Page 46 of Painkiller (Sin Records #3)
“No one has ever done anything this sweet for me.” Happiness brushes her entire face, and my damn chest puffs with pride as I neatly tuck my dick into her purse, too. She may as well have the set because I don’t need them as long as she looks as happy and content as she does right now.
“I thought you could stand to come home to something relaxing.” She tenses for a split second, and it doesn’t take a genius to figure out why. “Don’t overthink it, Halfpint. It’s just a word.” I gently nudge her forward. “Keep going. It’s not over.”
She follows the trail through my bedroom. “Sit there,” I instruct, turning her toward the bed. “I’ll be right back.”
In the bathroom, I light the real candles I have placed around the room, then start the running water into my freestanding tub that overlooks the city below. Once it’s perfect, I return to the room, grab her hand, and lead her to the bathroom.
Her smile gets impossibly wider when she sees the tub. “Do you know how much I’ve wanted to try that?”
“I caught on when you mentioned how awesome it was five hundred times this morning.”
She backhands my stomach. “It wasn’t that many times,” she huffs with playfulness. “It’s going to be hard to leave this Monday.”
My fingers grip the hem of her shirt, peeling it over her head.
“You can come over and use it anytime you like,” I say, running my tongue over her neck as I undo the button on her jeans.
“My tub is your tub. Fuck, do you know how gorgeous you are?” My eyes rove over her body, the flickering glow of the candles dancing over her soft skin, taking in her absolute perfection.
My dick aches, begging to be set free, but I’ve been determined to make today about her. To make up for freaking her out this morning. Maybe prove this isn’t just about sex. Or not all about sex, anyway.
The truth is, we don’t know each other that well. I know her better than she knows me because she’s been more open. What she hasn’t told me, I’ve snooped and found out. But I don’t know her.
But I know she deserved today. Hell, I think maybe I did too.
A soft moan spills past her lips as she settles into the water. She inhales the fragrant aroma of the lavender and Sandalwood oils I poured in. Her fingers reach out for me, dancing in the space between us. “Get in with me.”
“This is supposed to help you relax. If I get in there, you won’t get much of that.” I look down at my dick pressing against my pants, then back at her with an arched brow.
She bites her lip, glancing up at me through long lashes, then trails those seductive eyes right to my hard cock. “Trust me, I’m more than relaxed after.”
“What happened to closed for business?”
“Get in or watch me take care of myself.”
I grab my twitching cock, squeezing the head hard.
Why don’t you ever fucking chill? It’s because you don’t listen that my life sucks.
“You’re killing me, Halfpint. I’m trying to be a fucking gentleman.”
“If I wanted a gentleman, I wouldn’t be here. I want you. Raw, real, and dirty.”
“Fuck,” I hiss, my shirt hitting the ground moments after the word passes my lips, my pants following behind.
She licks her lips as I grip my cock, stroking hard to alleviate the ache. I picture her mouth wrapped around me, and I know she is, too. The problem is, I’m not sure she could handle the way I need it done.
Seconds tick by. She sits there, motionless, watching my heavy shaft drip with need, waiting for me to make a decision. “This what you want?” I ask, needing her to be sure. “I’m not gentle, and you can’t touch me.”
As much as I don’t want her to know how fucked up I am, I know she’s pieced something together. I saw it in her eyes earlier at the salon.
“Don’t start treating me like I’m breakable now,” she smirks.
Resolve, or maybe it’s surrender, washes over me as I step into the tub, standing over her. She starts to get on her knees, but I stop her. “Stay there. Put your hands under you and open your mouth.”
My knees shake as I twist my fingers through her damp strands.
Jerking her head back, I force her to look at me.
“Breathe through your nose and keep your eyes on me.” She nods, eyes wide and mouth wider.
And the need to kiss her first slams into me like a freight train.
Her head is yanked back further, and I capture her mouth with mine.
Her eyes are glazed when I pull back. “It’s going to look like I really disrespect you.
