Suit - Woodruff Jettie (книги онлайн полные txt) 📗

Jerk.

Paxton smirked and moved to my head. I could see his hardness protruding through his thin basketball shorts, now wet and spotted with water. At first, I thought he was going to make me give him a blowjob, but he didn’t. He rinsed my hair, and then carefully blended suds into my scalp, softly moving over my scars. One welt over the left side of my head, and one near the back.

By this point, I was beyond confused and frustrated. That’s it. This was my punishment? Okay…

Paxton helped me sit up. He dried my entire body while I sat on the bench. He kissed me, longingly, passionately, and with desire, and he was gentle with me, like he wanted me, like he loved me, but he didn’t. He backed off and handed me my crutches, and walked out. I shook my head in bewilderment and followed him, naked to my bed. He turned down the bedcovers, and ordered me to get in with a twitch, eyes moving from me to the bed

I had no problem with that whatsoever. I was more than ready to lay down. He assisted me to sit on the edge of the bed and slid a nightshirt over my head. No words were spoken, no panties donned. My glance shifted to the bulge in his shorts and back to his patronizing stare. Paxton helped me lay down and walked back to the bathroom, leaving me exposed. I didn’t see the need in hiding anything with the covers, not after the very intimate bath.

“No, I don’t want to sleep with it on. It feels good to have it off,” I complained, not wanting the bulky brace. He ignored me and carefully placed it under my leg, fastened the straps, and stared at my newly shaven sex. He leaned in and kissed my forehead while his fingers slid up the smoothness of sex.

“I’ll be back in twenty minutes with your pills,” he whispered, and left me to rest.

“What the fuck is going on here?” I questioned to the empty room as the door closed behind him. This wasn’t real life. This whole thing was so messed up. I lay perfectly still. Not one muscle moved while I waited with a wandering mind. I felt like I had just left for vacation, flying high above the clouds. I knew there was something major, something very important that I forgot, but I couldn’t remember what. That’s what it felt like. Like I was constantly trying to remember what I had forgotten.

Maybe I wasn’t remembering because I didn’t want to. Maybe my subconscious mind protected my brain from further injury. From Paxton Pierce. It would have been nice to at least remember the girls. Lucky for me, their young age made it easy to fool them. I was sure from the little bit of time that I had spent with them, that they didn’t understand this. Not fully. Hell, I didn’t even understand it. I knew it wasn’t my fault, but I was mad at myself for not only forgetting what it was that bound us, but also forgetting that we had a bond to begin with. I’d never thought about them in the hospital. I hadn’t missed them. Not once. When someone did mention my kids, I thought about them in more of a freaking-out manner. Like I couldn’t have kids, and worried that I wouldn’t like them because of their dad. Maybe my cat scan in a couple of days would give us more information. An improvement.

That part frustrated me, too. Nobody seemed to know how the brain worked. Not even the doctor. Everybody’s different. It takes time. The brain is a very complex organ. Blah, blah, blah. I didn’t care about any of that. If only I could remember for one day. Just one day. That’s all I needed.

All thoughts instantly stopped when I watched the door slowly open, and then Paxton’s dark silhouette appeared. Even in the pitch-black room, I could see the sex appeal that dripped from him. Too bad he was dick. It wasn’t until he placed the pills on my tongue that I noticed he was naked. Entirely naked.

My heart beat faster in my chest when he placed his fingers over my eyelids and held them there. “Shhh,” he hissed. For a quick second, I thought it was a finger over my lips, reminding me not to talk, but it didn’t take long at all to realize that it wasn’t. The soft head, gliding across my lips wasn’t a finger. I tried to open my eyes, but his fingers kept me from it.

No way, dude. I turned my head to the side, but his hips came with me. The pain that shot through my shoulder when I jerked my head was enough to keep me from doing it again. Paxton hovered over me, sliding his limp dick across my lips. My lungs filled with air when he placed his hand on my cheek and turned me toward him. All I could do was oblige. Again, he didn’t talk. I wanted him to talk. Even if it was dirty talk. Why the hell was he mute every time he assaulted me?

I held my lips in a thin line, tightly keeping them together.  I wasn’t about to go down without a little bit of a fight. He seemed to be enjoying the connection, moving back and forth. The softness of his head tightened with every stroke while the tip of his head pressed into my lips.

“Gabriella. Come on now. Are we really going to play this game? You know what to do. Stick your tongue out.”

Although I couldn’t really move my head with his hands firmly over my eyelids, I did grit my teeth. Stick my tongue out. Pffft. Go fuck yourself.

A thumb and a finger dug deep into the back of my jaw, breaking the grip from my lips and my teeth. The moan from the pain became stifled by my will to hold onto as much dignity as I could.

“Stick your tongue out, slut,” he ordered with a husky, gravely tone.

The pain in my jaw ebbed once the tip of my tongue was at his mercy. Paxton hissed at precisely the same moment I tasted the salty substance. His hand worked his shaft, gliding it up and down my tongue while his fingers held my eyes closed. I tasted every slippery, drop.

I knew there was no fighting it when he tilted my head a little more toward him and moved the head of his cock in. Just the head. In and out. In and out. The movement did allow me enough of a view through a slot in one eye to somewhat see him. He knelt on the bed beside my head with his hand holding the base of his shaft. Paxton had a nice one. Not too big to enjoy, yet big enough to satisfy.

Oh good lord. I was delirious. My mind and body betrayed me, sending everything into a whirlwind of confusion. I didn’t want this. I felt violated, yet I liked it. The constant thump between my legs was a dead giveaway.

Once again, other than muffled aahh’s and ohm’s heard through faint whispers, silence fell between us. There was nothing. Paxton was gentle. Very gentle. The light way he covered my eyes with his fingers, and the way he gently slid in out of my mouth was done with care. He did pick up his pace a little once he’d moved to the back of my throat. That’s when I realized he wasn’t really closing my eyes, he was holding my head still, trying not to hurt me.

Noble bastard.

The things that ran through my mind during the one-and-a-half-sided blowjob consisted of the chicken on the bone. Rowan’s beautiful mother. The tantrum Ophelia threw over nothing. My doctor’s appointment in two days. The neighbor that kept the girls while I was away. And milk of all things. That’s when I could tell something was about to happen. That’s when I wondered where the hell it was going to happen. Paxton’s hips jerked, moving to the back of my throat with moans and grunts, and I knew it was time.

The sudden grip he held on my jaw again was a silent warning not to close my mouth when he pulled out. It wasn’t a painful grip, just enough to warn me that it could be. Standing right above me, he jerked himself off and I watched, waiting for the inevitable.

I closed my lips around him when he moved to the back of my throat, tasting the first spurt. Paxton groaned and I felt and pulled out, squirting the remainder on my lips. I swallowed as quickly as I could while gathering saliva to replace it. He got in a couple of more strokes and removed himself from my mouth.

“You know milk is over four-dollars a gallon,” I blurted as he walked away.