Page 19 of Beautifully Shattered (Secrets & Scars #3)

I ’m lost for words, because since… Bobbi… I’ve felt only a few emotions. Fury, grief, and numbness. But now… now for the first time since Bobbi, I feel hot, achy in all the right places, and I’m desperate for Ringo to touch me, even if I don’t know if it’s right.

The press of Ringo’s fingers to my clit has me jerking, and in an instant, I forget everything but him, me and where he’s touching me.

“I fucking love the way your body responds to mine,” Ringo rasps, leaning in, his lips ghosting over mine. “And this little button here,” he circles my clit, robbing my brain of every coherent thought, sending electrified heat straight between my legs. “It’s all mine. To touch. To lick. To suck . ”

My hips thrust forward, my lids falling shut as his words flood my mind with images that ignite my arousal into an inferno that only he can tame.

Then he kisses me.

I moan into his mouth as he parts my lips with his tongue, leaning back against the tiled wall, completely forgetting that we’re cramped in a tiny shower. Forgetting everything except the way he makes me feel.

His kiss is gentle yet devouring, much like his fingers, quickly pushing me higher.

It feels so good, heat licking over my skin as I writhe under his touch.

I surge my hips forward, getting lost in the pleasure as it draws closer to that edge that usually has me tipping over.

Only this time, I can’t quite get there.

Shit. It’s just there. Why can’t I…

I suck on his tongue, a desperate yearning inside me now, chasing that intoxicating feeling like a crack whore ready for her next hit.

‘Come on. Take me there!’ I scream in my head at my own stupid self, the sensation of ecstasy climbing but staying out of reach.

I whimper, tearing my lips from his, letting my head fall back against the wall, and refusing to open my eyes, too scared I’ll see disappointment in his.

But then I feel him shift, and my eyes spring open, finding him kneeling awkwardly on the floor.

“What are you doing?”

“Whatever I have to do to bring you pleasure, Angel,” he rasps, his lust-drunk gaze burning into me. Then his eyes drop to my breasts .

Given my short height in comparison to him, his lips are level with my nipples, and he lets out a hungry growl before leaning in and flicking his tongue over one very tight, needy peak.

I gasp, and his eyes flick up to mine like he’s checking if I’m okay with what he’s doing. When I don’t say anything, he does it again, this time, his fingers return to my clit.

I cry out, my nipples more sensitive than they’ve ever been, and he growls again, flicking his tongue faster in sync with his fingers working me between my legs.

This… this is doing something to me.

Before I even realise, my hands are fisting in his hair, gripping hard as I drag him closer, arching into him. Another low, animalistic growl rumbles from his chest, and I feel it against my nipple just before he closes his mouth around it, and then… ohhh… ohhh… he sucks .

I should stop this. I should pull back. But I can’t even think straight. Not with the friction of his fingers against my clit, and the way he draws on my nipple, his hot tongue lashing over it…

“Cam!” I cry out, breathless and desperate, my eyes squeezing shut before I force them open again, needing to watch him. “Oh my God… are you…”

I nearly scream as he sucks harder, his fingers working over my clit at a relentless pace, and in a blinding explosion that I’m not prepared for, I shatter into a million pieces in one of the longest, most intense orgasms of my life.

Oh. My…

The moment the enormous wave starts to fade, my knees buckle, but Ringo stands, catching me easily, holding me up as I bury my face in his chest.

For a long moment, I stay quiet, my panting breaths the only thing I can hear as the weight of embarrassment settles over me at what we just did.

I just… let him drink from me.

I shake my head against his chest, but his big hands come up, gripping either side of my face, gently tipping my head back so I have to look up at him.

“I should’ve asked if you were still green. I’m sorry, Angel.”

Shit. The colour system.

It’s easy to forget in the heat of the moment, but the truth is, I would have stopped him if I really wanted to. And that’s the problem right there.

What I needed to get over the line isn’t right. Is it?

“I wasn’t red.” I breathe my admission, still flushed with shame at what I just let him do.

Did he do that just for me? It obviously worked, but at what cost to him?

Does he find my boobs vulgar now? Does he think I’m disgusting?

Did my milk taste awful?

“Were you orange?” he asks, his dark eyes dancing between mine.

“Were you ?” I scoff, and he frowns.

“Fuck, no, Angel. I was, and always will be, green when it comes to you.”

Pressing my hands over his, I peel them from my face and shake my head, dropping my gaze to his chest.

“But you… that… I should have…”

His low chuckle pulls my eyes back to his .

