RISK & REWARD ✔️

82 | 𝘴𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯

good luck lol

I AM NOT RELIGIOUS. I have never been religious. Spirituality isn't something I think about often.

But now, right now, I find myself thanking whatever higher order was in charge of making Slade.

She's so pretty. She's so fucking pretty. She's still half-clothed with bubbles but I'm seeing more of her than I've ever seen before. I'm seeing the tops of the insides of her thighs, where they join the rest of her body, and I'm seeing where her ass meets those, and then I'm seeing almost petals of skin and bubbles and—

"Billie." I've seen all of her. I've seen all of her, all of her clothes pushed away, and it feels like her old alias has been pushed away with them. I can't call her Slade. Not now, when she's got her jaw hanging, nostrils flaring and lidded eyes set dead on me in a way that's almost afraid. A black blush bleeds hot over her cheeks, fresh and anxious and...oh, I feel terrible but I can't hold her gaze. Not when her legs quiver, visibly quiver, and a rivulet of bathwater runs through her...I can't even fucking think the word, it's too vulgar and this is all too vulgar but God, God...

She tries to say something, but her words don't come out as more than a breathy rustle. She glances down at herself, and then she barely looks at me before she gulps and turns her face away, showing me her pretty little nose and lowered brow as she tries and fails to speak again.

"I can't hear you." I sound dumb. I feel dumb, too; I almost fall over in the bath, head pounding and breath rasping in my throat. Fuck. Fuck. If her behavior earlier wasn't enough to tickle at the very core of my affections, this is. Having her just...presenting herself to me, waiting, makes me dizzy. I can't stand upright. "What?"

"Stop starin' at it." She almost sounds like she's pouting. Grumbly with embarrassment. "Jus'...stop it."

Stop it? Oh, I can stop it. I stumble and almost fall to my knees; when my hands close on the tops of her thighs, Billie flinches, and my brow sags half in empathy and half in sinful, sinful desire.

I try to say her name, but the first half doesn't come out, so I just mumble a breathy "...lie" and, in a lusty haze, run the pad of my thumb from her clit and all...the...way...down.

Beneath my hand, her thigh goes rigid. The grip she has on the edges of the tub grows vice-tight, and the wet porcelain squeaks.

I so much as breathe against her, and both of Billie's legs tense up towards her hips. Frantic breaths hiss out of her nose; she's so wound up, both with want and anxiety, and she's so close, so close, and I...oh, maybe it's just because I haven't eaten anything in hours but I find my mouth watering, and...

"Can I...?" I mumble, gesturing vaguely to my own mouth. Stupid, considering that Billie has her head tipped back over the edge of the tub, and so she definitely can't see me, but she apparently understands exactly what I'm getting at.

"If you're asking to," and I feel a shiver course through her body, "eat me out, then...yeah."

She shivers when she says the action. She can't say "eat me out" without getting quivery. I can't decide if that's cute or sad.

I don't dwell on it, though, because she's given me permission.

And so, I swallow, and I kneel on the underwater bench, and I move my hands around to the tops of her inner thighs. Just enough to hold them down and keep them open. Just enough for me to feel my own tongue, eagerly light in my mouth.

And I lean forward, and, as carefully and gently as I can, I touch my tongue to Billie's clit.

And she explodes.