20. Locke

"That's the hottest fucking thing I've ever seen," I say, watching it slide in and out of her dripping wet pussy.

I'm about to come in my pants from the sight alone, from knowing how far her thoughts can go, from how willing she is to please me. I think I'm the only person who has discovered this, and I'm going to get hard thinking about this moment every damn time I tee off for the rest of my life—every time I think about how she's moaning as I pump it in and out of her, how much she loves it, and most importantly, that it's my memory only, and no one else's.

I lean down and swipe my tongue over her clit. Maren moans my name so loudly, the room starts buzzing.

"Fuck," I say under my breath. It's slipping in and out so much easier than I thought it would. Something so new and chaotic, that I've never experienced before, is ripping through my body. I add my thumb, pressing little circles into her clit. "You own me, Maren. This perfect little submissive cunt may be mine, but you fucking own me for the rest of your life."

And I might mean it. Because I will literally never forget this.

She sounds delusional. Her eyes roll into the back of her head as she grips my white sheets so hard her knuckles almost match.

"You own me," I tell her.

"I own you," she moans back.

"Whose good girl are you?"

She doesn't answer. At least, I don't think she does since nothing coming out of her mouth is coherent, and I'm not entirely sure she heard me.

"Mine," I answer for her. "Show me how good of a slut you are."

Her back arches up off the bed.

"You're amazing," I tell her. "Absolutely perfect. You deserve to be worshiped. And you know it."

I replace my thumb with my tongue because she is going to come against my mouth and on my favorite golf club.

Her legs start to shake, and her entire body is jolting in waves of pleasure. I don't think I've ever made a girl come as hard as she is right now.

"Keep coming," I coax, rolling over her clit faster. "Don't fucking stop."

Her hands switch to my hair, lacing into it and pushing my head down harder. This woman is so greedy for me beneath her little sunshine persona that I'd give her anything she asked for if she forever let me be the only person who knew. The flood of chemicals in my brain wants her. And only her. Over and over.

I hear my name in between a jumbled mess of letters and a few curse words, as she grinds her hips, chasing the orgasm, and then she jolts one last time before she goes completely still.

After a minute of me caressing her inner thighs, trailing my nose and tongue along her soft skin, she raises her head. "I think I passed out."

"Probably," I chuckle, rising to my feet and scooping her up off the bed, "from dehydration."

She looks wide-eyed at the enormous wet spot on the bed where she was just lying. "That's your own fault."

"I love it," I groan into her neck. "I want it there every night, and I'll take full responsibility."

I open the French doors to my bathroom as Maren clings to my neck with her legs wrapped around my waist. My shower sits behind the freestanding bathtub and a wall of glass. I place her on her feet on the black tile inside before I turn on the water and raise the temperature on the thermostat.

My shirt comes off first, and Maren immediately starts running her eyes over every curve of my torso.

" You have a tattoo ?!"

I lift my arm to look at the little golf tee that sits in between two ribs. "Stupid, drunken team decision when we won the championship my freshman year. It's so cliché; a pro golfer with a golf tattoo."

"I like it." She reaches out and runs a finger over it. "And I like knowing it's there now."

Her fingers switch to my rib cage, then my abs, pressing against the ridges of my body, before she unbuckles my belt and yanks my pants and boxers down together. She smiles when she wraps a hand around my hard cock, and I step into the shower with her.

"Finally, I have you naked," she says, green eyes sparkling. "Why are you so hot?"

I raise my eyebrows as I squirt some shampoo into my palm. "And cold?"

"You're not as cold as I thought," she confesses before she turns and leans against my chest.

I lather the shampoo and rub it into the top of her head. My dick rests against her lower back, so she stands on her tippy toes to run her ass along it. I hum into her ear as I reach for the bar of soap over her shoulder.

Maren hums back when I run my soapy hands across her breasts, stopping to play with her nipples.

My hand travels down her stomach and circles her belly button before I hold her tight against me and clean her thighs.

"You're just going to get me dirty again," she breathes.

I bite the cartilage of her ear. "True. "

I'm like a cat playing with a mouse—the thrill of dragging it out is a reward, all pleasure centers of my brain heightening, but in all honesty, I also know something different is happening to me.

It's chemical. I feel it.

On my skin. Along my veins. In my mind. In my racing heart.