“If you think for one fucking second that your tits and milk are a turnoff for me, then you are very fucking wrong. That was one of the hottest things I’ve ever done.

” He runs his hands over my soaked hair, his eyes piercing mine with fierce determination.

“But I probably should’ve asked first. I’m sorry about that. ”

I worry my lip between my teeth, considering his words.

If he had asked permission to… drink from me, would I have said yes?

Probably not, if I’m being honest with myself. Not because the idea of it wasn’t a huge turn on, but because… it’s wrong, isn’t it?

Right now, my breasts are a baby thing, not a sex thing… or are they?

Shit. I don’t even know.

The real question is, did I like it?

Who am I kidding? Of course I liked it. It was erotic as hell. It felt so good, and even though I felt a bit crampy, it seemed to heighten the pleasure somehow.

Jesus, I don’t understand any of this.

“I think… I liked it.” I cringe, and his brows shoot up.

“You think , or you know you did, but you’re feeling weird about admitting it?”

I purse my lips. “The weird one.”

He smirks.

“Hopefully next time, you’ll feel better about it.”

“Next time?” I squeak, and he chuckles, nodding.

“There’s definitely going to be a next time, Angel.”

“Oh,” is all I can manage, and he chuckles.

“So, I’ ve gotta tend to this.” He gestures down, and my eyes follow, latching onto his very hard dick, jutting out in front of him. “Do you want to step out and dry off while I fix this?”

“No.” I shake my head, peering up at him through my wet lashes.

He growls and grins at the same time, bracing one hand against the tiled wall over my head, his other wrapping around his thick length.

“Fuck, Angel. You give me the best spank bank material,” he rasps, and for the first time in… I don’t even know how long, a giggle slips past my lips.

As he moves his hand up and down his shaft, his eyes drop between our naked bodies, so mine follow, and I see blood swirling on the floor, getting washed down the drain.

Once again, my cheeks go up in flames. This time, from pure humiliation.

“One day, I’m gonna earn my red wings with you, Angel.”

My eyes snap to his, my lips parted, ready to protest. But the moment I see his eyes glazed over like he’s in a trance, I know there’s no way I’ll ever deny him what he wants. No matter how dirty it is.

Hell, I’m beginning to wonder if I might not be just as dirty.

That thought has butterflies surging in my belly as courage I don’t normally feel has words falling past my lips.

“Yeah? Are you gonna eat my bleeding…” I trail off, because shit, I’m not good at dirty talk. Not like him.

“Finish the sentence,” he demands, his hand working faster on his dick, his voice grittier, and his breathing more ragged.

Shit. Can I really do this? Talk super dirty and not sound like a complete dork?

“Finish it,” he hisses, his hand moving in a steady rhythm, so I suck in a breath, hoping for courage.

“Are you gonna eat my bleeding… pussy?”

He groans with pleasure, his free hand dropping from the wall and fisting my hair as he chases his release.

“Yeah, Angel. I’m gonna eat your bleeding cunt .”

I stiffen at the word I struggle with, but then quickly relax because this is Ringo, and the word means something different coming from his mouth.

It’s not an insult or used in a vulgar way, so I clear my throat and give him what he wants.

“You gonna stick your tongue inside my bleeding… cunt ?”

The word burns on my tongue, but the second I see that familiar pleasure-pained twist in his face, my shame melts.

“Fuck yes, Angel. I want you to ride my tongue with your bleeding cunt.”

Something inside me snaps at his filthy words, the image of me straddling his face flashing through my mind. In an instant, my hand wraps around the tip of his cock, feeling how hard the rim is.

I really love that part of him where the tip flares. It has my mouth watering, and I consider dropping to my knees so I can run my tongue over it.

But I haven’t done that with him yet, and the memory of the way Donny used to… nope. No way. That memory is not welcome, dammit!

Ringo’s pleasured grunt has me focusing back on him, and he moves his hand away to make room for mine, so I slide my grip lower, feeling the bulging veins that creep up his shaft.

Oh, I like those veins too .

“Grip me tight.” His voice is strained, his hand coming over mine, squeezing, making our combined grip like a vice as he takes control, pumping his dick.

“I’m gonna sit on your face.” I breathe, my voice husky, and oh my God, I can hardly believe these filthy words are falling from my lips.

“Fuck, yes,” he growls, moving our hands faster. Harder.

There’s almost a franticness about it now, his breaths quicker, the muscles coiling up his arms rigid and tense.

He’s close. So close.

I want to make him come.

“I’m gonna grind on your face and smother you with my blood.”

“Yes!” It’s a strangled sound, his head thrown back.