Chapter 17
DEX
“You know you’re just giving them money to prove a point, right?”
“Ms. Blowie is a hardworking girl. I respect the hustle, she can have the money,” Cosette said, shrugging and pretending that it didn’t really bother her. “She can’t have you, though.”
“Ms. Blow—?” The question died in my mouth, remembering what had happened the last time we were here.
To be honest, I wouldn’t have remembered if Cosette hadn’t mentioned that nickname. I thought she was going back because of how that girl was flirting with me and acting all judgmental.
That’s right. I remembered her looking my girl from top to bottom, judging her curves, more than I remembered her mediocre blowjob.
I couldn’t act all high and mighty though, because I also recall that I was being a complete jackass that time, trying to distance myself from Cosette that I just let that girl make her feel bad like that.
Pulling the car to a stop in front of the familiar boutique, I didn’t rush to unlock the doors, turning to face Cosette instead.
“Hey,” I said, gently slipping my hand under Cosette’s, the softness of her skin against mine as our fingers intertwined. “I’m sorry you had to see that.”
I brought her hand to my lips, feeling the silkiness of her skin as I left a kiss on it, knowing that she wasn’t still mad at me for it. Even so, I was sorry for how I had acted.
If I were in her situation, I would’ve blown a gasket if I saw her with another man outside of Siege—fuck it, throw Nero into the exception list—even if we weren’t officially together that time.
With a lilt on her lips that I’ve come to know as her ’swoony smile’, Cosette merely shrugged before leaning in to give me a kiss.
“You’ve eaten me out, and she blew you. We are not the same,” she mumbled so confidently that it sent a shiver up my spine.
I caught her lips in a hungry kiss, which she reciprocated for a while before she was laughing as she tried to pull away.
Cosette had to push me by the shoulders because I kept leaning forward to chase her lips, and I was hard as a fucking rock when she manually unlocked her door, and opened it to get out.
Following her actions, I walked into the shop with my arm around her waist, my hand firmly on her hip as the nice girl from before who assisted Cosette greeted us with a smile.
“Miss Cosette! I’m glad to see you’re back! What kind of dress are you looking for this time?”
The sweetheart looked at her name tag, and under ‘Anisha’ was the word: Manager. With a gasp, Cosette clapped softly yet enthusiastically as she said, “You got promoted!”
The two celebrated for a few seconds, Cosette feeling at ease as she talked to Anisha until Ms. Blowie came from behind Anisha, and I saw Cosette’s eyes land on her for a brief second.
“Well, I’m glad you got promoted. I am so sure that you deserve it.”
The words and Cosette’s eyes were directed at Anisha, but surely, everyone in the room understood what my girl really meant.
With a clearing of her throat, Anisha turned to look at Ms. Blowie and said, “Roxy. Can you please assist miss Cosette to look for dresses?”
“Surely, miss Anisha. I’ll try to see if I can find something that will fit her,” Roxy said with what she must’ve thought was a subtle snark, and Anisha was about to open her mouth, hopefully to correct her subordinate, but I was there before she could even think of it.
“Make sure you do. I can already see about eight dresses just from this area that will fit my girl. If you don’t, then you’re either really bad at your job, or your eyes are all fucked up,” I said through gritted teeth.
“And I’m sure my good friend, Cleo Delacern, wouldn’t be thrilled to find out if that’s the case. ”
Roxy’s eyes widened at my threat, realizing just now that I’m more than a frequent customer.
Because I personally know the boutique’s owner.
“Of— Of course. Miss Cosette, please follow me. It will be my pleasure to assist you.”
She just about tripped over her own feet, rushing to find dresses.
And just because I wanted to be a jerk, knowing that it would drive home the point that she doesn’t have a chance with me anymore, I spoke again once we were by the fitting room, away from Anisha.
“Make sure it shows the shape of her body and does not hide them. I want to see my girl’s curves when I have her moaning under me.”
“How about this one?”
‘This one’ being a blue-green tulle dress.
