“You have no idea,” she says, bucking against me.
I don’t make her wait any longer. Finding her clit with my thumb, I push down and dip my tongue between her folds in a languid lick, watching her eyes close and face relax as she relaxes her head back into the pillow. I continue to make lazy circles with my thumb while I lick. Bringing my other hand up, I push one finger into her. She gasps, and I smile against her pussy. I live for those little sounds, the moans and breaths that let me know exactly how I’m affecting her.
She grips her fingers tighter into my hair, bringing her legs up around me and resting her heels on my back, digging in to lift herself higher.
“So greedy.” I laugh.
“Shut up and get back to work,” she says, moving higher.
“Yes, ma’am.” I draw my finger out and push it back in. Pulling my thumb back, I suck her clit into my mouth and curve my finger up, knowing exactly what she likes after this past month of experimenting.
“Oh God, yes. Right there,” she says, her face drawing up in concentration now when I glance at her. “Right there,” she whispers this time before pulling her head up and locking eyes with me as I feel her contract around my finger, her mouth parted in an O that always makes her look surprised.
I don’t release her clit until her pussy stops contracting, and she drops her head back to the pillow, a satisfied smile on her face.
“Again,” she demands.
I chuckle. “What about school?”
She groans, throwing a hand across her face. “I’m dropping out.”
I snort, and she breaks out in a smile, grabbing the covers to pull over herself.
“Get up,” I tell her, pulling down on the covers. “You’re going to smother me. I’m still down here.” I cock an eyebrow.
“Wait, I need to take care of you,” she says, suddenly sitting up.
“You can later. I don’t mind a little afternoon delight. You need to get ready.” I maneuver myself out from between her legs.
“Fine,” she says with an eye roll before turning over to lay a soft kiss on my lips.
She hops out of bed. Facing me, she slowly and seductively pulls her T-shirt up her body as she walks backward. Tossing it on top of me, she blows a kiss and then giggles as she runs into the hallway, her ass shaking and making me harder than I was before.
This girl has ruined me.
I lie in bed for as long as I can after Pepper leaves for school. I finally make myself get up to refill my water. I’m trying to drink slowly, so I don’t have to make many bathroom runs on crutches when there’s a loud knock on the door. I pause, confused about who would be coming to visit in the middle of the day. I’ve decided that someone has the wrong door when the knock comes even louder, and I hear someone talking.
“Ben, open up. It’s me.” Mark’s voice rings out, and I flinch, but part of me feels relieved that he’s alive.
This can’t be good.
I hobble over to the door as quickly as I can and reach to unlock the dead bolt. Positioning myself to the side, I turn the knob and fling the door back, catching it with the bottom of my crutch to hold it in place. I’m surprised when it’s not only Mark standing there, but also two guys I would purposefully avoid if I ever met them on the street. And I’m not small.
Mark shoots me an apologetic look mixed with a little bit of fear, and my stomach sinks. One of the large guys reaches out to push the door further open, and I pull my crutch back as the three of them step inside, the door slamming shut behind them with an ominous thud.
“What’s going on?” I raise an eyebrow at Mark before letting my eyes shift to the two pro-wrestler-type men who have their arms crossed over their chests, looking like they want to sit on top of me until I can’t breathe.
“Ben, I need help,” Mark says, his voice a little shaky, and I know my sinking feeling earlier was right. This isn’t a friendly visit. “I need some money.”
“What happened to the money I just gave you? What happened to you? You just left the hospital with a head injury.” I glare at him, angry for being so careless.
“The money is gone.” Mark fiddles with the hem of his shirt, not looking at me, his eyes darting around wildly. “How did you know about my head?”
“I was the one who carried you out of the burning building.”
One of the two guys narrows his eyes at me.
“I-I didn’t know.” Mark shuffles one foot.
“I know. You were unconscious. I tried to come see you at the hospital, but you had left.”
“I had to,” he says, his eyes looking back toward the two men.
I rein in my anger, realizing that this is something that should be talked about later.
“How much do you owe now?” I sigh, looking between him and the two men who haven’t moved. Maybe they are his bodyguards. Here to protect him from me jumping on top of him and pummeling him into the ground.
“Thirty thousand,” one guy answers in a gruff voice, and I see the color drain from Mark’s face.
“You said twenty-five,” he squeaks out.
Nope, not his bodyguards.
“Was twenty-five, but the boss wants interest now. He’s tired of you not paying up.”
Fuck, Mark. I run a hand over my face and look up, hoping that God will write the answer on the ceiling for me.
When nothing appears, I lower my eyes and squint, brain continuing to tell me that I don’t have an answer. I know these guys won’t accept that.
“How much time do you have?”
“Time’s up,” the second guy says, voice even more gruff. It’s like these guys gargle rocks for their morning routine.
Fuck. Fuck,
