Chapter 79
Davian
Ink Blood
Playing Mr. Ganz
Carlos Rafael Rivera
Like a man possessed, I let my gaze wander around my office, unsure where to start. I didn’t even have any boxes.
My decision had been so spontaneous that I hadn’t even processed it myself yet. Above all, the consequences.
This place was so contaminated, so sick, that I was certain I would be ruined if I stayed here even one more day.
But the longer I looked around, the closer overwhelm crept up on me, until it completely consumed me.
What was I thinking? If I lost my job, where would I go? To D.C.? Definitely not. I couldn’t just give up the house and rip that place out from under Lara’s feet where she had collected her fondest memories and to which she should always be able to come back whenever life wasn’t kind to her.
A knock on the door snapped me out of my growing despair.
When I looked up, my heart skipped a beat.
Crush
Cigarettes After Sex
Quill closed the door behind her, turned to face me with a smile on her rose lips that, for a moment, made me forget all the pain that ran through our lives like black ink trails eating their way into fine-fibered paper.
There were only her ink trails left. Blue life seeping ever deeper into the fibers of my battery.
It had taken me until yesterday evening in the bathroom to notice all the scratch marks she’d left on my back during our night together.
A damn work of art.
Like a maniac overcome by longing, I had stared at them and driven straight to the tattoo parlor downtown. The owner had just been about to close up shop, but I’d shoved a wad of cash into his hand, and without a word, he had spent the night immortalizing Quill’s marks of despair on my back.
Until now, I had tried to push the reason behind it aside. Successfully. Even though it was trying to fight its way to the surface deep inside me.
Before it could surface, Quill pulled me back into her spell.
My gaze slid down to that hand, on which, between the lines I had left behind, new, darker lines adorned her skin.
The smile came all by itself, and, as if my hand were made for nothing else, I reached for hers, pulled her the last few inches toward me, guided her hand upward between us, and studied what she had written, which resonated in meaning with my fading lines.
“You’re writing again.”
My gaze met hers, which filled with a moist sheen until my eyes could do nothing but mirror her overwhelm.
“I’m writing again.”
That goddamn perfect smile…
Something inside me filled with such a liberating sense of relief that I had to fight hard against the urge to simply pull her into my arms, greet her lips with mine, and thank our treacherous fate for allowing her to forget.
But it wasn’t our fate. We were the reason she wrote. Sunday night was the reason.
I swallowed lightly, lifted her hand to my lips without breaking eye contact, and the corners of her mouth slipped back as she stared into my eyes, holding her breath.
As tenderly as possible, I pressed my lips to her skin, carefully inhaling that feminine scent I wanted to burn into my memory, and watched as her lips parted slightly.
How could I ever thank her for that night? What gift was worthy of the one she had given me?
Just last night, while I had been reveling in the pain of the freshly inked tattoo, I had promised the rational part of me to be careful, to keep my distance until I had fully processed our night together, and had planned not to think about Quill.
However, I hadn’t reckoned with my memory-plagued mind, nor with my yearning cock.
My rationality was merely a learned quality, but weak by nature, and I’d be lying if I claimed the last twenty hours without her had been easy.
Seventeen erections and last night’s dream, from which I’d awakened drenched in sweat and with a load of cum, were just the tip of the iceberg with which I was paying for the sin I’d committed when I had made my muse mine.
That part of me, which had only survived this exhausting existence over the past few months thanks to her presence, had nearly starved to death these past few hours without her.
As if, in my desperate attempt to lead a sensible life, I had dug my own grave the first time I had pushed myself inside her and completely filled her warm, wet pussy.
Now I wanted more, craved to thrust into her in every possible risky situation, to hold her in place while I fucked her mercilessly, filling her with my hot cum until she became addicted to being bred by me.
Fuck… The mere thought of seeing my creamy load run out of her fertile pussy made my cock throb.
I needed more. I needed everything from her.
I needed Quill.
And the mere realization of it caused such intense despair to erupt within me that the only weapon in this war against reality was painful denial.
“You should be in bed. At home.”
I let her hand sink, taking it in both of mine.
Up until now, anger at myself had been simmering inside, at how carelessly I had behaved, at how the heat of our lovemaking had made me forget to use protection with her.
