Page 47 of Provocation
Like he’s being pulled by some unseen force, he grabs my ankles and pulls me down the covers to him. His eyes search mine for a second, making sure I want this, and then he thrusts inside of me roughly. He’s almost as big as that toy and the exquisite stretch has me pushing closer, trying to get more of him. He folds my legs back, holding the backs of my thighs as he quickens his pace. He fucks me hard and fast, pressing against something inside me at this angle that has my breath stuttering.
I come again. It’s not as explosive as the last one, but it’s just as wonderful. It rolls over me like a cloud, making my fingers and toes tingle as my body undulates helplessly under him. He closes his eyes and his body jerks, shooting ropes of cum deep inside of me before rolling off me and collapsing beside me.
His arms immediately pull me close so that my head is on his chest. His heart thuds hard against my ear and I can’t help but close my eyes.
‘I’m sorry I told her about Sauvage without discussing it with you guys first,’ I hear Mav say.
‘I’m not,’ Shade rumbles. ‘You were right to. She should know. I hate it, but she needs to be aware of the dangers.’
‘Did you guys know she could squirt like that?’ Blake murmurs.
I feel Shade sigh under me a little. ‘Go make sure there’s a couple fresh towels in the bathroom, would you?’ he says instead of answering.
‘Okay, but I want to?—’
I hear the buzz of a phone, and I crack one eye open in curiosity. Maybe it’s Mav’s brother with the results of the first test of Envy.
But it’s Blake who has his phone out. I don’t know who it is, but his expression goes from open and excited to drawn and shuttered in the space of a second as he looks at the screen.
‘I have to go.’
He leaves the room quickly.
‘Who was that?’ I ask, drawing back from Shade so I can see his face properly, and I catch him and Mav sharing a look.
I have a good grasp on their tones, and their expressions now, but these speaking glances they give each other elude me. I mean, how are they communicating with their eyes? Fucking telepathy?
‘It was no one,’ Mav says, ‘just school stuff.’
How could it be no one?
‘On a Sunday night?’ I ask.
‘Yeah, a project he’s working on.’
‘Oh,’ I say, laying back down on Shade, pretending I accept their answer.
But I don’t.
My stomach does a nasty flip. What if, when he told me he didn’t have a girlfriend all those weeks ago, he wasn’t telling the truth? What if he’s going to see another girl? Why else would he need to leave so quickly if it wasn’t someone telling him to come now?
It could be wrestling.
But it’s Sunday night. Nothing happened on Sunday nights and why would they lie to me? My eyes narrow. If I’m punished for lying, they should be as well. Otherwise, it isn’t fair.
‘Do you want a quick shower?’ Shade asks, clearly thinking I’ve moved on from our conversation.
There’s nothing I can do about it now, I rationalize, so I leave it for now and give him a cautious nod.
My body feels floaty and exhausted, but also sticky. I rise, sitting up and feeling my head swim. Giving it a second, I blink a few times and yawn as I get to my feet.
‘My legs feel like Jello,’ I say, shaking them out a little.
Shade smiles. ‘Well, you did come like five times, and that fourth one was pretty intense.’
I nod, blushing a little as he leads me to the bathroom. Shade puts my hair up with one of my scrunchies, so it doesn’t get wet again, and we get in together. He soaps me up like Mav did earlier and I smile a little at the thought that I’ve had two showers today, and I didn’t wash myself in either of them.
But I’m sort of glad he does it for me as the thought of doing anything but standing obediently still and moving only when asked makes me feel even more tired than I already do.
