Chapter 14
Chapter Fourteen
His mouth is on me. His tongue presses against my clit and I see stars. What on earth is he doing to me? I’ve never had a man do this to me before. I’ve never felt this kind of pleasure. Ever.
“Oh god, what the hell is happening to me?” I cry out as my body ignites. I feel as if a thousand little fireworks have exploded inside me.
Neo growls and sucks on me harder. He pushes a finger into my opening, and I freeze. Waiting for the pain, but it doesn’t hurt. It feels… good. Really, really good. I want more. No, not want. Need. I need more.
My hips start grinding against him, my body taking over my rational thoughts as I chase this feeling. And then it hits me. My legs are shaking, and I hear screaming—my own screams—as a pleasure unlike anything I could imagine erupts through my entire body.
Neo kisses his way up my torso. I’m still wearing his sweatshirt, but he just lifts the fabric until he reaches my breasts. Then he stands. His hands cup my face.
“You okay?” he asks.
I nod, and my chest heaves as I try to catch my breath. “What was that?”
Neo cranes his neck to look at me. “That was an orgasm. Have you never had one before?”
I shake my head. My cheeks blush from embarrassment.
“No wonder you said you didn’t like sex. That is just the beginning of how good I’m going to make you feel, Caitlyn.” He leans in and presses his lips to mine. I can taste myself on him. I’m not as disgusted as I thought I would be.
When he pulls away, I frown. I want more.
“You need to get ready if you actually want to be on time for work,” he says.
“But… what about… you?” I glance down at the tent in his pants.
Neo chuckles. “I’ll be fine. This was for you.” He winks, and I feel that blush creeping up my cheeks again.
“That’s… I don’t know what to say,” I admit.
“Then don’t say anything. Just go get ready for work,” he tells me as he takes his phone out of his pocket. “I have to make a call.”
Then he turns around, and I watch him walk through the small, empty living room, stopping at the window that leads out onto the fire escape.
Leaving him to his phone call, I head to the one bedroom and close the door.
I don’t have anything in here. There’s a sleeping bag I bought when I first arrived and a couple of changes of clothes.
I’m really glad Neo sent his friends away.
I didn’t know how to tell him I didn’t actually have stuff to be moved.
I’m surprised he hasn’t asked about why this apartment is empty. Surely he has to wonder. I would be wondering if it were me. I just need to figure out something believable for when he does finally question it.
I’ve never been a good liar, which is why I avoid lying about anything. But I am good at coming up with half-truths. How do I tell him I’m here because I ran from a boyfriend who liked to use me as a punching bag?
It took two years for me to work up the courage to run. I was going to die in that house if I ran or not. So I finally decided dying because I tried to get out had to be better than dying because I stayed.
I quickly throw on my uniform, and then head into the small bathroom. I don’t have a lot of makeup with me, but I do have some concealer and foundation. Staples for covering bruises.
Once I’m satisfied that my face is covered as best as it can be, I style my hair into a side braid, making sure it falls over my cheek. I’ve done this more times than I can count. I’d hoped I wouldn’t ever see this version of myself again, but here we are.
At least, if he finds me now, I’ve experienced something I never imagined was real. What Neo just did to my body, the way he made me feel, I honestly thought that was all a fantasy. Now I know it’s not and I want to feel it again. I want to experience all the things that I read about.
Is Neo that guy? The one the fairy tales teach us about?
No. I shake my head at my own reflection.
I cannot just jump into bed with a guy and think he can solve all my problems for me.
Or expect that of him. He’s just a man who wants to sleep with me.
He wants my body, nothing more. Sure, he’s nicer about it than what I’m used to, but the outcome is the same.
He will get what he wants, and then I’ll be alone again.
Which is exactly why I can’t take him up on his offer to move in with him.
What would happen if he kicks me out? I’d be back to square one.
At least I have a roof over my head right now.
I might not have anything else, but it’s a roof.
And as soon as I can get another job, I’m going to start saving and buy some furniture.
I can make this place a little nicer. I just need time.
When I walk out of the bedroom, Neo’s eyes run up and down the length of my body, leaving behind a trail of goose bumps on my skin.
“I’ll call you back,” he says into the phone before pocketing it.
Then he walks over and cups my cheek, moving my hair away from my face. His jaw ticks.
Oh no, he’s mad. What did I do?
“I hate that you know how to do that,” he says in a quiet voice.
“Know how to do what?” I ask him.
“Conceal bruises on your face,” he tells me. “You should never have to do that.”
“Well, I work for tips and I don’t think customers are going to tip as well if I show up black and blue.”
“No, I meant that you should never have a bruise on you in the first place, Caitlyn.” He sighs.
“It’s not that bad.”