Chapter 99

I melt into the kiss. Neil doesn’t break it, even as he rises from his chair and wraps his arms around me. He pulls me into him.

When my hands touch his bandaged chest, I pause. I break the kiss enough to say, “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t,” Neil says into my mouth, and closes the distance between us once more.

I lift my hands from his chest and comb them through his hair instead.

His kiss is relentless, his tongue delving deeply into my mouth, tasting, teasing. His commanding side is returning, but it still feels gentler somehow. Either he’s holding himself back or…

I break the kiss again. He chases my mouth and for a moment, I give in, falling into him. So easily, I could lose my thoughts to this moment. I’m ready to surrender my body as well.

Neil’s very presence is overwhelming. He’s so tall. So handsome. So… hurt.

I pull back. “Neil…”

“Don’t think too much,” he says, as he latches his mouth onto the side of my neck.

I want to but… “Why does this feel like a goodbye?”

Neil stills. Slowly he lifts his head and looks me right in the eye. I know what he’s going to say before he says it, just from the way his brow pinches together ever so slightly.

“This is the last time anything like this can happen, Chloe.”

I understand then. This moment is a gift. A goodbye. It’s likely stolen. If his father told him to stay away from me, I doubt he would have compromised to allow Neil to hold me one last time.

Neil is bending the rules for me again.

I hate his father with the full entirety of my being. But I refuse to let that bastard ruin this moment that I get to have with Neil now.

If this is the last time we get to be together, I won’t waste one second of it.

I drag Neil’s mouth back to mine and kiss him, but the thoughts and worries refuse to leave my mind.

Neil grabs a fistful of my hair and pulls my head back. He stares down at me, and the commanding, confident flame has returned to his eyes. I pleasant tingle rushes up my spine.

I have missed that look of his. I’m so glad his father wasn’t able to take it away from him forever.

“I can hear your brain overworking,” Neil says. “Let go of your thoughts. You are here with me now. I am the only one you are allowed to thinking about.”

I would nod but I can’t move.

“Tell me you understand,” Neil says.

“I do…”

He grips me tighter, and the pleasure pain pushes away the more unpleasant thoughts. Like this, I can only see Neil. I can only feel him against me.

There is nothing else but this moment.

“Call me Sir,” Neil says.

I swallow hard. Gods, yes. “Please, Sir.”

His lips twitch into a hint of a smile. He liked that. I want to please him.

“Tell me what you want, Chloe.”

I open my mouth, but I don’t know what to say. “I… I don’t know…”

It’s the truth. I want something, but I don’t know what.

I lick my lips and try again. “I want to feel good…”

“I’ll make you feel good.”

“Please… Sir.”

Neil backs me up until my ass hits the edge of the sink. Then his hands drop to the clasp of my pants. His mouth is on mine again, distracting me so much that I don’t realize he’s taking my pants on until he breaks the kiss to push my pants down.

“Hold on,” he whispers against my mouth.

Then he drops to his knees.

My brain fizzles out.

He pulls my pants down the rest of the way, then removes them totally from my body. Then his fingers hook over the waistband of my panties.

My breath catches as he slowly tugs my panties down.

With those out of the way, joining my pants behind Neil on the bathroom floor, my clit and core or exposed to Neil’s greedy gaze.

He places his hands on my thighs and pushes them apart. I stretch them as far as I can while maintaining balance.

“Have you ever had your pussy eaten out?” Neil asks.

The words send a rush of dampness between my legs. He can smell it, I can see his nostrils flare. Fire burns hot in his eyes.

“No, Sir…”

“Good,” he says, smug and satisfied. “I will be your first.”

He drags his hands up my thighs, then, using his thumbs, he pulls apart the hood hiding my clit.

He licks his lips.

“N-Neil…?”

I feel exposed and nervous. With the distance between us and the chill in the room, some of my worries are starting to return.

“I’ll make you feel good, Chloe.”

He rushes forward and closes his mouth over my clit.

I buck from the sudden overwhelming sensation. His strong hands grip my hips and keep me still as he licks at the small, sensitive bud.

“A-ah!”

I clutch the lip of the sink with both hands, knuckles white.

He gives the same attention to my clit that he gave to my mouth. Dominating with both suction and tongue.

I wish he would have taken my top off too. My breasts feel constrained. My nipples ache, pressing against my bra.

“Ne-Neil!”

At once, he pulls back from my clit. I gasp, immediately mourning the loss of his warmth.

He looks up at me and waits. Spit drips down his chin.

I’m about to lose my mind if he doesn’t touch me again.

It takes me way too long to realize my mistake.

“Please, Sir.”

“Good girl.” He moves forward again in a flash. His lips lock around my clit and he suck.

I can’t stop moaning in pleasure. It can’t get better than this. There’s no way.

But then, he lifts my legs and hooks them over his shoulders. It must hurt. It has to, with his bruises, but he gives no indication. Instead, he licks a path straight down to my core, where he then shoves his tongue inside.

“Aah!”

Neil hums against me.

Gods, it feels so good. He’s moving in and out of me, his tongue probing and insistent.

I won’t last long like this. I can feel my pleasure mounting, building up into an insurmountable peak.

“Sir, please! Please!”

My thoughts are scrambled. But I think that I hear the sound of skin slapping on skin. Neil’s noises, muffled against me, are becoming as desperate as mine.

“Sir… aaah….”

“Mmmm…”

Then, all at once, I crest over the edge of pleasure. My pussy quivers and I’m coming.

Neil moans against me. He stays where he is for a long moment, gently lapping now instead of delving, until it’s simply too much.

I start to cry, overwhelmed.

He notices at once and leans back. Slowly he lowers down my legs to the ground, but I’m weak. As he stands, he holds me up for a while.

When I’m steady once more, he collects my clothes of the ground and gently helps me into them once more. He closes the clasp and lifts the zipper on my pants.

Once I’m fully dressed once more, he steps back from me.

The confident, lust-filled flare has dimmed from his eyes. The dull look is fully back.

His chin is still damp. He doesn’t even bother wiping it away.

His voice is hollow as he says, “Get out.”