Page 110 of Brutal

I get closer and closer to climax as I watch her face, as I enjoy the feeling of her fucking me so hard, and my orgasm sneaks up on me and takes me by surprise. I didn’t even think I could come from just my ass being fucked without my cock being touched at all.

But here I am, with cum jetting out of my cock and splattering my chest. “Fuck!” I shout.

Mimosa pulls out almost immediately. I whine, surprised at how empty I suddenly feel, but Mimosa leans in to kiss me.

“Fuck, that was so hot,” she says against my lips.

I groan, but my brain isn’t cooperating enough to say anything coherent.

She pulls away just long enough to remove the harness, then she moves to sit against the headboard and spreads her legs. “Okay, Drake, get your mouth on me. Just like you promised.”

“Yeah,” I say, more than a little dazed. “Give me… Give me just a minute…” I breathe in deep, shuddering as the last traces of my climax sweep over me. “Okay.” I roll over, crawling up on the bed even though I feel like fucking jelly.

I grab her by the legs and pull them wider, lifting her ass up so I can get in there deep. I bury my face in her cunt, my tongue already seeking out her clit, and I groan at the taste and the scent of her. It’s perfect, just like it’s always been — and the way she moans and writhes is so fucking rewarding because she’s wet for me.

She twines her fingers in my hair, and keeps saying things like, “Good,” and “Fucking perfect.”

Part of me wonders if I should be protesting. I’m supposed to be in charge here, not her.

But I like this too much.

I don’t want to stop.

I keep going, keep chasing that praise, and she keeps giving it to me. Every time I lick a line along her cunt or flick my tongue against her clit, she moans, telling me to give her more — and I do. Each and every time, I give her what she wants until her fingers are tugging hard at my hair and she’s coming right against my mouth.

I eagerly chase her climax, licking her until she’s so sensitive she’s begging me to stop.

I rest my head against her thigh, and she pets my hair as her breathing evens out.

“Was that… Was that adventurous enough for you?” Mimosa asks, panting.

I laugh, a breathless, startled sound. “Yeah, I think so. Fuck.”

She hands me some tissues, and I wipe us both off enough that we can be comfortable under the sheets. She rests her head against my chest and curls her arm around my torso.

For a while, we simply lay there quietly.

“Thank you,” I whisper.

Mimosa tenses. “For reaming your ass? You’re welcome.”

I shake my head. “No. For… everything. Today. You saved me. My company. But just… thanks for coming back. For caring enough to want to help.” My voice starts to wobble pathetically. “Nobody has ever cared.”

Mimosa’s fingers curl into my skin, and she’s quiet for long enough that I brace myself for a rejection.

“People did care. You probably didn’t notice, and you pushed them away. Hunter and Chase were eager to help you, for example. But you were convinced it was already over.” Mimosa raises her head enough to look at me. “I shouldn’t care. Out of everybody in the entire world, I have the right not to care. But…” She sighs. “When you aren’t being an outright asshole, you’re all right. And if you’re going to fuck up your life, it should be because of something you did, not somebody else scheming to take you down.”

“I’m all right,” I repeat with a self-deprecating snort. “Thanks, I think.” I smooth my fingers through her hair. “I don’t know, Mimi. It’s all… I’ve been like this for so fucking long that I don’t think I know how to change now.”

“Do you want to change?” Mimosa asks. “That’s the important part. If you don’t want to change, there’s no point. But if you do, if you’re serious about… everything, then I’ll help you. I’ll be at your side, and we’ll see if our two forms of neuroses can cope with each other.”

I have to think about it for a moment, but I end up nodding. “Yeah. I do want to change. And I want to see if we can work. I… I need us to work.” I look down at her, meeting her eyes. “I love you, Mimi. I don’t want to be up against the world without you at my side.” I pause, then smirk. “Or on top of me. Whatever.”

Mimosa smiles at me. “Okay. I’m… I’m not ready to say anything like that. I want to process everything first. But I accept your feelings, and I’m going to be here. We’ll make it work, somehow.”

I nod to her, a lump in my throat. I wish she could say the words back, I’d already known better. At least this time she isn’t being cruelly dismissive — even though that’s probably what I deserve.

She pokes my belly. “Besides, if those other women can be happy with your asshole friends, surely the two of us can work, too.”