Maren lathers soap in her hands and then turns around to clean my neck, chest, and abs.

When she's done, she slowly sinks to her knees. I run my finger over her freckles as she runs her tongue over the end of my cock.

"Tongue out," I demand, grabbing her hair at the back of her head by the roots.

I trace her upper lip before I press deep into her mouth. My knees immediately weaken from the feel of her warm throat, and she digs her nails into my hips.

Every memory of last night flashes through my head, but this time Maren remembers every little move that made me groan.

"Oh, fuck ," I say through gritted teeth when her tongue does something across my balls that I can't describe, and I almost come. I've been practically edging myself all day too. I tug her hair gently, bringing her to her feet. "You're too good at that."

She smirks, voice low, as I pull her head back to make her look me in the eye. "I love having your balls in my mouth."

Before I can register what I'm doing, I push her roughly against the glass, causing the walls of the shower to vibrate from the thump. Maren smiles—one I've never seen before, almost wicked, like she's proud of herself for making me lose control—and hitches one leg over my hip.

"Maren, you're dangerous," I say harshly, kissing her neck. I bring her arms over her head and press her wrists against the glass as she grinds her pussy against me. I get tested all the time and haven't had unprotected sex since high school, but I'm about to throw that out the window in less than a second for her .

"Please, I need you," she whimpers. "Birth control, and I got tested."

I pull back an inch to look her in the eye. "I've been tested recently. I would never do anything that I thought would hurt you. You know that, right?"

"I know. I trust you."

She trusts me. My brain is a prism of colors, electricity buzzing along every nerve, when I pull her other leg up and slide into her.

The way she feels warm and tight around my cock could physically end me. I'd fuse myself to her if I could—I can't pull my lips off of hers, and how will I be able to walk around like normal, spending wasteful minutes not being inside her. I'll crave it like the need to breathe.

"Locke," she gasps into my mouth when I pull out slowly and slam back into her.

With my forehead resting against hers, I do it over and over, each time taking her breath away. My own lungs can't keep up from how perfect I feel inside her.

"I was wrong," she says with a smile. "You are so much fun."

I've never seen anything more beautiful. The way her full lips curve, and the way she sinks her white teeth into the bottom one. Water droplets drip down her skin in zigzag paths, and her hair falls in wet clumps. She traces my collarbones with her fingertips, pressing into my rib cage and dragging her nails across the grooves of my abs like she's mesmerized by my body. Her hips match my rhythm, pulling me in deeper.

"And you are mine ," I whisper, driving myself balls deep. "Look at you, how perfect you look taking all of my cock."

Her legs tremble. Her fingernails sink into my shoulder blades. "More," she pleads.

Maren hovers on the edge, moaning through the start of her orgasm and begging to be thrown over.

"Tell me what you are."

"I'm such a good girl," she breathes, green eyes stuck to mine. "I'm only your good girl. And I look so beautiful when you fuck me."

Her hand slides down my arm before she grips my wrist and brings my hand up to her throat.

I wrap my fingers around her tiny neck gently, but she shakes her head, tightens both her hands around my forearm, and whispers, "Use me."

"Fuck, Maren." My fingers press, constrict. "You're a fucking pleasure to use." She smiles, opens her mouth, but just slightly, from the thrill of having her airway blocked off. Her eyes are wild and playful. I can feel her orgasm building throughout her body as my cock rocks into her so hard I hope it hurts her to walk tomorrow. That way she'll be thinking about me every time she takes a step. Every time she sits. My entire body starts to tense. "You're going to look even more beautiful with my cum dripping out of you."

My knees almost give out when she moans my name and comes on my cock, squeezing around me tightly, her entire body shuddering against the glass.

I follow right behind her, every one of my nerves juddering and rolling in a wave of pleasure I've never felt. I groan into her neck as we catch our breath.

We just stay here silent with the water splashing around us. Her fingers twist in and out of my hair, my cock still deep inside her. Our chests heave up and down in sync, trying to regain normalcy.

"God, Locke," she whispers underneath an airy giggle as I brush my lips over her jaw, down her neck. "I like this."

I can't wipe the smile I know she can feel against her skin off my face.

Whatever is happening to me scares me.

Because even after the high slowly fades, my first instinct is to reply, I like you.