TWENTY ONE

Ronan

Our last night.

It feels odd to even be thinking about it like that. Only a day ago I was counting the hours until this bloody thing was done.

Now...

I lean over the sink and stare at my face in the bathroom mirror. Recently, I've noticed the lines around my eyes that sort of snuck up on me in the last couple of years. They seem smaller today.

It's her. No, that's not quite true. Obviously, I've had her around for a little while. Maybe what it is is noticing her. Finally. Like I've had my head under a rock this whole time. Now I can't stop noticing.

Down at the beach, I couldn't stop noticing the way she bit her lip or the way the slope of her neck angled into her shoulders. The way she shivered when she was cold. The way she huddled into my jacket and lifted the collar to sniff it when she thought I wasn't looking.

Fuck.

That sort of shit should be illegal. I liked it way too fucking much.

She likes my smell. I'd almost say she likes me. She lights up every time I smile at her and looks at me like I hung the moon and stars. I need to be careful here. It's not fair for me to string this out. Only, it's addictive.

It must have done something stupid to my brain waking up in the same bed as Justine three days in a row. Twisted something. Broke something.

I can't quite shake the feeling it might be nice to do that more often.

Finally, I give in. I can't delay any longer. I open the bathroom door and peer out into the darkened bedroom. Justine is already tucked up in bed, wearing the dangerously small pajama shorts and a singlet so thin it's just begging for me to wet it with my saliva as I tease her nipples through the fabric.

God, I remember how she squirmed on my lap when I licked those little pink buds. I remember how hard I wanted to come in my pants while she humped my hard cock through our clothes. The only thing that held me back was knowing the mess I'd make. A minotaur is bad at the best of times, but after days of not coming...

I'm going to need a mop and bucket to clean up when I finally get to jerk off.

I palm down my growing erection as I hastily climb into bed next to her.

It felt stupid insisting on the chair or the wall of pillows tonight after what we did last night. And this morning...

To be honest, though, the only thing holding me back from doing those things again right now are the cameras in all corners of the room.

"Ronan?" Justine twists to face me, pillowing her hands under her cheek and blinking up at me with wide blue eyes. "Can I ask you something?"

"Hmm?" Caught off guard, I wonder what she might want to ask. I run some scenarios through my mind: she'll ask about my exes, or her job. Maybe she just wants me to spoon her again.

I wouldn't complain.

I do not expect what comes out of her mouth next. She pulls a pillow over her head and scooches in close. "They can't hear if we're sneaky," she whispers.

My cock, which had been subsiding, gives a little twitch.

"OK."

"Could you keep going? You know... after you... finish?"

Yeah, make that a big twitch. "You're asking if I can keep fucking after I've come?" Belatedly, I remember the cameras and lift a pillow to cover my own face. Now we're face to face in a little pillow fort like two kids on a lazy Sunday morning. Only, the way I feel about this moment is anything but childlike.

She chews her lip. "Well, not you specifically, of course. Just guys."

I frown. That I want her to be asking about me specifically isn't lost on me. "Well I can't speak for just guys. But if you did happen to be asking about me, the answer isn't totally straightforward."

"It isn't?"

God, the way she whispers makes me edge a little closer. I refrain from actually touching her. "No. It depends a little."

"On what?"

I sigh. "On how many times I've come already that day. On how turned on I am, on my partner. On whether she's come enough times yet."

Justine's next breath is a little shaky and I fucking love the way my words affect her.

"I usually can't stay hard and keep right on fucking. It has happened, but not often—" her eyes go very wide and she licks those pretty pink lips in a very distracting way.

I blunder on making the uncomfortable problem in my sweats worse. "—but that doesn't mean I'm stopping. Not if you—if the person I'm fucking isn't ready to stop. There is plenty to keep us occupied while I recover. Give it a little time and I'm usually ready to go again. Why do you ask?"

She flushes and her freckles stand out against the rosy blush. "Oh, you know... for science." Her gaze darts away and I don't even hold in my smile.

"Oh, no it's not, Traffic Lights. Did that piece of shit ex of yours tell you all guys are one and done? He did, didn't he? Well, maybe human guys are, but I guarantee if I was fucking you, I would not be content with one. For either of us."

I've said too much. I can't call back the words, though. I don't really want to with the way her ripe little cunt grows rich with that sweet scent I can't get enough of. Even under the blankets it fucking calls to me.

I turn away with a groan. "Now stop asking distracting questions I can't properly answer or we'll never get any sleep. Big day tomorrow."

Justine makes a little humming noise deep in her throat and I'm really tempted to turn back over.

Somehow I resist.

"Thanks," she whispers.

"Anytime."

She doesn't settle, though. Every time my eyes drift closed and I'm on the verge of sleep, she rolls to the other side, or adjusts her pillow.

With a grunt, I twist and lean up on an elbow to look at her. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," she says quickly. She's all hot and bothered, though. I know that look. I know that scent.

I chuckle. "I see. Come here." Before I can think too hard about it, I grab her and yank her right up against me.

Of course, my cock is instantly erect. She whimpers and grinds back against me.

Thought so.

Very carefully, beneath the blankets, I slip a hand down her front, over her deliciously soft belly and beneath the waistband of the tiny shorts until I'm teasing at the hair on her mound with my fingertips.

"Justine," I warn in her ear when she lets out a soft moan. "You'll have to be quiet, though. Do you think you can?"

Another whimper is my response.

I bring the hand I have under her up to cover her mouth. "Shhh." With my right hand, I slowly skate my fingers down until they meet a very wet, very needy pussy.

It's all I can do to smother my own grunt of awareness.

My cock throbs in my pants, pressing insistently against the seam of her ass.

Justine's mouth opens and I stuff my fingers inside, muffling the cry she lets out when I find her clit.

Then her soft lips close around my digits and she rolls her hips to fuck my hand like the needy little toy she is.

Fuuuuuuuck.

I'm praying no one is watching this footage as I work her clit in tiny circles, drawing moisture from her cunt to lubricate my movements. There is no way anyone could mistake what we're doing here. Trouble is I'm too far down this very slippery slope to stop, and I think Justine will scream the place down if I try.

She whimpers again around my fingers as her body bucks against my fingers. My dick throbs in response. God, she's heaven, this succulent little human. How didn't I see it before?

The answer, of course, is that I deliberately didn't see it. Because I can't fucking see it.

I can't fucking see this and not want to play with her every second of every day.

What the hell am I going to do now that I have?

I can't worry about that right now. Not with her breathy little cries in my ears and her slick on my fingers.

I give her more pressure. My own breath rasps in my throat as she gets closer.

She goes very still when she comes for me. She even holds in her breath as she comes apart.

"That's my good girl," I whisper to her, holding my thumb against her clit and plunging two fingers inside to draw it out a little longer.

Justine's tight pussy clenches tighter around me in waves as she keeps coming.

Finally, she's done. When I slide my fingers from her wet heat, I lift them to her mouth. "Taste it, girl. You earned it."

She opens her lips and I switch hands so she can lick my fingers clean of her slick. Then I clamp down with all the willpower I can muster on the urge to roll her onto her belly and stuff that pussy full of my hard, swollen cock to find my own release.

A few more hours. Not even a full day. Then I'll be back in my own apartment and I can beat off as many times as I like to the memory of her sweet little cries.