I had put her in the position of having to hormonally manipulate her body just to erase my mistake. And the worst part was that the thought of cumming inside her without protection still turned me on so much, even after all that.
It hadn’t stopped eating at me until this morning, when Lara and Quill had already left for university, and I had snuck into Quill’s room to look for the one thing that would give me more control.
I had found what I had been looking for, and the urge to use it was all-consuming. But I would have to wait. This time, I wouldn’t put her in danger by letting her slip through my fingers because of a goddamn medication.
“I’m fine.”
Her gentle smile was meant to reassure me, but who knew what other aftereffects this hormonal imbalance might have on her.
“I missed you.”
Poison In My Veins
Elvis Drew
Three words. That was all it took to make all my worries fade away.
My free hand wandered to her neck, slid into her hair, and I didn’t know if it was my insatiable thirst for her closeness, or that godlessly innocent way she looked up at me, that made me push her back, step by step.
I wanted her against that wall when I showed her how much I’d missed her, even though I didn’t have much time left.
Quill took a step back, then another, and I followed her, letting my hand slide behind her head to soften the impact as she bumped against the wall.
She sighed softly, but I didn’t give her a chance to waste any more of her breath giving it to this place. I wanted her next breath to end in my mouth, so I pressed my lips against hers.
She sighed into my mouth, and I licked her lips, surrendering to the growing erection in my pants with a hoarse growl, while I pushed my fingers of the hand that was still holding hers between her fingers, grabbed her hand, and pressed it against the wall.
Another sigh escaped her throat, and she let her free hand wander to my belt, digging her nails into it.
Breathing heavily, I pushed my tongue into her mouth.
Everything in me wanted to get down on my knees, pull those pants off her thighs, and lift her onto my shoulders before I licked her pussy until she moaned her way to orgasm against my office wall and came in my mouth.
I wouldn’t waste a single drop, would drive her so wild with my tongue that half the campus would hear she was mine, which unfortunately wasn’t an option, so I licked her lips with a wistful sigh and bit down on her lower lip.
Quill moaned quietly, letting her hand travel from my balls up to the tip of my hardness, and I flinched as she slid over the rim of my glans.
Fuck, this was absolutely the wrong place…
“Quill…” I pressed out her name into our kiss as a warning, but her hand only tightened around my hard cock, and I knew that if I didn’t stop this, we ran the risk of someone walking into this office and catching us.
Her lower lip slipping from between my teeth, I tore myself away from her.
“Someone might walk in.”
I Wanna Be Yours
Arctic Monkeys
Quill slipped away from the wall, made her way to the door, and I watched, out of breath, as she turned the key with a sly smirk on her lips.
“Not anymore.”
This woman would be my undoing.
I cleared my throat as if I hadn’t buried myself deep inside her without restraint for the past two days and let her take control of Atrinus. Something that must never happen again.
The mere thought made the unwanted hardness ache menacingly, and I couldn’t help but stare at Quill like a fool as she stepped around the desk and pulled herself up onto the tabletop.
Oh no… This was not going to end well at all unless I found a reason for both of us to leave this office.
The glint in her eyes spoke volumes.
I swallowed as a tingling storm of desire brewed in my stomach.
“Don’t you have a lecture on international law to attend?” I somehow managed to get the words out before every fiber of my body, of my being, compelled me to step toward my desk as if in a trance.
“I came here to ask you for something.”
Once again, I made the mistake of closing the gap between us, pushing her legs slightly apart until my hands rested on her thighs and slid upward.
The right corner of my mouth twitched up almost imperceptibly, and I leaned toward her ear, tucking her hair behind it.
“What does my paper muse want, hmm?”
My lips brushed her earlobe, and it took all my willpower not to take it between them as a palpable shiver ran through her body.
Whatever had led her to my office, it couldn’t be anything good.
But fuck it. We were alone. What if this was my last chance to taste her? To give her everything of myself?
The mere thought pressed like a threatening weight on the soap bubble surrounding our illusory paper paradise.
Until now, I was wondering how something so fragile hadn’t burst yet. Why we were still floating in the air, both of us aware of the fall that lay ahead, both of us obviously trying to push aside something that shouldn’t be pushed aside.
“Almost-Doctor Rydell”