Chapter 12
I’m sick and tired of y’all buying the homes I saved on Zillow .
— Pepper’s secret thoughts
ATLAS
On the off chance that she was back at the hotel room where she lived, I ran by there, and knocked.
Pepper yanked open the door without looking.
“ What do you want?” she asked.
“ I …” I started but stopped.
I didn’t know why I was here.
Well , that was a lie.
She’d been all I could think about for the last few hours.
I’d gone to bail her out, even, but had found out from the booking officer that she’d been in jail for all of fifteen minutes before four women had come to bail her out—the wives of the men she’d walked in on today.
“ Don’t just stand there. You’re letting all the stale, hot hallway air in,” she grumbled, giving me her back.
I went inside and shut the door. “ They let you stay?”
She grumbled something under her breath but kept walking toward the shower area.
She stripped off her clothes, throwing everything on the floor in her haste to get into the shower.
My dick instantly responded.
Sadly , I didn’t try to join her.
She was very mad at me.
I didn’t blame her, really.
I’d have been mad, too, had the situation been reversed.
“ Make yourself at home,” she grumbled as she stepped into the shower.
I watched her through the clear glass, my cock so hard that it hurt.
I leaned back on the couch, placed my hands behind my head, and watched the show.
And what a good one she put on.
She shaved her underarms. Her legs. Soaped up every inch of her body.
Cleaned her pussy very, very well—so well that I decided she was putting on a show for me.
She stood under the hot water, her back arched, nipples pebbled.
And she kept bending over in such a way that I knew she was making sure I had a good view of what she didn’t want me to have.
When she got out, she looked over, and narrowed her eyes.
“ When I said make yourself at home, I meant go wash the dishes.” She curled her lip up at me.
I raised a brow at her words.
“ You don’t have any dishes to wash,” I grumbled darkly. “ You only have dirty paper plates all over the place.”
“ Same thing,” Pepper snapped.
“ What crawled up your ass?” I asked, knowing good and well what crawled up her ass.
“ I’m bleeding from my vagina, my head is pounding from a full day of listening to privileged people bitch about their hotel room. I was fired. Made homeless. Arrested . Let out on bail. Rehired and gifted my home back. And you showed up at my door.” She ticked off her fingers one by one. “ Do you have any more questions on what crawled up my ass?”
I stood up, stalking toward her.
“ What are you doing?” she asked warily.
I kept walking, then stood in front of her and started to strip.
Her mouth fell open, and her eyes started to roam down the length of my bare chest.
“ What does it look like I’m doing?” I teased.
She licked her lips. “ I’m on my period.”
I snorted. “ Periods only bother boys, honey. I’m a man.”
She blinked rapidly, her mouth opening and closing like a fish.
Kicking off my shoes, I went to work on my jeans.
Her eyes traced every single move I made.
It was only as I was reaching for her towel that she said, “ Now w-what are you doing?”
I laid the towel down on the bed and said, “ If we’re going to make a mess, I don’t want to have to change your sheets after.”
She shivered, her eyes heated, as she watched me smooth the towel down in the middle of the bed.
Turning back to her, I removed my underwear, then said, “ Suck me.”
Her eyes moved lower and widened.
I wasn’t as big as she was making me seem, but damn was she good for my ego.
“ Suck ,” I reminded her.
She dropped slowly to her knees, her little hand already reaching out for my erection.
Her fingers closed over it, and my cock twitched.
A bead of pre-cum wept from the tip, and she leaned forward and swiped it away with her pink tongue.
I growled, eyes closing, and waited with barely concealed impatience while she made her next move.
“ Fuuuccckkk ,” I growled when she licked the length of me with the tip of her tongue.
My eyes snapped open when she closed her mouth over the weeping head.
For long minutes, I stood there, curling my toes in the plush carpet, as she went to town on my cock.
I counted back from two hundred, and when I got to one, my patience was at an end.
Bending down, I caught her around the hips, tossed her over my shoulder, and walked toward the bed.
She landed with a gasp, right where I wanted her over the white towel.
“ Don’t move,” I ordered as I crawled onto the bed between her thighs.
She tried to close them, but I forced them open again, my eyes going to her pussy and taking it in.
Her pussy was wet, but I could see blood there, mixed with her arousal.
I’d never been the kind of guy who cared about periods.
The only thing wrong with them was that they were an inconvenience.
But when you were at home, with access to a shower and towels, period sex was a hell of a lot easier.
I positioned my cock between her splayed thighs and pressed inside.
She gasped, her eyes huge, and said, “ Slow !”
I gritted my teeth, but gave her what she asked, feeding her my cock one slow, steady inch at a time.
It felt like it took forever until I hit the end of her.
“ I’m so sensitive,” she breathed, arching her hips. “ You feel so deep today. I’m not sure…”
I moved out, then pushed back in slowly, being sure not to go too deep.
She moaned, and I took that to mean that it felt good, and to repeat it.
My cock pushed in and out of her wet pussy, coming out streaked with blood every few strokes.
It was… hot.
Fuck , was it hot.
I loved that she was giving this to me.
I loved even more that she hadn’t given me too much shit for what I’d done earlier.
I loved…
I shut down that line of thought so fast that I pushed in harder and faster than I intended.
She gasped, a wince crossing her face. “ Too deep.”
I got myself back under control, giving it to her slow and steady, exactly like she wanted it.
Goosebumps broke out over her skin, and I reached up, capturing one nipple between my thumb and forefinger.
I rolled it gently between the two digits, watching her face to make sure it was okay.
Her face slackened, and her mouth opened as she began to pant.
My cock stiffened further, reacting to the closeness that I could sense in her body.
With my other hand I pushed her closest leg back and out, giving myself a better view of her pussy.
I groaned, “ Fuck , you’re so hot.”
She clenched around me, her pussy beginning to milk my cock, as she came so sweetly around me.
I rode the wave, waiting until she was finished with her orgasm and staring at me before asking, “ Can I go harder?”
I didn’t need it harder, but I wanted her to come again.
“ Y -yes,” she breathed.
I gave it to her harder.
Not faster, though.
Slow , hard thrusts, filling her up and gauging her reaction with each thrust.
She cried out again, but this time not in pain.
And couldn’t stop myself from letting go.
From reaching for her clit after letting her nipple go.
I circled it once when she started to come.
So . Fucking . Responsive .
My balls drew up, and I started to go right along with her, pulsing hot jets of cum inside of her with each thrust of my cock.
“ Oh , God ,” she breathed, her body sprawling. “ What the hell was that?”
I pulled away, my gaze going to the mess we’d made, and reached forward to wipe it all away with the white towel.
“ Gonna need to bleach this,” she breathed, eyes closed.
I grinned and pulled away, going back to the shower and turning it on.
When it was hot, I came back to the bed and gathered her into my arms.
Together we took another shower.
Only when we were dried off and once again in bed did she ask the inevitable.
“ Why are you here?” she whispered.
I looked at the ceiling.
At our bodies plastered together in the mirror that was facing toward us.
“ I had a weird day today,” I said. “ I didn’t know what to do.”
Didn’t want to arrest you.
My every instinct had said that it was wrong, but fuck.
I really hadn’t had a choice.
“ I thought you were fired?” I said before she could reply to my earlier statement.
“ I was,” she hedged.
I looked over at her then.
“ Did you blackmail them to get your job back?” I wondered.
She shrugged. “ I did what I had to do.”
I didn’t want to know.
Well , I did.
But it might be best not to, just so I could have plausible deniability.