Page 37 of Absolution

“As good as that feels, I want your mouth first and then your pussy, Siren. My cock has seen enough of my hand in your absence the last few months.”

I smile and release him, lowering myself to my knees as he works his briefs over his hips and down his legs. His cock is rigid with his need. It might be an odd thing to say, but Ratchet’s cock is a work of art. The veins wrapping around his thickness are like a beautiful piece of architecture, and every time I see it, it makes me pause to admire it.

I look up to him as I take his cock into my mouth. The tip slides against my tongue, which sends a moan slipping from his lips as his head falls back again. The tip of my tongue flicks against his frenulum, and I feel the veins of his cock pulsing against my lips in response to the touch. It’s a small act that drives him crazy. I let my teeth lightly graze his sensitive flesh, while I pull his cock from my mouth, before taking it back in. His hands fall to the top of my head as I quicken the pace. With each motion, the pulse from his cock vibrates more and more, until he suddenly pulls himself from my mouth with an audible pop.

In one swift motion, he hooks his hands under my shoulders and lifts me to my feet. He urgently grabs my leggings, and I give him a knowing warning not rip them. He just smiles, before dropping to his knees and sliding them off of me. He gently pushes me against the wall, spreading my legs with his hands. His mouth plunges straight to my aching, wet pussy. I cry out in pleasure, forcing my hands to run through his short hair. His tongue laps at my clit, biting and sucking, until I nearly come undone against the wall.

“I’m so close,” I protest when he removes his mouth.

“The only way you are getting off is around my cock,” he demands.

His devilish demands make me smile as he stands, but before I can protest, he hoists me back around his waist. His cock teases at my wet entrance, before he pushes himself inside of me, stretching and filling me to the brim. I press my back against the wall and wrap my hands around his neck. His smile beams as he thrusts hard.

“If you’re smiling Siren, then I am not doing my job correctly.”

I smile back, but it soon fades to pleasure within seconds as he quickens his pace. With each movement, he continues to increase his pace; his hands digging into my ass to the point that I know his fingerprints will be bruised into my flesh. But I don’t care. All I want is for him to fuck me, until I can’t take it anymore. As weird as it sounds, the aches I feel, with each step at work, remind me just who I belong to.

“Fuck me, Ratchet,” I murmur. “Harder, please.”

He smirks, as his pace increases more with sweat dotting his brow. Just a few seconds more, and I begin to feel the vibrations of my impending orgasm. I try to force it down to prolong our time together, but with each thrust, my back scrapes against the wall roughly turning me on even more.

Note to self, wall sex is super-hot, but this wallpaper shit has got to go next time. I’m pretty sure that the floral pattern on this wall is about to be permanently tattooed onto my back.

“Siren,” Ratchet moans. “I know you’re holding back. Give it to me. I need to feel you come.”

He leans down, taking one of my nipples into his mouth, knowing exactly what it does to me. His teeth nip my sensitive flesh, sending shockwaves straight to my clit. He releases my nipple, adjusts my hips one more time, and thrusts deeper into my core. My body shudders as my orgasm takes hold. My pussy clenches like a vice around his cock, when I feel his own release inside of me. He thrusts a few more times, before his forehead falls to mine and our chests heave from the exertion.

“I love you, Siren,” he whispers, before pulling his cock out of me and lowering me to the ground.

“I love you, Ratchet,” I repeat, pulling him in for a deepened kiss.

My eyes flick to the clock on the wall, and he catches me looking at it.

“Come on,” he says, pulling me by the hand. “Just enough time for me to get us both cleaned up, before I need to take you to work.”

“And maybe a round two?” I tease back.

“Jesus, woman. You are insatiable.”

He makes good on my request, but the high of the second orgasm is short lived, before its time to head to Willie’s for my lunch shift. Ratchet sits on the edge of the bed as I braid my wet hair in a tight plait against my head, in the mirror he installed for me.

He slides off the bed, stalking closer to me, and wraps his arms around my waist. He places a kiss on my neck, and looks up to our reflection in the mirror.

“I do love you, Siren. I know I have a shit way of showing it sometimes, but I do.”

“I know,” I respond, leaning into his embrace. The sweet moment between us lingers a little longer, before he pulls me away. As we ride towards the bar, my mind relives that moment he told me loved me over and over again like a song on repeat. His affirmation of his feelings leaves me walking on cloud nine my entire shift. Even Willie noted how happy I looked as I clocked out after my shift ended.

“Happiness is a good look on you, sugar. It’s nice to see you smile.”

“Thanks, Willie,” I respond back. “I’ll see you tomorrow!”

“Be safe, sugar!” he calls out in return.

Stepping outside of the bar, I instantly notice that Ratchet isn’t here. Reaching inside of my purse, I retrieve my phone and notice a missed call and voice mail notification on the front screen from a local number. With him running late and having a bit of extra time on my hands, I click on the bubble and the voicemail instantly plays, instead of waiting until I get home to take care of it.

“Hello, Erica. My name is Marissa Myers, and I am calling from the Hancock County Family Court office. I wanted to verify that you are available to attend the hearing regarding custody of an Asher Delmont that is scheduled for next Friday at ten o’clock in the morning. Please let me know if that time doesn’t work for you.”

I look down at the voice mail translated text to make sure that I didn’t mishear the message, but sure enough it has everything I heard clearly written on the screen. A wave of confusion washes over me.

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