Page 63 of Honey, Honey
I could do this, I could hold it off to share this with her. I needed to do this with her.
“2…”
“1. Cum with me, princess.Cum with Daddy.” My voice was loud to my own ears. The sound of it was reminiscent of the awful ringing that accompanied gunfire at too close of range, but instead of that pop and then disoriented tinny ringing, it was the spray of the shower and our breathing turning into one mix of white noise.
A strangled cry came from Honey, that beautiful fucking sound was the thing that pushed me over the edge. My body tensed and I looked down at her where she had her thighs clamped tight around her hand, her mouth stuffed full of my cock while she climaxed. I had never seen a more perfect thing.
I came so hard I nearly lost my fucking footing on the wet tiles of the shower. “Princess,” I growled, emptying my balls down her throat. I was true to my word and there was more than she could swallow, the white of my cum dribbling down the side of her mouth while she sagged forward, body shaking against my leg.
We were both still for a second and then I pulled in a deep breath, and then another. When I was steady enough I reached down and pulled her up into my arms. She was wobbling and glassy-eyed, she was going to need a tender touch after this. I ran my thumb alongside her mouth, scooping away the cum that was there and moved to wash it off in the shower but Honey caught my hand with hers to stop me. She leaned in close and licked the cum off my thumb.
“That’s mine,” she whispered, lips still against my thumb.
I bit back a moan and kissed her instead. The taste of me on her lips and tongue kicking my need for her back into high gear. I could feel my dick starting to take interest. It hadn’t even been a full five fucking minutes and I could go another round. This time with her cunt wrapped around my dick, not her mouth.
She was going to be the death of me.
I kissed her again. There were worse ways to go.
Chapter Twenty
HONEY
That’s it,suck your Daddy’s dick like a good little cumslut.
The shower had been...amazing. The grip of Law’s hand in my hair, the way his cock had felt on my tongue, his cum in my mouth. Fuck, it had all been...okay, amazing was a bullshit word, but it was the best I could do right now since I was in a daze. My body felt light and happy, every part of it lit up from inside to the point that I could have been floating for all I knew. If my feet touched the ground it was news to me.
But then again, Law was carrying me so I guess my feet hadn’t really hit the ground. He’d toweled us both off, me in my dopey haze, and after getting me into my robe again he’d carried me to the bed and dressed himself.
“I’m taking you to your suite,” he’d said, reaching for me. This time my arms went around his neck without hesitation. Law scooped me off the bed and left his room. We were in the hallways of the Cairn with Law striding purposefully and utterly at ease as if he carried me around on the daily. I heard a peal of laughter sound from behind us and a door to a room slammed shut, muffling the merriment. There were voices on the heels of it and I knew we now had company in the hallway. When I looked over his shoulder in the direction of the voices, Law spoke.
“It’s just after three. Still plenty early in the club.”
“Oh, yeah, I guess I forgot,” I waved a hand at the hallway and leaned back against his chest, “about all of this while we were…” my voice trailed off and I blushed, “you know,” I finished.
He chuckled, his arms tightening slightly around me and holding me closer. “Yes, I know,” he said, the rumble of his voice in his chest comforting. It felt familiar and reassuring in a way that it shouldn’t have given this was our first night together–if you didn’t count the night in my apartment which I wasn’t sure I did–but Law talking to me like this, the way he held me, how we fit together...it all felt right.
So fucking right.
I was basking in the beauty and comfort of that rightness when everything in my world went sideways. Just like it usually did. Because of course, it fucking did.
Christian.
He was at the end of the hallway, just turning the corner and ambling towards us. The woman from earlier was still with him, her arms wrapped around his waist tightly as they walked. She was looking up at him and smiling, her face showing how much she clearly adored the man she was with. It was a pity really given that Christian looked utterly fucking bored.
It was a look I recognized well. The one he gave when the attention he was getting just wasn’t up to snuff. The one he got before he started getting mean for fun.
I shivered and pulled my robe tighter, turning my face into Law’s chest so that I wouldn’t see Christian or the woman with her heart in her eyes. God, I hoped someone told her to put her heart somewhere he couldn’t see it. It shouldn’t be that bare and open to him. If only someone would–
“Which way to your suite?” Law asked. He’d stopped walking now and was looking ahead. I wondered if he saw Christian.
I lifted my head and swallowed hard. “What?”
“Your suite. Which way is it?” he asked again, nodding at the hallway in front of us. We were in the main corridor but there was an intersection coming up, one that had three halls that went off in different directions. I uttered a silent prayer of thanks when I saw that Christian was definitely not going up the hallway that had my suite. He’d already crossed through the intersection and was heading right for us.
“To the left,” I mumbled quickly with a jerk of my head and then went back to where I was, head pressed his chest and my chin dipped down. “It’s the fourth door on the left after that.”
“What’s wrong?” Law asked. I glanced up at him, from under my lashes to see that he was staring ahead, his eyes narrowed and his jaw set. He hadn’t started walking again and the sinking feeling I’d had that he’d spotted Christian grew. There was no way the man didn’t know why I was hiding as best I could.
