Page 29 of Use Me Up

“My brother says you bruise Callie,” I say.

“Only if she begs,” he says, but there’s something in his tone. “You want to talk about me and Callie?”

I lick my lips. He said that thing about her, and I shut him down. “You lost your virginity to each other, I guess?”

He nods. “Which is why we should probably give you a little break down there. I remember her needing a day or two.” His fingers wind between my legs and then he’s touching me there, gentle, questing. “Let me see,” he says in a low, low voice.

I lift my leg. He’s sitting on the bed, and he sets my foot down next to him on the bed, my knee bent. He ducks his head in to look at me between my thighs.

I let out a breath.

He feathers his forefinger around my opening. “You’re all right. Maybe a little red and swollen, but I don’t know if that’s good or bad.” One of his fingers slips inside me.

I make a guttural noise.

He removes it. He moves his hand and he tugs on my pubic hair, gently. “You don’t shave this, understood?”

“Uh huh,” I manage, but that makes me feel good. Of course, I don’t know why he likes it that way, but I like being anything he likes.

He pats me, pats my whole pussy, a sort of affectionate and intimate movement, and it makes something in me convulse. “Sorry,” he breathes. He leans forward and plants a little kiss on the inside of my thigh, on the leg that’s lifted. “I’ll try to be more careful with you. I do appreciate this, you know, Hannah?” Another kiss.

I moan.

He chuckles knowingly, and his mouth moves over and he’s kissing me there, right there, on my clit.

I let out a startled sob.

He drags his tongue over me, gentle, wet, intense. Obviously, no one has ever done this to me, and—

His phone rings.

He jerks his head back and he picks up the phone. He answers it, putting it on speaker, and he puts his mouth right fucking back on my clit.

I don’t make noise, though, because I see who it is, who called him. I see her name on the screen.

Calliope.

He licks me. “Hey,” he says to the phone. “Your husband just left.”

“Oh, shit,” she says. “I’ve been avoiding him all day, and he’s going to be annoyed with me. I just didn’t want to deal with him, you know? Because I ended things with you, which is what he wanted. So, I did what he wanted, and he’ll be trying to hide the fact he’s gloating, but I’ll be able to tell—”

“He’s not gloating, Callie,” Ellis interrupts, gives my clit one last lick, and—when I don’t make noise—he gives me a look and then moves away. “He was here trying to get his sister away from me. He told her that I abuse you, also. I really wish you would explain to him that I’ve never given you bruises you didn’t want.”

A noise of disbelief from the phone. “What the fuck, you jerkface? Yes, you have.”

Ellis looks up at me.

I move my leg so that both of my feet are on the ground, so that I don’t have my entire vulva on display for him. Everything down there feels incredibly sensitive and throbbing.

“No way,” says Ellis, still looking at me.

“You hurt me all the time,” she says. “You do not give a shit about my feelings. Case in point, this. What the fuck was that you sent me?”

He smiles, holding my gaze, and I don’t like that smile on his face. It’s satisfied and more than a little cruel. He’s enjoying the fact she’s upset. This is the man who I was just letting put his mouth on my most sensitive, most personal place. This guy, he’s… unhinged. “I think you know what it was.”

“You liked it, then?”

“Did it sound like I was enjoying myself?”