Present
Just as I predicted, Sloane fell asleep within five minutes of being in the car, leaving me to drive for three hours in silence and peeking over at her sleeping form.
One thing I would never, ever tell my girl?
She’s not a pretty sleeper.
Far from it.
She drools and makes this nasally sound that isn’t quite a snore. There’s even been a time or two that she’s woke me up when she’s talked in her sleep. And Jesus Christ, the woman can’t stay still to save her life.
She asked me the other day where I got the bruise on my leg from and I told her a little white lie, saying that it was from Luca fucking around, when it was actually her kicking me in her sleep.
Why did I lie?
Because she’d be self-conscious about sleeping next to me. She’d worry about hurting me. She’d be embarrassed.
Truth is, I find it cute as hell when she drools on her pillow, I find it fucking adorable when she makes that little sound and talks in her sleep. And when she kicks me? Well, I love that, since it’s a constant reminder that she really is there next to me and that it isn’t just a dream.
I pull up outside of the house that we’ll be staying in for the next two nights and turn off the ignition before climbing out and rounding the car. I open Sloane’s door and crouch down to tuck a stray piece of hair behind her ear.
“We’re here, baby,” I murmur softly. Her lashes flutter open, a frown forming on her face as she wakes.
“Where the hell are we? I feel like I’ve been asleep forever.”
“Only three hours,” I say with a chuckle and her eyes widen.
I stand and move backwards as she gets out of the car and takes in her surroundings.
“Seriously, Marco. Where are we?”
“The Hamptons. Figured we could both use a break away from everything,” I mutter with a shrug.
Her mouth pops open as she stares at me before looking up at the house in front of us before something akin to realization passes across her features.
“It’s three days before Christmas! I’m meant to be spending the day with my brother. I promised him, Marco,” she says and worries her bottom lip.
I knew she was spending the day with her brother, and as much as I’d love to keep her with me and have a Christmas with her for the first time, I know that this is important to her, so I guess I’ll just have to spend the day with my family.
“I know, and don’t worry. We’re gonna drive back first thing on Christmas morning so I can get you to your brother’s and so I can go to my father’s, I just figured a couple days away would be good for us,” I say, nodding towards the house and she takes it in.
“It’s beautiful,” she whispers.
It’s yours.
I don’t say the words aloud. It’d probably freak her out when I was in the area for business one night three years ago and I just happened to look up at the sky. The starry night reminded me of her, so I bought this place in the hopes that maybe one day we could look at them together.
“It’s okay,” I say when I remember I should probably say something. I’m so used to staying silent that it’s hard to remember to talk.
Fucking ridiculous. I’m a grown man who struggles to speak, but I guess that’s what happens when you spend so long keeping to the shadows in every situation.
Sloane shivers, and it breaks me from my thoughts.
“Come on, let’s get you inside.”
I told Sloane to take a shower while I grabbed the bags I had packed from the trunk of the car and put our things away.
I had someone come over and sort the house out, making sure to have it cleaned and stocked up with everything we could ever need ready for when we got here. We may only be able to stay for two nights because of Christmas, but I’m gonna make sure it’s the best damn two-night getaway she’s ever had.
I finish hanging our clothes in the closet and take a seat on the bed, running my hand through my hair as I wait for Sloane. She doesn’t make me wait long, because the bathroom door opens and she walks out in nothing but a towel. I grow hard; just the sight of her with wet hair and droplets of water running down her body has me turned on.
Jesus, she could probably just breathe and it’d turn me on, if I’m being honest.
“You didn’t join me?” she asks with a pout. I shake my head, a small smile on my lips.
“I’ll take one soon, I wanted to make sure the place was sorted for once you got out.”
“So considerate,” she mumbles and takes a step towards me. I lean back, resting my hands on the bed and opening my legs so she can step between.
“Did you not think that maybe I wanted you to join me?” she asks as she reaches me and trails a hand down my chest.
“Did you?”
