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Gouging out eyes, slitting throats, filleting enemies.
I try and fail.
Because in this moment, an inept insurgent wearing tap shoes and singing about what he’s going to do could be dancing down this alley, and I wouldn’t notice.
That’s how good it is. That’s how hard the struggle not to come is. I keep getting pulled back into the exquisite pleasure she unleashes on my cock, the way her lips stretch, the little scrape of teeth that gives it edge, her tongue, her gagging, and the way she sucks me down.
Oh, fuck, it’s all her.
I’m like a live wire of carnal sensations right now. The orgasm barrels into me and I explode, coming hard into her mouth, down her throat. I stand there, shaking as she sucks every drop out of me.
And then she slams me sideways.
She stays on her knees, waiting, and when I look down, she opens her mouth to show me the cum. Then she fucking swallows and finally touches me, licking and lapping me clean.
I don’t even need to command or ask, because she tucks me away reverently, doing up my jeans and belt.
“Just for you, Daddy,” she whispers as I haul her up and into my arms. “Punish me however you want.”
“Jesus fucking Christ, little girl, you’ve definitely been bad in all the good ways.”
I kiss her. A soft, slow slide of lips against lips, dipping in and slow dancing with her tongue. As I try to melt her, I can feel myself dissolving, somewhere deep inside, from the way she kisses me back.
It’s with need. Desire. Everything she has.
I want to take her ass. I want to fucking stick my finger up there to give her a taste of what I’ll be doing to her. But I don’t. She sways into me, half-drunk on it all. I call a car, straightening her clothes and leading her out of the alley to wait.
When it arrives, I know I should just bundle her in, but we just had an intense moment… session… thing… I’m not sure what to call it because there are both no boundaries to what we’re doing and clear ones. We play, but it spills into everything, and she needs someone right now.
I can’t leave her.
I know her friend’s father’s away on business for the week. I make it my business to know these things since I’m watching her.
I’m not going inside. That’s the wrong line to cross, but I get into the car with her to give her some kind of care. She leans into me and doesn’t ask how I know her address as I strap her in.
She stays for a few long minutes with her head on my shoulder.
“Jaxson?”
“Yes?” I say, curious about what she has to say. Just like I’m curious about this natural instinct of hers of knowing when the game’s done. And she does. It’s been tucked away. I’m Jaxson again.
Fuck, I hate that name.
“Why did your friend call you Orion?”
I should be annoyed Mercer called me that in front of her. But Mercer’s so controlled, always was, even beneath the wild drug dealer back when we were best friends… oh Jesus, we’d have been close to her age.
So I know Mercer using Orion in front of her wasn’t a slip.
What it was, or is, I don’t know. But I let it slide.
I give her the simple answer, a truth.
“It’s my name.”
“But Jaxson is you, too. Or… was, because it fits part of you. I mean on the yacht, you weren’t interested in playing one of those people more than you had to.”
She’s a little too smart for her own good.
