Page 182 of Drown Like Heaven
If I was a better person, I would’ve fingered her first, or made her come with my tongue to ensure she was wet and warmed up enough for my dick. But I wasn’t a better person, and I didn’t particularly care if she came right now.
She could get her orgasms from Micah.
I spit on my palm, gave myself a few quick strokes, then started to sink inside of her. Her face crinkled with a small wince and I knew I deserved to die because I liked that shit.Good. I hope it fucking hurts. I hope you’re sore from him, but you’re letting me fuck you anyway because some part of you is sick like me.
After a minute, she was backing up into me, arching her spine, wiggling her hips to get me deeper. A harsh breath punched out of my lungs. I felt like a drug addict, needle in my arm, experiencing the goddamn ecstasy that would only ever wreck me in the end.
I knew I’d ruin my own life just to feel Dakota like this again and again and again. Her pussy, so soft and warm and tight andgoddamnperfect. Her sweet vulnerability, so breakable under my palm.
I gripped the back of her neck, holding her bent over the counter as I fucked her harder. Dakota was muffling her whines with her own palm, clenching around me, reaching down between her legs to rub her clit. I smacked her hand away.
“I’m not going to—fuck—I’m not going to come if you don’t let me—”
“Yeah.” I raised an eyebrow. “That’s the point. Do you think you deserve to come?” I asked.
She moaned helplessly, slumping her head on her bent arm.
“No,” she whined. “But I want to.”
I squeezed the back of her neck. “Greedy slut. If you want to come, call for him. I’m not gonna give it to you,” I growled. “Go ahead. Scream his name. Let him save you.”
She squeezed her eyes shut, panting hard.
“Not gonna do it, huh? Don’t want him to know another man’s got you bent over his counter right now?”
Dakota was squirming, gasping, fighting her own desire for me, for him, for whatever it was she was thinking about now. Her cheek was pressed to the cold marble, Micah’s t-shirt hiked up to her waist, cotton underwear stretched around her shaking thighs.
“Bet you came with him, didn’t you? More than once?” I gritted my teeth, hating myself for even saying it out loud.
But she didn’t answer. And I didn’t need her to, because my own orgasm was boiling in my veins, burning me up.
My balls ached and my cock throbbed, Dakota’s hair so silky and splayed out on the counter, her little waist flaring into her perfect hips, my thighs hitting the backs of hers as I pumped into her. She felt how I wished Heaven would’ve felt.
I pulled out and came all over Micah’s t-shirt, striping the cotton with pulses of my cum. Dakota’s eyes were wide withpanic, and maybe a little hatred towards me, but I didn’t care. If she was going to choose him over me, she could explain to him why my cum was all over his shirt.
She stood up, pulling up her panties, glaring at me.
To my surprise, she yanked the shirt off over her head without a second thought, now standing almost entirely naked in front of me. Small and bare and soft and soangryat me.
I almost wished Micah was here to see this. See how she trusted me, even though she shouldn’t.I knew her first.
She slammed on the sink, then dunked the shirt under the stream of water, saturating it and scrubbing out the cum with her hands, rubbing the fabric against itself. Then she pushed her palm on the knob to stop the sink running, wrung out the extra water, and went to the back door.
Without hesitating, she unlocked and opened it, then stepped out onto the back deck.
Micah didn’t really have neighbors, not ones that could see into the back yard anyway, but I didn’t really like Dakota being so exposed in plain sight. I grabbed her arm and yanked her back inside, then went to hang the shirt over the railing myself.
The night was cool, a hint of the coldest months already creeping into the air. Stars glittered above me, the trees lining the property silently swaying on an invisible breeze. I slopped the wet cotton over the railing, flattening it out, then stalked across the deck to the back door. I wasn’t sure how she expected to explain it to him in the morning, but that wasn’t my problem.
When I went back inside, I caught sight of Dakota disappearing back upstairs, still topless.
Fuck her.
Fuck him.
Fuck everyone on the fucking planet.
I hoped he’d eat her pussy when she got back in the bed, hoped he’d taste me there. Since he liked the taste of me somuch, he could lick it out of her slick little cunt while he judged me for not making her come myself.
