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“Oh god. I can’t believe we just did that.”
“Not god, baby. But you can call me your own personal devil.” I don’t know when he did it, but he notched himself at my entrance and he drives into me at once, forcing two of his fingers into my mouth at the same time. I can taste myself immediately, so I know these were the same two digits that made me come just moments before.
He fucks into my body with wild abandon, shoving his cock and hand as far as they can go into my body. I gag and feel tears spill down my face as saliva dribbles from between my stretched lips.
“Daddy’s little fucking whore. Do you feel the eyes on you as you choke, making a mess?” His degrading words make my core clench tighter, and my eyes roll further back into my head. I let the feelings wash over me, losing myself to everything until all I can feel is him.
“Came all over my bar, leaving your juices behind for someone to have to clean up. Do you think Brian here behind the bar is going to use a rag or his tongue to clean up the mess you made? I pay him enough; he’ll do whatever I tell him to. Maybe I’ll make you fucking clean it up.” I use my hand to brace myself against the lip of the bar to keep from falling off as he drives further into me, unable to speak even if I wanted to.
A sharp slap against the top of my pussy sets off my climax, smaller than before, but my body is so overstimulated all I can feel is the never-ending tremors as I hear my dad grunt before stilling, spilling into me.
I don’t know how much time passes, lost to the sensations still running through my body until I feel a tongue licking me, sucking hard at my sore hole. The slurping sounds are illicit and finally I open my eyes and see his bright green eyes staring at me.
But if he’s looking at me, who’s…
Leaning up on my elbows, I see Lincoln between my legs again, this time with no barrier, cleaning my dad’s come out of me. Dad pets his hair as he works and then Lincoln pulls back, and Dad tilts his head to inspect the job he’s done.
“Look at this puffy, red pussy. You’re gonna be sore for a bit, wildcat.” He turns his head to Lincoln, offering him praise, “Immaculate clean-up job, puppy. Thank you,” before pressing a kiss to his head and watching as he walks off.
“We’re gonna go to my office here and get cleaned up, and then let’s go home. You need to rest, and all I want to do is hold you.” My body sags in relief as he carries me in a bridal hold with my arms looped around his neck.
I’m so sleepy.
CHAPTER23
MAVERICK
I’m lying here in my bed with October curled into my side. She kept quiet most of the time when we cleaned up and on the drive home, lost to her own head space. I made sure she was clean and safe. Made her drink some water and offered her some food. Taking care of her is paramount over anything else.
I may treat her like a whore, but we both get off on it. Treating her like a queen any other time is as fundamental to my being as having a healthy outlet for all my desires. I think she’s fully starting to realize how my life is like, and while I’ve never treated anyone with the level of care as I do her, I always make sure anyone I’ve ever played with is safe and okay afterwards.
My shirt is huge on her and seeing her in my clothes does something primal to me. I will my dick to fucking chill out because now is not the time. We’re both tired and chasing an orgasm right now is unnecessary.
But some other time if I was to come home and see her in the house with nothing but this shirt, I’m going to chase her until I can sink myself into her. Primal has never been high as one of my kinks, but right now, I have a newfound appreciation for it.
I’ve spent the last hour stroking her hair, waiting for her to fall asleep, but she hasn’t. She’s still awake and finally I break the silence, “What troubles you, O? Usually by now, you’d be passed out.” Concern colors my tone because if she’s not fucking okay, then I’m not half the man I thought I was.
She sighs before pulling out of my arms and sitting up. Turning to face me, she crosses her legs underneath her and pulls my t-shirt over her knees. I sit myself up and rest against the headboard, giving her space and the time to say whatever is weighing on her.
“What are we?” her brow furrows and I see the stress lining her face. It’s a valid question and the talk we should have had two days ago before I had to be a dick would have eased her worries. She’s back down to earth and no longer caught up in the haze that surrounds us, and now all of it is coming up.
Smoothing my fingers down her forehead and bridge of her nose, I reach down to her hands and lace my fingers through hers. Something so uncomplicated, but the sheer act is a level of intimacy that I am unfamiliar with. But it feels right, holding her hand and experiencing something much rarer than fucking and pleasure. The pleasure this brings is the closest feeling I’ll ever get to being holy.
“We’re triangles.”
A laugh escapes her before a, “What?” slips out.
I smile because now I have to explain it to her. I tell her about what Monica said, and how she explained it to me.
“Triangles, huh? I guess I can get behind that title.” She gives me a beaming smile back.
“We are whatever we want to call ourselves, October. Together. A couple. I know we talked briefly earlier about no one touching the other, but let me make myself clear. I want you, that much is evident. I love you more than I will love anything else in this world and the next. You are chaos in an angelic form for me. They call me a devil but make no mistake, I will love you with the same ferocity that I love hell. Wholly and completely. Never-ending and with no limits. I will capture the moon so you can bathe in its light. All you have to do is wish for it and it’s yours. That’s how I will love you from here and now and until a sinner like me sits on the throne below.” I blow out a breath because I just gutted myself from sternum to stomach and spilled everything I’ve held in tightly. Part of me is nervous about how she’ll respond to everything I just said.
“If I’m chaos and you’re the devil, then I’m happy to be with you in hell. I’ll follow you for always, because what I’ve been trying to tell you for weeks is that there is nowhere else I would want to be. I knew it subconsciously before I really confronted myself about it. As soon as I saw you that night, it’s like it all clicked. Two triangles merged into one final form.” A lingering anxiety leaves me because she gets me. She understands me and us better than I could have hoped for.
I tried to fight it. My attraction and hers. I wanted to keep her pure and untainted from the venom that runs through my veins, but what I failed to realize was that it was the same. I was denying her to be her most authentic self. Trying to force her into a box that she didn’t belong in.
And that’s the thing about life. We can only force it for so long before something snaps and breaks.
