I’m in a bathroom with Nova Darkmore. I’m in a bathroom with Nova Darkmore while he tongue fucks my pussy like he might die without making me come. I am writhing above him as his tight grip on my hip keeps me locked in place, and his fingers and tongue fuck and suck me until I am barely containing my screams. His tongue flicks and swirls around my clit, hitting the perfect spot every time, as his finger slowly drags in and out of my hole.
He keeps up a relentless rhythm of his tongue against my sensitive nub, and his finger fucking me so good that I feel like I might pass out from the pleasure. When he adds a second finger, stretching me out, I can’t bite back my moan as my hips roll against him desperate for more. Fuck I am so close that I feel like I might die if I don’t come soon.
He can feel my desperation, my need to come. I know it, because his fingers pick up their pace, speeding up as he slams them inside of me over and over. I am so turned on I can barely remember to breathe, and when his fingers slide over that sweet spot inside of me, I can’t hold back. I scream, biting my lip hard to try and contain it, as I push myself into him harder and faster, just so desperate to find my end.
I can feel his smile against my skin as he groans into me, “Ride my tongue, Mads, take what you need.” I nod frantically at his words, as I ride his fingers without restraint, pushing his tongue tighter against me as he licks me into submission.
There is no hate, no feud, no words filled with malice, there is just passion, lust, fucking pure chaotic need for one another. It doesn’t matter that it didn’t make sense, no, the only thing that matters right now is the feeling of him against me, and when his tongue dips down to join his fingers, I arch my back almost stumbling against the door. No one has ever put their tongue inside of me before, not in the few clumsy oral experiences I have had, but Nova is feasting on me like he is on death row and I am his final meal.
I feel the orgasm barrel towards me as he switches between rough thrusts of his tongue inside of me, and hard flicks against my clit, and all I can do is ride the wave of him. When he feels my body start to shake, he releases the hand he has on my hip and reaches down to pull my other thigh around his head. Now the only thing keeping me upright is where my legs rest wrapped around his shoulders, and the angle pushes his tongue and hand even deeper.
“Nova, yes, please, right there, don’t stop.” Words pour from my mouth as I chase the high of my impending orgasm, and it feels like I have never needed anything more.
Our eyes lock on one another as he grunts against me in despair, “Come on my fucking tongue, Madeline, I need to feel this greedy little cunt squeezing my fingers so fucking hard.”
His words are my undoing as I explode around him, his movements not faltering for a second, even when he curses below me. No, he keeps up with my release, prolonging it with relentless thrusts until I am spent and breathless against him. My entire body convulsing as it comes down from the high he just gave me. When my legs slip from his shoulders, he lets them fall, but quickly grips my hip to keep me upright.
My mouth opens to say something, what, I don’t know, but he beats me to it. “Don’t say a fucking word.” His hands fumble with his belt until he can release his cock, and then he takes the hand that is covered in my release and wraps it around his shaft.
I watch in fascination as he strokes himself rapidly, grunting and groaning as he fucks his fist into his cum-covered hand. My throat aching for the taste of him, as his other hand tightens on my hip and he curses my name. “Fuck, Maddie, you taste so fucking perfect.” He licks his lips as he keeps up his thrusting, until he throws his head back and moans.
Cum shoots from his cock, painting the floor between us, until he is as spent and breathless as me, our stares locked on one another. He is the one to break it first, head dropping forward to lean against me as he catches his breath, and I don’t know why, but my hands reach out and stroke into his hair. Just like before, he pushes into my touch like he is seeking more, and suddenly the moment feels more intimate than it should.
Fear licks up my spine and I blurt out, “I should really be getting back.” I both feel and hear his sigh, and instant regret floods my system.
When he pushes away from me I feel the cold instantly, and I can tell when he rises back to his feet, silently tucking himself away, that the sex-fueled moment of passion between us is gone. Yet still my knees almost give out when he sinks his fingers into his mouth and licks both our releases from his hand, until I feel utterly empty inside.
“Always knew you’d taste so fucking sweet, Princess,” he says with a wink, and I know the cocky and typical Nova is back.
I rush to fix my skirt back into place, noticing that my lace panties are now missing from the floor and when I look at him, he cocks his brow at me, daring me to ask for them back. I refuse to give him the satisfaction, and when I smile I see his eyes shine with what looks like pride.
