Keep Me (Broken Heroes 3)

“I want to taste you, Mouse.” I press my lips against the side of her neck, alternating between sucking and kissing. She softly whimpers, tilting her head, exposing more of her neck to me. And like a man starved of food, I ravage her, turning her around in my arms, while backing up to press her back against the tile. I blaze a trail of hot kisses across her collarbone and down between her tits, rolling her pink puckered nipples between my fingers.

My lips travel lower, over her smooth belly, and to each hip, which I bite tenderly. Another soft whimper of pleasure escapes her pink lips as I do this, and I slowly drop down to my knees on the floor before her. Her hands make their way into my hair, and she peers down at me. She looks like a goddamn angel, and fuck, I’ll be damned if I don’t want to fuck the good right out of her. Placing a soft kiss against her mound, I slide the tip of my tongue between her folds, very slowly, before hooking both of her legs over my shoulders.

She slides down the wall with a yelp, but I catch her ass in my hands, my fingers messaging the soft flesh.

“I’ll always catch you if you fall,” I murmur into her softness, pressing my lips over her clit. I move my hands up, to her thighs, spreading her wider, until I see her pretty pink pussy beckoning me forward.

I lick my lips and dive in, licking her from top to bottom. She melts in my fucking hands, and I feel my cock harden when her fingers grip onto my hair painfully.

“Hurt me, Mouse. Hurt me like I hurt you,” I growl against her pussy, and her moan of pleasure vibrates through the fucking walls of the bathroom. I know I have to hear that sound again. I feast on her like she is my last meal, licking and sucking her clit furiously. Mouse starts panting and I suck harder, flicking the tip of my tongue all while continuing to suck.

I feel my muscles burning, my need to be inside her nearly consuming me, but I push the fucking thought down as I feel her fingers sink into my scalp. Her nails are nothing, but they dig into the skin, causing a sting of pain and pleasure to course through my veins.

“Come for me, Mouse, come all over my fucking tongue,” I demand.

She wiggles her ass in my hands as if she’s trying to get away, and I smile, knowing there is nowhere for her to go.

“I… Xander… I’m…” She gasps, her movements frantic, and her hips thrust upward, grinding her pussy into my face. I move from her clit to her entrance right as she goes off, my tongue swirling around inside her tight little hole as her sweet cream gushes all over my tongue.

“Mmmm…” I moan between her folds. “You taste so fucking delicious. Like a find fucking wine, I think you taste better every time I dip my tongue inside you.”

I lick her from ass to clit a few more times before placing her back on her feet. Her knees seem to buckle beneath her, and she places a hand on my shoulder to steady herself.

“You’re really good… at that.” She giggles, and it’s the cutest fucking sound I’ve ever heard. I take in her pinked cheeks and her big blue eyes that have this sated look to them. She looks relaxed and thank fuck, because I don’t know what the hell is going to happen at this auction tonight. I don’t know if Mouse’s sister is even alive still, but I hope so.

I really fucking do, because I want to make her happy even after everything. I still want her to be happy. I have no fucking clue how, but I’ll try. I want to keep that beautiful smile of hers on her face as long as I can.

“I’ve got lots and lots of practice.” I wink and start washing us both.

“Does it bother you that I’m not as experienced as you?” she asks as I wash her hair, gently massaging her scalp.

“Not a single bit. Knowing I’ll be your first everything is very… satisfying.” My honesty to her question surprises me. The more I’m around her, the more I want to tell her. I want to tell her about my past, about what I want for my future.

Fuck. I put up this front. I tell myself I have to be this hardened criminal only to hate myself later for hurting her. Like before we got on the plane. I hurt her. I could see it in her eyes, the sadness, the anger, and fear. How long can I keep this up with her?

The thought of being that man to her kills me. As I rinse her hair, I think about the fact that I could do this for her every single day. I could keep her as mine, and mine only. I’ve already told her she can never leave. It would be so easy to do.