I couldn’t do anything but just nod stupidly, my bottom lip bitten with my teeth.
What could I say? She looked fucking good in every single one.
Cosette had been trying on dress after dress for thirty minutes now, and I swear to god, she’s been teasing me because she would always just strip and change in front of me on the little pedestal in the center of the room instead of going inside the actual changing room.
And mirrors surrounded us everywhere. I could see every goddamn salacious curve of my girl.
“Dex,” Cosette groaned. “You’re not helping. You literally like all of them.”
I watched her slip the dress up and off her body for the nth time, grabbing the next one, a silky purple dress with a cowl neckline, a slit going up to her knee.
The moment she put it on, it took away my breath as it hugged her body to a T, showing the right amount of her breasts that I’m imagining could showcase a lovebite if I were to leave one. The slit could help with easy access, too.
Let’s test that out, shall we?
I stood up from where I was sitting, coming close and grabbing her by the waist to turn her around to zip the dress up for her.
“Want to know how I really feel about every dress you’ve tried on?” I asked, my voice raspy as I bit and tugged on her earlobe, pressing my hard on against the valley between her butt cheeks.
Cosette raised her brow, looking at my reflection. “What are you doing?”
“Isn’t this what you want? Prove a point. Get me on my fucking knees and erase the memory of her blowing me. Maybe… even for revenge.”
Eyes meeting mine through the mirror, set in a challenge, I knew I had read her intentions correctly.
As I turned her around once more, I leaned in to kiss her neck, and gazed into the mirror over her shoulder, observing her face in the reflection. Her eyes were already shut, clearly welcoming my affectionate touch.
After slowly guiding her backwards until her back hit the wall, I trailed kisses down her arm, moving to a kneeling position in front of her. I took her left leg, before I set a path of heat up her inner thigh with my lips.
I was right. The slit helps.
“Look at me and how I pleasure you,” I mumbled, pressing my tongue against the moist spot on her white cotton panties as I hooked her knee over my shoulder. “And I want you to watch your face just like how I see it. Beautiful, especially when I’m making you come.”
Without another moment’s notice, I bit on the fabric of her panties to the side before I let my tongue lick up a stripe between her folds.
I didn’t falter when I hardened my tongue to press it against her entrance, dipping in, as my nose moved against her clit.
She was already twitching, hand coming down to grip my hair, and I was pleased to see that she had her eyes open. Watching me on my knees or her face like I told her to do, I don’t fucking care.
I just want her to see.
To remember this moment if or when we come back to this shop.
Or if she does remember the incident with Roxy, I want her to remember that I made up for it by giving her the best fucking head she’d ever receive yet.
I didn’t go slow. I wanted her orgasm, and I wanted it now.
Unfortunately, I do need my nose to breathe.
With my lips closing around her clit instead, I didn’t leave her feeling empty, shoving two of my fingers inside her tight pussy, hooking it the way I knew would send her screaming out a moan.
And when I saw her hand fly up to her mouth, feeling her fingers tug on my locks, I only quickened my ministrations.
I was softly biting her clit before sucking, repeating that over and over, as I fucked her hard and fast with my fingers.
Cosette was whimpering against her palm in no time, and I felt it when she finally came on my mouth and hand, her strong, plump thighs threatening to squeeze my head.
If I’d died now, I would have died happy.
I heard the door softly click shut too, and I knew we had accomplished our mission. Roxy saw it, just like Cosette had seen us before.
As I stood up, I attacked Cosette’s lips with my glistening ones, and still sensitive from her powerful orgasm, she shivered at the lewdness of it all.
“This is it,” I groaned against her lips, still fucking tasting her on my tongue that I had to lick at my lips to get every drop before I spoke through my pants. “This is the dress.”
“But I like the teal one, too,” she protested, pupils clouded as she looked at me, barely keeping her eyes open.
“Then get that, too. Fuck it, get all of them. And I’ll eat you out while you wear every single one.”