Page 39 of Queen Crow
I draw it out, teasing him and lapping at the head of his cock until his legs are shaking. It’s like I’m taking back the night on my own terms, and when he jerks my head back to stop me, I grin up at him.
“You enjoying yourself down there? Teasing me with that mouth of yours, I should cash in my offer of anything I want.”
I swallow, excited but with a little edge of dread in there too, but before I can ask for some details on what exactly it is that he wants, he grabs my arms to haul me back up onto my feet, spinning me around to push me against the glass.
The way he moves me allows my brain to just shut down, to let him take over for a little while and just enjoy the ride. He presses a hand against my back to bend me over, my hands bracing against the glass as he kicks my legs open wider before I rub his dick against the seam of my ass.
I feel very unprepared for anal but, again, he moves too quickly for words as he shifts and plunges his cock deep into my pussy. I moan so loud that the neighbors probably hear it, and he chuckles at me, his hips shifting and grinding into me slowly.
He’s the expert at finding my G-spot at this point, shifting us little by little until he hits it, his cock dragging over it again and again, and another low moan tears out of my chest. He rubs my ass with one hand, murmuring in a soft rasp, “That’s my girl.”
My legs shake so badly when I come that I think I’m going to collapse, but his hands band around my hips to keep me upright, and he steps forward to press me fully into the glass again and the cold is like a slap against my sensitive body.
“Come again, Queenie. Come one more time for me.”
His hips slow down again, a slow drag of his cock inside me, but it feels like fucking heaven against my oversensitive pussy. When he’s sure my legs are steady again, he leans back and messes around with something on my shower caddy.
I’m too busy chasing after my next orgasm to take notice, my eyes shut and my own hand on my clit, circling around it in the most overstimulating, delicious torture.
Then I feel the slick, cold slide of lotion against my back and Aodhan’s hand rubbing it in, and I sigh. He’s too fucking good to me as he massages the tense muscles there, his hips still pumping slowly into me.
When he works his way down to the globes of my ass, his fingers dig in as I come again, my pussy gripping his cock and milking it.
“On your knees, Queenie. Open up wide.”
I drop back down, not at all graceful or ladylike, and when he shoves his cock back in my mouth, I swallow around it until he’s shooting down my throat.
* * *
I arrive at the hospital two days later to find Atticus dressed and perched on the seat in the corner of the room. He looks very gray. His suit, his shoes, even his face as he swallows roughly, every part of him looks absolutely lifeless.
I want to scream but I keep my tone as level as I can. “Why are you doing this? There is absolutely no reason you need to leave here today. You have the best doctors and nurses in the country looking after you. I know for sure because I spent days vetting them all and then watching them take care of you.”
He doesn’t reply, instead he takes a deep breath and then bends down to finish tying his shoes.
It takes every inch of my control to stop myself from walking the four steps it would take to reach him and punch him in the throat for not just letting me help him.
Typical male bullshit.
“You’re not going back to your house like this. I highly doubt you’d let Luca help you with anything in your current state, let alone one of your staff. You’ve barely let the nurses touch you. This is utterly ridiculous.”
He ignores me, his eyes shuttering closed as he sits back up and takes some slow, deep breaths. He looks exhausted and half dead, the panic in me that had dropped back to a simmer flares back to life at the sight of him.
Why am I doomed to deal with stupid, proud men who can’t admit when they desperately need help?
“You’re coming back to the ranch with me for a few days to get your strength back and then you can head home to pretend I don’t exist all over again.”
I can’t help but get the little dig in and his teeth clench, his words ground out from between them, “You want me to go back to your place to share a bed with the Stag? No, I won’t be doing that.”
My eyes roll upward as I talk myself down from the ledge, I’m starting to understand my best friend's dramatics at men now. “No one said anything about the two of you climbing into bed together. He’s actually on a job and won’t be around for a few days, but even if he was still in the Bay, I would want you to come home with me. He understands that.”
He scoffs at me, his hand trembling just a little as he shakes it out, another sign that he’s nowhere near ready to be leaving this hospital room. “I’m glad your boyfriend is sounderstandingof your other affections.”
That’s about all I can take of this pity party.
I step forward and grab his chin, something he’s done to me a lot in the last year, and pull his head up so he’s looking at me. “Don’t you dare treat me like that, Atticus Crawford. Don’t you dare treat me like some harlot for finding someone else while you were so busy with your secrets that you couldn’t even tell me what was going on. Aodhan is understanding. He gets that he’s got my heart just as much as you do. You’re the one who won’t compromise here, not us.”
His eyes are the same steely gray that slices me open until I’m bleeding out everywhere. “That’s not how the real world works, Avery. You can’t have everything you want.”