“It’s the only way we’ll get it on,” I inform him with a snort.
We head inside, and as soon as I close the door, Tox drops his shorts. His erection pops out, staring right at me, and I just shake my head as I walk away.
“Where are you going?” he calls as I enter the kitchen.
“Washing my hands.”
He enters the kitchen, and I check his wound. It is already showing signs of healing, and it looks good, with no sign of infection, no strange smells, nothing off at all.
“I think you might’ve done that before,” he accuses as I cover the wound again.
“Removed a bullet? Yes. I stitched myself up after too. You might need stitches. I’m not sure.”
“It should heal itself,” he assures me.
“I should’ve thought about the stitches earlier, but…”
“But?”
“You distract me,” I admit.
“Not during the battle.”
“I was going out of my mind with worry over you.”
“You? How about me? You bled when I shot you!”
“I had to in order to sell it! Fake blood, obviously.”
“Yes, well, you could’ve told me that beforehand,” he grumbles.
“Oh, and what do you think I was thinking when you got shot!”
“I was fine!”
“Yes, well, you—”
Whatever else I was going to say his lips swallow up, and he carries me to the bedroom, not letting his lips move from mine so I can’t laugh even though I want to.
I’m that deliriously happy.
I’ve never felt like this before.
It’s strange and new.
But I like it. I like it a lot.
19
Tox
I lay Sophia onto the bed, and I tenderly take off her clothes. The sight of her beautiful body beneath me has my cock throbbing with need.
I need her.
I must have her.
I will have her.
First, I bury my face in her neck, inhaling her scent and then licking, kissing, and biting her. She gasps and moans, wiggling beneath me, and I love the way she moves, the way she teases me, the way I torment her because I most definitely am tormenting her.
From there, I assault one of her nipples and then the other, loving the way she reacts to my every touch. I lick one of her nipples and then breathe onto it, and she shivers with delight.
She’s mine. The way she reacts to me… There’s no one else for her. She has to realize that? That her boobs are mine to hold and fondle, her nipples to kiss and suck on, her pussy to fill with my cum over and over again.
She’s mine.
And I’m hers, I realize as a groan escapes me the moment she reaches down and brushes her fingers against the head of my cock. She rubs her thumb over the head, spreading my precum over the tip, and I’m afraid I’m going to blow my load right now, onto her stomach rather than inside her.
That would be an ovian shame.
I wiggle and try to move down so that she can’t touch my cock, but she wraps her legs around my waist and flips us, rolling us over so now she’s on top, and I’m on the bottom.
Sophia grins down on me. “My turn to be on top.”
“Go ahead,” I challenge her. “Ride me. Claim me if you can.”
“Don’t even try to pretend that you aren’t claimed already,” she counters, flipping her head so that her hair flies. It’s so ovian sexy.
Everything she does is sexy.
“You’re the one claimed.” I reach up and touch her throat that’s marred with fresh hickeys.
She touches the side of her neck. “You do like to leave marks, don’t you?”
“Yes.”
“Well, I can leave my own mark.”
With that, she dips down her head, and she licks a long line from my neck down my pecs, through my six pack, down to my cock. She licks the length of me, kisses the tip, and then she takes one of my balls into her mouth.
Fuck. Ovian. I can’t see, can’t think, can’t breathe.
When she presses with her teeth ever so slightly, I can’t stop myself. I’m erupting, and Sophia releases my ball and claims my cock, sucking down every squirt except for the first one.
After she swallows, she smirks at me. “Well, now, that was almost too easy.”
“You were supposed to ride me,” I grumble.
“I will. Next time,” she promises.
I make my cock wiggle. “What about right now?”
She eyes me dubiously. “You can?”
I eye her and then stare at my still-hard cock.
She grabs my shaft and pumps once. “You are really hard, but will you be able to stay that way?”
“Will you let me prove myself to you?”
She slowly nods. “Go ahead.”
“Then ride me.”
Sophia gives me a look that says really? But she does sink herself onto my cock. She’s so wet and tight that I love it.
“Go ahead,” I urge. “Ride me.”
“I will.”
She eases herself all the way down, taking every inch of me inside her, and then she rocks forward a little bit.
Fuck that. Too slow. Not hard enough. I need more.
But she continues to torture me, lifting her hair behind her head, her boobs bouncing magnificently. It’s just that my balls want to blow again.
I groan and place my hands on her hips.
“No,” she says, forcing them away.
“But—”
“Not yet,” she says firmly.
“But—”
“It’s called going slow and easy,” she says.
“But—”
“I’ll speed up.” She winks. “When I want to.”
I grimace, but after she maintains that slow, torturous pace, I reach my hand down, and I find her clit and flick it. She lets out a hiss, so I do it again. She’s even wetter, so very wet. Sophia loves the way I touch her, and ovian, do I love to touch her.
My other hand rests on her hip again, and I keep on applying pressure on her clit. She’s panting, going a little faster now, and I can tell she’s close, but she’s not quite there yet.
So, because she’s torturing me, I stop rubbing her clit with my thumb.
“What?” Her eyes fly open, and she glowers at me. “Please, Tox.”
“Please what?”
“Touch me,” she whimpers.
“Go faster,” I urge.
She grits her teeth.
“Why won’t you?” I ask.
“The other guys I’ve been
