Chapter 63
CHAPTER
SIXTY-THREE
LOOT
I want to fuck her.
No, it’s not just a want. It’s a need.
But I don’t want to hurt her, so I know this isn’t going to be a mutually beneficial moment. This is going to be about her, and I’m good with that. Really fucking good with it. I need to taste her.
Releasing her shirt, I reach down and wrap my fingers around the backs of her thighs before I pick her up. I hear her breath hitch, her eyes wide as she looks down at me. Her fingers fly to my shoulders, gripping them tightly as I walk us to my bathroom.
Only a couple of us have attached bathrooms in our rooms. I was one of them because I’m an officer who lives here full time. I’ll probably give my room up to someone else here soon, but for now, I’m going to take full advantage of the space.
Turning on the shower water, I slowly lower Juliette to her feet.
She doesn’t speak, her eyes wide and the questions swirling around inside her head.
Her bruises are healing. They’re that banana-and-green color now.
Pretty soon, I won’t be able to see them, but that doesn’t mean all of her scars vanish.
Gripping the hem of her shirt, I gently tug the cotton fabric over her head. I keep a close eye on her face, watching for any sign of panic or distress. I’m an asshole, but I’m not going to traumatize her further.
As if she can read my mind, her lips curve up into a grin, and she reaches behind her. I watch as she unhooks her bra, allowing the straps to slide down her arms before it lands on the floor somewhere.
“I’m not glass. I won’t break, Slade.”
“You tell me to stop, and I’ll stop. You got that?”
She hums but doesn’t answer me. Instead, she reaches for my wrist and guides my palm to the center of her chest. I let out a grunt, feeling the soft skin between her tits.
“I don’t think I will,” she murmurs. “I’ve missed you.”
Fuck.
This woman is going to be my complete undoing, and I can’t fucking wait for it to happen. “Touch me, Slade.”
Say. Fucking. Less.
That was the permission I needed. The invisible string snaps between us, and I glide my palm down her stomach to the waist of her pants before I stop.
Turning my hand, I slip my fingers beneath the waistband of her shorts, gliding my knuckles along her belly. Her muscles tremble beneath my touch, my lips curving up at the feel of it before I pull her shorts down her legs and watch as they pool at her feet.
Taking a step back before I rush us into the shower and ruin my clothes, I strip out of my cut, shirt, boots, and jeans until I’m as naked as she is. I watch as her eyes drag down my body, stopping at my cock before her tongue peeks out and slides across her bottom lip.
That only makes me harder. I want those soft, wet lips wrapped around my dick and sucking me hard. I want to fuck her mouth and remind her who she belongs to. I want to erase every single fucking memory of that sonofabitch.
Juliette’s fingers grip my biceps, holding on to me there tightly, her nails digging into my skin. Lowering my head, I touch my mouth to hers before I slip my fingers between her legs. She whimpers as I move them through her folds. I circle her clit before I dip them inside her.
She moans against my mouth, lashing my tongue with hers. I continue to fuck her with my fingers, careful not to be rough, but I’m starting to lose the grasp I have on my control. She’s soft and warm, her pussy is wet, and her mouth tastes so goddamn good.
Curling my fingers inside her, I press my palm against her clit. She rolls her hips, and I growl. She swallows the sound before she rips her mouth from mine. “I’m going to come,” she calls out softly.
I don’t stop my movements. She needs to come, and I want to feel her squeeze my fingers with her cunt. She cries out again, though it’s soft and I almost don’t hear it, but I feel her, and she comes just as she promised.
Slipping my fingers from inside her, I lift them to her lips, painting them with her release. She slips her tongue out, sliding it across her lips, tasting herself. Then she turns around and walks into the shower, though her legs tremble as she does.
Once the water hits her skin, it’s like something snaps, and I follow her into the warm stall. Wrapping my arms around her, I try to keep from pressing my hard cock against the crack of her ass, but I’m sure I fail.
Before I realize what’s happening, she spins around, her eyes searching mine as she slowly sinks down to her knees. “Honey,” I call out softly.
Juliette shakes her head once. “I want this,” she whispers. “I want to erase him again.”
Before I can respond to her words, she opens her mouth and takes me down her throat. My eyes instantly roll back in my head as I tilt my head backward. Fuck me. This is amazing. She is amazing.
She moves up and down along my length. I open my eyes and straighten my head before I tip my chin slightly and look down at her. Her gaze finds mine, and she looks up at me through her lashes as she continues to move.
I shift my fingers through the strands of her hair at the side of her head, gripping it there slightly. The water beats down on her. Selfishly, I think it looks hot as fuck. Her body dripping with water, fuck, it’s hot as shit.
Flexing my hips, I fuck her mouth slightly as she moves forward. She takes as much of me down her throat as she can, and I know I’m supposed to check in with her and make sure she’s okay, but it feels too good to question it.
I grip her hair tighter. I’m close. I try to tug her head back so I don’t come down her throat, but she doesn’t stop, and then it comes… or rather, I come. Hard and fast. And she swallows every fucking drop.