“I guess we’re even now, Darkmore,” I purr with a satisfied smile, and without waiting for a response, I unlock the door and check outside to make sure it’s clear.
When I see that no one is around, I open it fully to take a step out, but a gentle touch on my elbow keeps me in place as Nova crowds into my back. His hands skating up my arms, and the goosebumps from before return as he brings his mouth to my ear. “If it isn’t already obvious, you look absolutely irresistible tonight, Madeline Peters.”
My mouth drops open at his compliment, as he pushes past me and walks away without looking back. I count to thirty before I follow after him, breathing deeply to try and calm my heartbeat as I stumble back to my table on shaky legs. When I drop back into my seat beside Brad he is watching me closely, and I stare right back at him with a knowing smile on my face. Especially when his own lacking words about my appearance float back to my mind. I reach out and take a sip of water, and hope my stare portrays what I am thinking. Fuck you Brad.
“Are you okay, darling? You look a little flushed.” My mother’s voice cuts into my thoughts from across the table, and I feign a sorrowful smile.
“Yeah I was feeling a little sick,” I start, turning my stare back to Brad. “I am feeling refreshed now though.”
My mom nods, accepting my answer without pause and returning back to her conversation, but Brad keeps his stare on mine. I let my gaze flick past him to Nova for barely a second, but he catches it, and when Nova looks up at the same time with a smile, I watch fury stain Brad’s eyes. I see the moment he works it out, when the pieces fall into place with him, and he sees the moment I silently say fuck you to him. I was invited into this game with him without permission, but that doesn’t mean I won’t play to win. When Brad turns back to me I know he senses the change between us, but someone has to lose, and I can’t let it be me. Not if I am going to survive some bullshit marriage to him.
The rest of the dinner passes without incident, and when we all move to leave, I can feel Nova’s stare on us, on me. It feels forbidden and wrong, yet I find myself making sure I swing my hips just a little as I bypass his eye-line. My focus on him means I don’t feel Brad next to me until it’s too late. When he grabs me by the door, you could mistake it for affection, but as his fingers dig into my arm, I know what it really is, wrath.
Nova is watching us closely now, anger and confusion swirling in him, as Brad leans in close and softly spits, “Stay the fuck away from Nova Darkmore, Madeline, I won’t have a hockey whore for a wife.”
I almost scoff at his misogyny and double standards, as I make sure not to cower from him. “Don’t worry, darling,” I say with a smile, tossing his past affections at him. “Just because I know how good his cock feels in my throat doesn’t mean we don’t still hate each other. Our daddy’s investment is still safe.” I dig my nails into his skin as I pull his hand from my arm with a smile.
Just because I have been backed into this marriage without a say doesn’t mean I will back down to him. If he is getting me as a wife then he will get the true me, not the perfect version of me that my father thinks he has molded. Fuck men and their patriarchal bullshit.
By the time I get home the high from my orgasm has well and truly drained, which isn’t surprising, all the time I spend with my parents is sucked directly from my soul. Yet still I can’t wrap my mind around what the hell happened between Nova and I. It was one thing to suck his dick when I was drunk at a party, but this was completely different. We were both completely sober for one, and two, it was the best fucking orgasm another person has ever given me, but it can’t happen again.
I thought we hated one another? No wait, we still hate each other, that hasn’t changed, has it? I’m not sure anymore. How many orgasms does it take to cancel out someone’s hatred? Or was the orgasm that good just because he hates me? He wasn’t soft or gentle, he didn’t ask permission, or demand anything in return. He just took from that which I gladly gave, and didn’t stop until I was begging and pleading to come for him.
It was forbidden and filthy, yet thinking of it has my thighs rubbing together, my release still stained there as evidence of our illicit bathroom affair. I don’t regret it and that’s the problem, I know I should. The hatred between us was easy to navigate, yet now there is this tension that was never there before, or at least I never noticed it. I don’t know how to navigate this new course we are on, and worse, I’m not sure I want to try.
I move to take a quick shower and get ready for bed, and by the time I climb between the sheets I am exhausted from all of the evening’s events. I close my eyes and pretend I don’t fall asleep to the image of Nova’s face clamped between my thighs.
