Page 105 of A Dark Duet

My eyes look around and I find Brie shaking with her knees to her chest and her face hidden, sitting on the floor. My heart breaks to see her scared and terrified.

I pick her up and carry her, heading to the locker room. “It’s okay, baby. I have you. I’m here. I promise no one will ever hurt you,” I tell her softly, kissing her temple. She hides her face in the crook of my shoulder and I push open the door of the locker room and head to the shower.

I take my shirt off after I turn on the shower and let the steam heat up the shower area and peel my shorts down my legs. She is looking down, shivering, wringing her hands. I remove her shoes and all her clothes until we are both naked. I pick her up and walk us both under the spray of water, trying to get her to calm down.

She looks at me and I walk with her in my arms until her back is against the wall and her legs are wrapped around my waist. The water is dripping down our bodies and my gaze travels over her beautiful perky breasts and pink nipples. She is still shaking but her eyes are trained on me. My head lowers and my tongue slides over her nipple, wrapping my lips around the pink bud and sucking gently. A gasp leaves her mouth and her back arches as the spray of water sluices down my back. Her body is seeking the pleasure it needs to feel warm and safe.

“I want to be inside you. The only one inside you,” I rasp against her skin between each kiss I place on her breast. My cock is painfully hard, wanting nothing more than to slide into her where it belongs but not tonight and not ever like this.

“Tell me you want me, Briana. Tell me you want me to suck your sweet pussy. Tell me, baby. I need you to tell me so I can slide my tongue and suck that sweet cunt.”

I never use her full name but when I’m asking her to give me permission, I want it clear. I’ll never force her. I’ll never take her silence as permission. Ever. If I have her again, I’m never going to let her go.

“Yes, Jaden. Please,” she pleads breathlessly.

I let her slide down the length of my body and then get on my knees because she is the only woman I would kneel for. I slide my fingers between the folds of her tight cunt, making sure she is wet. Her tight bud is swollen and aching to be sucked but I’m careful with her. I’ve always been careful with her making sure to build her up before taking her hard. Call it instinct, and deep down, I knew I needed to be. I always felt it with Briana. I am rough but gentle with her unless she asks me to take her a certain way. When I wanted to be rough, she would never protest. If I wanted to tie her hands, she let me.

My biggest fear is for me to hurt her physically. If I hurt her having sex, I would never forgive myself for being rough with her. That asshole touched her, the look of terror on her face sent me reeling in anger and I vow in this moment to erase it. I will erase the feeling and I would do anything to keep her safe.

Her breathing picks up as I slide my tongue and suck her pussy, twirling and stroking her, holding one leg over my shoulder. Her fingers slide into my hair, and she moans in pleasure. Her pussy floods with her arousal on my tongue and the taste of her is addicting. She is so sweet.

She arches her back against the wall and she moans loud when my tongue swirls and flicks her clit over and over, rubbing on the spot that I know drives her crazy. Her beautiful sounds out of her mouth are echoing in the locker room. I know whoever is inside the gym can hear her moans inside the shower of the locker room, but I don’t care. Let them hear how she belongs to me. How Briana is mine and always will be mine. Anyone who tries to hurt her will feel my wrath.

“Did he hurt you? Please tell me if he hurt you,” I rasp between each flick of my tongue inside her sweet heat, trying to erase any memory or trigger that caused her to shiver in fear.

“I was scared when he grabbed me but then you came,” she says, holding my face between her bare pussy.

“I promise, baby. I’ll always protect you. Always,” I say against her sweet lips below, meaning every word.

Sliding my hands under her ass, holding her, I suck and flick my tongue in a rhythm. She moans with each flick and suck, I watch her head tilt back in pleasure.

“Yes, Jaden. Right there,” she says between a breath and a moan.

Her pussy tightens around my tongue, clenching as I wait to taste her sweet cum on my tongue. A couple of flicks more and finally, my dark angel falls so I can catch her in an earth-shattering orgasm. Her cry of pleasure is the sweetest music to my ears. My balls tighten and when I’m sure she has gotten her fill of pleasure, I fist my cock, fucking myself in my hand as I spill streams of cum, coming so hard I groan with my face against her bare pussy, sucking her clit inside my mouth until I drink all of her.

“You taste so good, fuck,” I say breathlessly. She stays silent and I lower her leg gently down, making sure she can stand on the tiles, and her knees don’t give out. We wash each other with shower gel until we rinse each other clean. I dry her first with a fluffy white towel I reached out of the towel warmer before drying myself.

Handing her my hoodie so she can wear it with her sneakers, she pulls it over her head, and I smile, inwardly loving the way she looks wearing my clothes.

Placing our soiled clothes inside my gym bag, I ask her, “Are you okay, Brie? I know you were scared but I want to know if you feel better after I… after the shower.” I’m afraid to say it because I hope she doesn’t feel that I took advantage of her because she was scared. She already thinks the worst of me.

She ties her wet hair in a messy bun. “I am grateful for you saving me from that asshole back there.”

“I’m sorry. This was bad timing and I never meant it to get this far. I didn’t bring you inside the locker room to take advantage of you. You were shivering and I wanted to comfort you.”

She stops in her tracks before leaving the locker room. Her eyes widen with a glare.

“I know it didn’t mean anything, but thank you?”

“I didn’t mean it that way.” I quip.

My mouth opens and closes, not knowing what to say. I don’t regret touching her or pleasuring her with my tongue, but I kind of feel like I took advantage of her when she was scared and vulnerable and it’s eating me inside. The seconds tick by when I stay silent. She closes her eyes and then opens them.

“I would like for you to take me to my home, please.”

“Not until I know that you are okay.”

“Fine.” She turns around and I grip her wrist tight but not so tight that it would hurt her.

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