We stay in silence as he opens the shower and makes sure it's the right temperature before stepping inside and pulling me with him under the water. I sigh when I feel the warm water and throw my head back. Saint is in front of me and he starts touching my chest and arms almost reverently for a second. "I'll help you," he says. I don't know what he means exactly, until he lathers up his hands and reaches around me. His fingers find my ass again and this time I get tense and uncomfortable, and he feels it, "You need to wash it off every time. I'll help you this time... I'm the one who messed you up anyway." "I think I can do that myself," I murmur, still uncomfortable, but he doesn't stop. All I can do is hold onto his arm and relax my body against his as he... washes me off. This doesn't even feel sexual anymore, it only feels extremely intimate. Like the type of stuff I would only do with Dolly. A long-time partner, I mean. "Saint..." I gulp, knowing damn well this could sta
"You really like me, then?" I ask, unable to let this go. I need those words, I need them. I need to know I'm not actually stupid and delusional and he has been into me this whole damn time, "You've always liked me?" "I've been into you the whole time, yes," he finally admits and starts hinting at another finger inside of me. Fuck, even one is too much, but I bet two will feel way better, "You... might be... my type." "What?" I ask, starting to lose my mind a little but forcing myself to pay attention to his words. They are more important than the delicious pressure in my ass, "What does that mean?" He goes deeper, fully giving me his two fingers. He pushes them in and out until I get used to the sensation. "It means I’m really into you. And I’ve never been this into someone before," he finally responds and does something inside my ass that has me throwing my head back and moaning out loud. Fuck, he's deeper now. He's actually inside of me, with two full fingers, "I've never
He's fucking in between my legs like an animal now, so hard and unrelenting. I know his mind is gone right now."Call me Alpha," he demands in the midst of his pleasure. "You own me, Alpha Saint," I obey and I immediately get rewarded by his hands grabbing both of my pecs hard as fuck. And I get so damn close to an orgasm, I have to stop touching myself, "I don't wanna come yet. Don't let it end yet.""Shit, you're right," he groans behind me and stops his movements for a second to catch his breath. I really want to look at him in this state, but before I even turn around or ask for it, Saint pushes me to the side and then turns me until I'm looking up at him from the mattress. I feel like a rag doll, "Gorgeous boy."I can't stop the stupid smile that takes over my face at that comment. He must be completely lost in pleasure still, to call me that. But I get it, I'm also lost. Gone. I don't think I've ever felt like this before, not even with Dolly. Not with anyone. I feel... actua
I think Saint is actually loving this more than me, for sure, but... yeah, I don't hate this. I love holding him in my hand and having him inside of my mouth, I love knowing I'm making him feel good. I love how he's holding my head, with much more care than ever before.I moan around his fat dick and try to take as much of it as possible. It makes me choke right away because I'm not used to it, but I push through. I have to make it good."Fuck, baby," he moans and thrusts his hips, making me choke again, but he doesn't move back, "Breathe through your nose and relax your throat. I'm going to fuck your mouth."Holy shit. I try to follow his instructions, but he gives me no time. Before I know what's going on, he holds onto my head and starts literally fucking my mouth. I feel like I'm going to pass out, but I remember to breathe through my nose and I just... let him use me. Saint is moaning and calling me baby, his dick harder than life and making me forget about absolutely everythi
"What is it?" Saint asks, looking briefly at me as we walk through the hallway to his room. I don’t say anything, "You got all in your head. Tell me, I'll find out anyway ." "How?" I ask, biting down on my lower lip and walking inside the room after him. "I told you, I always know everything. I can't explain why, I just do," he says, shrugging and turning to me once we're both inside, "So? What's it going to be?" "Let's test it," I say, biting even more on my own lip. So much, I end up taking a big chunk out, "Ouch, damn." "Dumbass," Saint shakes his head and takes three steps until he's in front of me. He grabs my face and wipes my lip... then he looks at his finger and his eyes change a little. They dilate and I can see it because the blue of his eyes change. And he looks entranced by my blood like a vampire. "Don't do that,” I let out in a panic when I see him take his finger to his mouth. There's no way he's going to lick it, right? But I still freak out and grab his ha
I don't know how much longer we stay in this hellhole, but at some point Saint finally decides to stop torturing me. "We're leaving," he says right in my ear, "Behave, Birdie." Ugh. Turns out, we can't walk like a merged person, so he gets in front of me and leads the way while I hang onto his shirt and allow him to. "You drive," Saint says to someone and pulls his keys out of his pocket. "But I've been drinking..." Brody murmurs, unsure, "You think it'll be okay? No accidents?" "You think I'd risk it?" Saint scoffs in an annoyed tone, "Of course it'll be okay, idiot. Don’t question me.” "He doesn’t like being questioned. Just believe him," Angel lets out with a dumb, very drunk, laugh, "I just want to get there, so let's go." "Yeah, me too," Sammy says and winks at me before slipping inside the backseat right after Angel. Saint is the next one to get in and just when I think he'll shut the door and leave me out, he grabs my hand and forces me to get inside too. And sit sidewa