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Gripping my roots, he forces my head farther back. He works his hand down my face to wrap around my throat. He doesn’t apply any pressure, but I don’t need it. I’m scrambling for my dick the second he has me in a chokehold.
“Are you going to come?” he asks, an almost mocking lilt to his voice. “Make a pretty mess on the counter you’ll clean up with your tongue?”
I meet his eyes in the mirror, and the smoldering and dangerous haze of blue I see is enough to push me over the edge. With a cry so loud I’m sure I’ve woken up the building, I comeall over the edge of the counter. The aftershocks strike me and cause me to twitch as I try to catch my breath.
“N-No more…” I beg when he continues to fuck me gently, but still with long, purposeful strokes. “I c-can’t…”
“It’s okay, sunshine.” He pulls the toy out and dumps it in the sink in front of me. Lifting my weak and boneless body up, he lowers us onto the floor. “You did such a good job.”
He positions my back against his chest and wraps his arms around my middle. Resting his chin on the top of my head, he starts to hum. The sound soothes me and helps put a stop to my lingering shudders of pleasure.
“Wow,” is all I can say.
He brings one of my hands up to his lips, and I can feel the smile against my skin. “Yeah. Wow.”
Despite the lackluster words, I can sense how pleased he is. Except— “Wait, you didn’t come,” I say, turning to look at him with wide eyes. “I can?—”
He shakes his head. “No, sunshine. This was for you. I’m good. I promise.”
I want to push, to make myself useful, but I’m just too damn tired to listen to my brain. Instead, I whine and reach up and behind us until my fingers touch my notebook. I bring it down and take the pen from the cover so I can write on an open page.
MUST FUCK ME LIKE HE HATES ME.
“That’swhat’s going in there?” he asks through a small laugh.
“Yeah,” I mumble shyly, tucking the closed notebook against my chest. “Because after…”
I trail off, but he doesn’t have to say it for me to know he understands.
Because after, they’ll hold me like they love me.
Like they ever could.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Skylar
“Please, please,please.”
Shaking his head with a sly grin, Cassius chuckles. “No.”
“But Cass…” I whine, again showing him the bright pink helmet in my hands. “It’s so pretty. Please, can you take me for a ride?”
It’s unfair that my best friend just bought the hottest motorcycle on the planet but refuses to let me ride it with him.When he turned up with it a couple of days ago, out of the blue, I was shocked. Cassius doesn’t exactlylive life on the wild sideand had never expressed any interest in getting one. When I asked, he said he was‘feeling it’and I was a little shocked that my hyper-planning best friend would do something on such a whim. However, the first time I saw him coming up our street, mounted on the back of a sleek black motorcycle, getting my turn was the only thing I could think of.
“How am I supposed to get to work, huh?” I huff, throwing a hand in the air.
“Use the van,” he says as he fishes his keys out of his pocket.
My eyes dart to the other side of the garage. Oh,yeah, the insanely drool-worthy soccer mom van that used to belong to both of us but is now solely mine. “Please, it’s just one ride.”
He sighs as he stuffs the handlebar into his backpack. “It’s not safe, sunshine.”
“But you ride it!”
“So? I’m risking me, not you.”
I open my mouth to bite back with another stubborn comment, but my lips twitch into a smile instead. He really can be just the sweetest muffin on the entire planet. I drop the helmet gracelessly, and throw myself at him, nearly causing him to tip over the bike. He wraps his arms around my waist as I cling to him, so fucking grateful that I have him in my life.