Just remember, that couldn’t be further from the truth. ”
Taking my dripping cock in my hand, I push it between her lips, forcing the head to rub against the roof of her mouth several times.
My head falls back with a groan because fuck it feels good.
“Wrap your lips around me,” I demand. “And remember, breathe through your nose.” When she does as instructed, my fingers tighten in her silky locks, and I slam myself into her mouth, not stopping until I hit the back of her throat.
Then I do it again, fucking her mouth as hard as I do her tight cunt, showing no mercy as tears roll down her cheeks.
“Fuck, your mouth feels so good,” I grunt as I force myself down her throat as far as I can until she gags around me, the feeling of her muscles contracting driving me insane.
“You look so pretty, choking on my cock, baby. And those tears, they make your eyes shimmer like diamonds. I bet your pussy is wet as fuck, isn’t it?
” She whimpers with a slight nod as I pump in and out of her mouth, and the vibrations make my knees weak.
“Fuuuccckkk. Do that again.” She does, making my balls draw up, and my spine tingles. “Goooodddd. Fuck.”
I pull out of her mouth just as I explode, spurting cum all over her face.
When my racing heart settles, I kneel in the water, straddling her hips without putting my weight on her.
I lean over, licking myself from her skin, then bring my mouth to hers.
My hand slides between her legs, a finger dipping inside as I twist my tongue around hers.
“Damn, you are wet,” I murmur as I pump in and out of her slick core.
“Let’s see what I can do about that.” After I adjust our position, hooking her legs over the side of the tub and nestling my big body between her flexible one, I reach behind me, grabbing the detachable shower head, and turn on the water.
She jumps with a yelp when the water meets her clit.
Her head falls back, spine arching while my fingers curl upward, stroking, beckoning her climax.
In seconds, she shatters, clenching and spasming around my fingers with a scream.
Her mouth stays open, panting. Her body thrashes as the water continues to pulse against her needy pussy.
“Too much.” My middle and ring finger continue to pet her G-spot.
Her head shakes back and forth, more tears falling down her face. “Too much.”
Another piercing climax echoes off the tiled walls.
Her eyes plead with me to stop, to end her pleasurable torture, so I shut the water off, pulling her into my arms. She nestles herself against my chest, wrapping her arms around me, breaking my rules about touch.
Although, for now, sex is over, so the rule doesn’t apply anymore.
She’s the first woman I’ve allowed to touch me when I’m undressed in years. Habit and fear have held me back, kept me from allowing it when we have sex, even though I love the way her hands feel on me. I have from the beginning. They feel like safety I didn’t know existed.
And I find myself wishing I’d never stopped her at all.
“What are you thinking?” she murmurs in my neck.
“You don’t want to know, Halfpint.”
“Tell me anyway.”
“I’m thinking I want to keep you.” I’m thinking more than that, but she can’t handle that yet. It’s too much, too fast, too soon, and too wrong. All the arguments she’s given are true.
Just like I knew she would, her body tenses for a moment. Her arms unwind from around my neck, making my fingers flex against her hip, but I don’t hold her here.
I’ve wanted to feel wanted for as long as I can remember. Not an inconvenience. Not a toy to use and abuse. But truly wanted because they saw me, and loved me for who I am, without exception or expectation.
That’s why, as much as I want to, I won’t force her to stay.
I also know what it’s like to have your will stripped away. No matter what insane ideas bounce around in my brain, I won’t do that to her.
I pick up the invisible bricks that have crumbled around my heart and slowly start rebuilding my walls. I push away all emotion, hardening myself for what’s coming.
“Jagger.” My lids peel back, my mind prepared. She turns until she’s straddling me, my dick dangerously close to her pussy. Pain erupts in my jaw as her thumb burns across my bottom lip.
She doesn’t speak right away. Her thumb traces my lip, and her eyes hold mine like they’re searching for something. My pulse slows, my lungs freeze.
Then she obliterates me with three words .