Page 69 of Collateral Claim

Other men have eaten me out before, but not like this. Most of them used their fingers. Endo doesn’t. He presses his stubbled jaw against my opening and moves his head in a way that makes his face rub against my pussy. Folds, opening, clit, everything. Endo uses his entire face.

I bite my arm and try to hold off my orgasm for as long as I can, but Endo laps at me, sucks, rubs relentlessly. He rips a scream out of me as my body releases an orgasm. It’s a forceful one, and I’m sure it will drip on his tongue. Served just the way he ordered it.

Aftershocks rock me.

My legs shake as Endo laps me up.

“Please, no more,” I say.

Endo bites my thigh.

Bastard.

He puts my underwear back on and closes my legs, then crawls up my body. He straddles my waist and grips the headboard with one hand to hover over me. It’s dark, but I know he’s watching me as he jerks off.

“Did you like that?” he asks, his voice cracking.

I nod.

“I can’t hear you.”

“Yes, I liked it.”

His pace increases, and with him being so bold and unabashed, I feel at liberty to lower my top and expose my breasts.

“You’re beautiful. All of you. Head to toe.” Endo ejaculates. The stream hits my chest, left breast, chin, and the corner of my mouth. Quickly, before he can catch me doing it, I swipe his cum with my tongue. Taste him.

He tastes…toxic. Like drugs. There are ones we shouldn’t use, but then there are ones that are actually medicine. Good for us in certain doses and under certain circumstances.

I wonder if Endo is a recreational drug or medicine? If medicine, what part of me needs a cure? Which raises the question, what’s my illness?

Insanity? No.

Loneliness? Maybe.

Endo leaves the bed, and when I think he might depart now that we’re finished, he offers me his hand. “Come on. Let’s get you washed.”

Can’t argue with that. We exit the room.

Endo stops in the hallway, and I run into him.

“What are you doing here?” he barks. His tone makes me want to crawl under my bed. Jesus. He was just using that mouth to make me feel all cozy and warm, and now I think he might bite someone’s ear off.

I peer from behind him and see one of the twins standing guard. I think it might be Declan because of the way he dresses. He wears dress pants, whereas Connor likes jeans.

“Probably not the same thing you’re doing,” the man says.

“Sure hope not.” Endo walks by the man.

I could probably get pregnant from the amount of semen my skin is absorbing, so I keep my head down and try not to draw attention.

When we get to the baths, Endo steps back and bites his knuckles. Dark eyes blaze with need. “You don’t want to get into the bath with me.”

“No?” It shouldn’t have sounded like a question. It should’ve sounded like a firm negative with a follow-up affirmation.

Endo stalks off. “I’ll shower.”

He doesn’t adjust the water, just yanks on the lever. Once the forceful stream hits him, he hisses. I assume he’s taking a cold one. He never took off his pajama pants, but no amount of cold water could deflate that massive erection I see outlined.