She hums and grasps the bottom of my sweater before pulling it over my head. This is the first day in as long as I can remember that I’m not wearing a suit, and I’m grateful for that fact, since it makes it easier on Sloane to do whatever she plans to do to me.
“So do you know what I had to do since you left me in there all alone?” she asks and drops the towel before lowering to her knees in front of me. I raise a brow in question and she smirks.
“Well, I had to get myself off, of course.”
My jaw tics as images of her fucking herself on her fingers while in the shower invade my mind.
“My little whore was so desperate that she couldn’t even wait, huh?” I mutter and grab a handful of her hair while my other hand works to unzip my pants. “And was it good, baby?”
She gives me a doe eyed, innocent look that I just know is fucking fake and licks her lips. “I’d rather it was you, but you left me no choice.”
“Uh huh,” I mutter as I take out my dick. “Get those pretty lips wrapped around my cock before I tie you to that bed and spank your ass until it’s raw.”
She grins and leans forward before taking me into her mouth. She starts off slow, running her tongue down my length as she slowly inches me to the back of her throat, and I know she’s doing it just to torture me.
“You think you can play around when you’ve already fucked up, little warrior?” I tighten my grip on her hair and force myself further down her throat. I know she can take it, and she knows what to do if it gets too much.
“You didn’t think I would mind that you just got yourself off without asking me? Without getting my permission first? My silly girl… you know how I feel about your orgasms, don’t you?”
She gags around the head of my dick and I let out a dark chuckle before pulling her off me.
“Answer the question, little warrior.”
She looks up at me, panting. “T-they belong to you,” she stutters, and I grin down at her.
“That’s right. You’re my little cock slut, and I finally have you back. Which means from now on, all of your pleasure belongs to me, doesn’t it?”
She nods, staying tight lipped.
That’s okay.
I’ll soon have her talking.
Or screaming.
“On the bed. I want you on your hands and knees, ass up for me,” I order. She immediately obliges, rushing to do as she’s told. I stand and round the bed, taking in the sight of her.
Jesus Christ, she’s fucking perfection.
Her wet hair hangs over her left shoulder, her smooth skin begging me to redden it, her pussy on full display and dripping for me.
“Beautiful,” I murmur. “How is it that you can be a defiant little brat one minute and my perfect little whore the next?”
I approach her from behind and run my hands up the back of her thighs before spreading her cheeks.
“Drenched,” I mutter and lean down, swiping my tongue across her wet folds and humming as I taste her. “Delicious, too,” I say, and she whines, making me grin.
“I’d love to fuck you with my tongue, baby, but I don’t think you deserve it, do you? Not after your little act of defiance in the shower. So, I guess I’m just gonna have to fuck you, huh?”
“Please,” she whimpers, her voice barely audible as she pants.
“Desperate little slut,” I utter, more to myself than her, and sit back on my heels before lining myself up with her entrance. I slide in with one quick thrust, making her cry out. She spasms around me and it pulls a groan from deep in my chest.
My hand finds her hair once more and I wrap my fist around it, using it as leverage to pull her up so her back’s against my chest. My hand finds her throat and I squeeze lightly while I drive into her. I look down at her to see her eyes roll with pleasure, the movement spurring me on.
“Do you regret what you did, little warrior?”
“N-no,” she chokes out, a small smirk curving her lips. I tighten my hold around her neck, making tears spring to her eyes.
“Are you sure?” I ask and she nods while her breathing comes out in short pants.
“I’m gonna make you regret that,” I say, my voice gruff as I continue with hard thrusts, not letting up my hold on her throat. I wait until she’s right on the edge, slowing down to a torturous pace, and she sobs with need.
“Please,” she whimpers. “I need to come.”
I lean down so my mouth is next to her ear and whisper, “But you already came, baby. In the shower, remember?”
Her face screws up and I take in the view of her pretty face covered in tears. Her eyes are blown out, wide with need, and her lips are just begging me to taste them.
I can’t stop myself from turning her head and capturing her mouth with mine.
