Page 38 of Skin Deep

Paxton trailed more bites up the small of my back before shifting to put more on my shoulders where it hurt so much more, but that was what I wanted. I needed the pain, needed the tiny micro-doses of adrenaline that shot through me with every bite.

My spine straightened as I felt a thick finger massage gently over my entrance. Fuck, that felt so good. I should’ve let people play with my ass more before they fucked me, but I was too damn impatient. Half the time, I’d just wanted to get off and be done with it.

“Lube!” I pleaded when I felt him start to press his finger in dry. My voice was high and tight.

“Aw, that’s so cute.” Teeth snapped against my ear before he rose to his knees behind me. “You think you get to make requests. You seem to have forgotten what you asked me for. Lube is for when I want you to enjoy it.”

Any protest I had died when I heard him spitting and felt something wet drip over my ass. I froze, my entire body going stiff. For a moment, my only thought was how filthy I was, how badly I needed to go wash offright now. Then spit-slick fingers were probing my ass, pushing me open roughly. The burning stretch, the pressure, was too much. I shouted and doubled over, my safe word on the tip of my tongue, but I refused to let it out. If I couldn’t take a bit of rough fingering, how was I ever supposed to survive what I really wanted?

“This is what you get for being such a fucking cock tease,” Paxton said and spat again, spreading the spit over his fingers. “You get treated like the filthy whore I know you are. Admit it. If I’d offered that first night, you would’ve been on board to ride my cock.”

“Yes!” I shouted as he pushed his fingers in even rougher. I fell forward, my feverishly hot and tear-stained cheek resting against the cool blanket.

“And tonight when we were out? When you were getting all pissy about me chatting up the other couple? Bet you wanted me to drag you into the bathroom and fill you with my cum right then and there so everyone would know you weremyfilthy little slut.”

Anger flared to life in my chest like a wildfire as I remembered the way that woman had been all over him, the easy way he’d smiled at her, their high fives and laughter. If he’d been trying to make me jealous, it had worked. The harder he fucked me with his fingers, the more I wanted to tear out that bitch’s throat with my teeth.

“She doesn’t get to have you,” I grunted. “No one does.”

“Oh? And why’s that?”

“Because I don’t share. I’m the only one you’ll ever need. If anyone fucking touches you… I’ll fucking kill them.”

“You’re never hotter than when you want to fuck somebody up. I like you all jealous and possessive of me.”

“Then get your fucking cock in me and claim me.”

I sagged as he withdrew his fingers, whimpering as he left me empty.

“Oh, don’t worry. We’re getting there.” Bedsprings squeaked and then he yanked my pants off the rest of the way, flinging them to the floor. I was suddenly being lifted like I weighed nothing to straddle his hips. With my hands behind my back, I was reliant on him to hold me up, which he did with a single hand on my lower back. The other hand positioned his cock against my entrance.

My eyes flared wide. Fuck, he was big. I’d known, but seeing it and feeling it were two different experiences, and now I was second-guessing the decision not to insist on more lube.

He smirked and brought his hand up, holding in front of my face, palm up. “Spit.”

I shook my head. “I can’t.” It’s too dirty. We’ll get sick. Why can’t he see that? Doesn’t he understand how filthy that is? How contaminated he’ll be?

“Either spit or take me dry. Your choice.”

My mouth became a desert as I considered, heart pounding. Both options seemed equally terrifying, but at least if he fucked me dry, the worst that could happen was a little tearing, which would be unpleasant, but not fatal.

What the fuck was I even thinking? That wasn’t rational, not by a long shot. Surely a little spit would be easier than taking him without any proper lubricant.

But I couldn’t do it. My tongue was too dry anyway. Just bringing it up had made every ounce of saliva in my mouth evaporate.

I swallowed and glanced over at the scalpel which he’d left untouched so far. “Cut me. Use that.”

Paxton lifted an eyebrow. “You’d rather me bleed you and use your blood as lube than spit in my fucking hand?”

My face flushed hot. “Yes.” I was such a fucking idiot. Rationally, I knew that blood wasn’t a great option, that the risk of infection was actually higher, but my stupid broken brain wouldn’tletme spit.

Paxton snorted and grabbed the scalpel. “Where?”

I looked down at my body. Somewhere with a larger fat deposit or thicker muscle would be better, but unlike Paxton, I wasn’t made of muscle. “Outside of my thigh. Press gently, a feather touch. It’s super sharp. It’ll be softer than warm butter.”

He nodded and shifted how I was sitting on him so my legs were spread wide across his lap. I stared at his cock jutting up, hard and beautiful, the tip glistening in the low light.

He lowered the blade toward my skin, hesitating.

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