feels right. In a way I’ve never experienced. In a way that’s fucking terrifying.
She starts going faster, everything feeling sloppier in the best way possible. “Can you come with me, baby?” I ask the question knowing she’s got to be close as well. The movements of her hand are becoming jerkier with every second.
I hold her head in place as her throat swallows around my cock, I’m on the precipice, and I might die if she stops before I’m falling over the edge. Orgasm denial has never been my kink, but I can admit her stealing my last one is making this one feel essential to keep on breathing. I know she’s open to me coming down her throat based on last night, but I want to paint her in my cum. I want to watch as it glides down her tits and perky nipples. I want to see her covered in me.
“Fuuuuck. I need… I’m gonna… please,” I can’t get my words out, and I know I’m not making any sense. This is what she does to me. “I need to… fuck,” I try again. “On you, baby, please, can I?” I have no idea if she’s even listening to me, let alone understanding whatever the hell just came out of my mouth. But at the last second, when I know I’m about to explode, she pulls off of me and looks up expectantly. “Thank fuck.”
I close my eyes allowing my release to wash through me. The water is still splashing around us as ropes of my cum land on her beautiful skin. Only when I feel like I’m almost finished do I peel my eyes open to look at the masterpiece in front of me.
