The Anti-Hero (The Goode Brothers, #1)(81)

“My filthy little slut. My beautiful, sexy fuck toy. My Peaches. My god.”

With that thought, I let go. I come and come and come.

Losing track of time and myself, I let my body take over, grinding against her as I fill her up, imagining that while she takes my cum, she takes a piece of me—my sacrifice.

I’m hunched over her, my heart pounding against her back as I listen to her breathing. For a long time, we lie there together, catching our breaths, letting our hearts slow, and letting the post-sex haze settle over us.

When I finally pull out of her, I stand back and watch the cum drip from between her legs. I let it drip all the way down like it’s some sort of dirty ritual. Then I lower to my knees to unclasp each cuff, releasing her ankles from the bar. While I’m down there, I press my lips to the mermaid tattoo on her thigh.

Standing up, I lift Sage into my arms, cradling her against my chest while her eyes are still blindfolded and her hands are

still tied. Carrying her around to the top of the bed, I place her there with her head on the pillows.

Then I settle myself between her legs, my face buried between her thighs. When she feels my tongue lapping at her cum-soaked core, she tries to close them and gasps in surprise.

“What are you doing?”

I ease her thighs open as I kiss each one. “I’m rewarding my good little slut.”

Then, I lick her open again, tasting the saltiness of what I left behind mixed with her familiar flavor. I’m perverted and sick for how much I love it.

When she finally relaxes her knees to the sides, she arches her back and eases into the pleasure of my mouth. Her breathing turns shallow, letting out tiny sounds with each exhale. Then, I slide two fingers inside her, curling them to find the spot that makes her legs buck and her spine curl.

Taking my time with her, I hum against her, my lips around her clit. Just watching her writhe and squirm with pleasure has my cock thickening again. Already I miss being inside her. I’d stay there for good if I could.

My hips grind against the mattress as I watch her body slowly morph with her climax. Her skin glistens. Her muscles clench. Seeing her come feels like my reward as much as hers.

After she’s come down from her high, I slowly crawl up her body, kissing my way over her stomach and chest. Then I lift the blindfold from her face.

“Since you told me once you love to watch,” I say as I wrap my hand around my stiff length and stroke with fast, eager strokes. Settled between her legs, I fuck my fist as she watches with rapt, hungry attention. She bites her lip and moans along with me as if she can feel it too. With the taste of her on my tongue, it doesn’t take me long before I’m grunting out my release, spilling warm, salty jets of cum over her naked body.

I’m left gasping, my skin buzzing as I wring myself dry.

Exhausted, I nearly collapse on top of her.

When our eyes meet, we share a smile.

“Not too bad, Church Boy,” she whispers.

I find myself laughing as I lower myself over her, letting her tiny body wrap its way around me. After pulling the ribbon from her wrists, I settle into her arms as I let her embrace silence every warring thought in my mind. For the time being, I’m at peace.





Thirty-Six

Adam

I t turns out Sage’s favorite form of aftercare is cheeseburgers and onion rings on the trunk of my car. After I spent an hour forcing water down her throat and cuddling her until I was sure she was okay, I insisted she eat, and this is what she chose.

She groans around a mouthful of burger, a dollop of ketchup at the corner of her mouth. I smile before licking it off her face. With a laugh, she shoves me away.

“You’re so obsessed with me,” she teases, and I smile, leaning toward her.

“Maybe I am,” I reply, stealing a bite of her cheeseburger.

Then I press my lips to her cheek.

A few months ago, I thought this was impossible. I couldn’t see myself with a girl like Sage. Hell, two weeks ago, I was sure that whatever this is would be temporary. A fling.

And now…I’m stuck. Blissfully stuck.

She’s like glue and with every touch, I’m more and more unable to pull myself away. And honestly, at this point, I’ve just stopped trying. Everything about the church and the sex club feels so arbitrary. Like she said, those things can coexist, and so can we.

I think I might be falling in love. If this is what love feels like. Infatuation. Obsession. I always assumed that love would feel more painful, and I’m not sure why. But nothing hurts when I’m with her.

“So…” she says as she balls up the empty foil wrapper.

“So?” I ask.

“How are you feeling? After that whole thing?”

My eyes narrow in confusion. “How am I feeling?

Shouldn’t the question be, how are you feeling?”

“You’ve already asked me that a hundred times while we were still at the club, and I told you—I’m fine.” She knocks her fist against my shoulder playfully. “Good job, Church Boy.

You’ve mastered aftercare.”

With a chuckle, I reply, “Thanks, Peaches. But why are you asking me how I feel?”

“Because that matters too. What we did was intense and new for you. I know you struggled with it, so I just want to see how you’re feeling afterward.”