Page 31 of Come Back To Me
“I never said I’d rather leave with other people, but they’ll know something is wrong if I don’t. I can’t keep breaking plans and avoiding everyone.”
“Is something wrong? I wasn’t aware.”
“We’ve talked about this too. You’re not . . . this isn’t normal. Me conjuring a spell to bring my husband back and you eating people. So yeah, I’d say something is very wrong. Multiple things, actually.”
“You really want me to go home?”
“Yes.”
“Then give me some of you to take back with me while I wait for the rest of you.” His words come out sharp, tangling in my ears like barbed wire.
Swallowing hard, I go quiet long enough for him to feel the need to fill the growing silence. “Let me take a little of you with me, and then it’ll be a while before I miss you again.”
Am I actually considering complying? Am I really going to let him snack on me like a fucking candy bar in the bathroom of a deli? I answer my own question by undoing my pants and sliding them down to my ankles. Eyes remaining on his, I stroke the inside of one of my thighs with shaky fingers. “Not too much “
His eyes shine with something primal. “Never too much, pumpkin bear.”
My pulse pounds in my ears as he drops to his knees. Lips turning up ever so slightly, his eyes flick up at me. He rubs his face into my groin, licking over the wet spot on my pink panties. “Did I tell you how much I love this color on you?” He lets out a low groan, brushing his open mouth over my thickening cock.
“My friends are going to worry about me.”
“That’s okay. You can make something up. What did I tell you before? Worry about you and me only right now.”
“I’m trying, but it’s hard when we’re in a public place where someone can walk in at any moment. What if someone hears me?”
“Scream quietly. Bite down on that pretty pink lip so hard it bleeds, and then I’ll be able to have a little from you there too.”
I close my eyes, breaths coming out uneven. A shiver comes over me at the touch of his cold lips on my knee. They trail up my leg, and he swipes his tongue over my sensitive skin. “Open your eyes, baby. I want you to see what I’m doing to you. Watch how good we go together. How you melt in my mouth and make me better.”
My lids slowly open, my lashes fluttering.
“That’s it. Only worry about me and you. Think about this.” I suck back a sob as his teeth pierce my skin. They’re so sharp, cutting into me deeply as they wrap around a pinch of my skin. Deep low sounds crawl up his throat as he tugs, tearing at my thigh and swallowing before taking more onto his tongue. Tears well in my eyes and I whimper, pulling my bottom lip betweenmy teeth. Blood paints his lips and he sucks on my tattered skin, licking inside the gashes. He nibbles on the soft tissue, eating a little more of the skin on the surface.
My eyes wet my cheeks, whines spilling from my lips as I bite back more screams. I’m crying so loudly on the inside, almost blacking out from the pain while also leaking more in my panties. I’m fully hard now, my cock aching for release. What the hell is wrong with me?
As if hearing my thoughts, he says, “You’re so damn perfect. So, so perfect. To think he was so close to losing all this. I was so close to losing you.”
My heart sings and I sniffle, rolling my hips with his face brushing over my cock again. He sucks my tip through my panties and pulls a bandage from his pocket. Did he plan this? No, that’s crazy. Gareth used to always carry around random first aid supplies in his pocket. Not that this was anything Gareth would have dragged me into the bathroom for. But bandages randomly on hand was a him thing.
“That’ll do for now. Just need to hold a little pressure there for a bit to slow the bleeding and we can stitch that up when you get home.”
“When I get home,” I say, voice sounding distant.
“Yeah. You’ll be fine as long as you don’t take too long.”
“Fine?” I’m missing a piece of my leg.”
“A small piece,” he says so fucking casually as he licks at me through the thin silky fabric again. I hold back more sounds that are threatening to spill out, grabbing at his hair with my fingers. “I’ll take your mind off the pain. Hopefully enough to get you through lunch.” He wraps his lips all the way around my bulge, adding suction while sliding his fingers through the side to tug on my balls.
My body spasms, already so close to falling apart from the pain and from seeing how bad he needed me—watching him chooseme. He could have bitten anyone else but chose me. He got a car and came all this way for me. For me. The words sing-song in my head as he slides my panties to the side, using his mouth and hands to drive me wild. I bounce on my feet, rolling my hips forward to plunge my cock deeper into his cold mouth.
Pulling back, he plucks something from his pocket. It’s a lighter. My eyes lift as he lifts it between us, hitting the lever. The flame waves in the air and he sticks his tongue through it. It burns, turning black while starting to heal as he sets the lighter down. Wrapping his lips back around my tip, he takes me all the way into his mouth and warmth envelopes my skin.
I sink into it, arching forward. I’m going hazy as I reach a new high. The pain is a distant memory and is replaced with explosive pleasure. My skin grows tight, my cock feeling like jolts of electricity are zapping around it. I can feel it everywhere, putting me in a chokehold. All it takes is for me to look down at his eyes darkening and mouth sliding over my skin for me to shoot my load down his throat.
I bite back more moans, my body convulsing, and I look up at the ceiling, smiling like a fucking idiot. He kisses my tip and tucks me back in. His icy tongue laps at any mess in my panties and he stands up, bringing my pants with him. The lighter lifts between us again, heating his tongue before he thrusts it between my lips. He doesn’t pull away until we’re both breathless. His lips press to my nose and he smiles. “Nothing keeps me here more than you.”
“Does it hurt when you do that?” I say, pivoting the conversation.
