My head reeled almost as fast as my body when Stenton spun me around to face the wall. I let my cheek meet the cool tiles as I felt a swift pulling of my tampon from me and saw it tossed to the shower floor. The next thing I felt was Stenton slamming into me.
“Ahhhhh!” I cried out. I felt him tremble behind me as I stood on my toes, curving my spine so my hips could yield to him.
“You feel fucking amazing. So warm...so wet and snug for me. Only for me, Ni?a.”
He pulled out and then thrust back in again, causing lightning to thwart my core. It was pain, but an excitable ache. In no time, Stenton’s thread of self-control popped and he was hammering me against the titles. He grabbed onto my breasts to anchor himself, pinching my nipples rhythmically.
“Open your mouth, Ni?a!” he pushed through my neck before biting down on my flesh in between my neck and shoulder.
That drove me into a tsunami that wracked my body with pleasure beyond belief. With my bound fists pressed against the wall and my head in between, I imploded with a force so powerful. I felt Stenton jerk violently behind me.
“Fuuuuuck, Ni?aaaaa!”
Stenton’s chest slammed into my back and I could feel his racing heart. Moments later, I felt him releasing the restraint from my neck, then the cuffs from around my wrists. Who knew orgasms while bound could be so intense and draining? He mumbled for me to hang on, then I felt cool air replace his heat. I shivered at the loss.
When he returned, Stenton effortlessly pulled me into his arms and carried me to his Jacuzzi. He lowered me into the tub with tender care then planted himself across from me and aligned his long legs astride mine. He then hit a few controls to power the jets behind me. I lowered my body until all but my head was submerged.
“Good, huhn?”
“Mmmm-hmmm,” was all I could offer.
“So, about this job,” he tossed out with ease. Job? After what we just did? “I thought we discussed it and agreed you wouldn’t take it.”
It took a few moments to command my body to move, but I lazily shook my head, not only shattered, but completely satiated. “I told you I needed the extra cash to fix my car. It’s really bad, Stenton. I don’t know how I made it into Philly tonight.” I mumbled. I didn’t have the energy to think about the possibility of breaking down on my way home.
His heart-shaped mouth set into a moue. I was too depleted to address it.
“But how are you going to balance work and classes? What are you averaging in the Probability and Statistics class?”
“I’m up to a B+ now,” I yawned as my eyes rolled to the back of my head. I was crashing.
“Zo, that’s no good,” poured from his heavy vocals. “If you maintain that B+, you can kiss that 3.7 grade point average goodbye.”
“Three-point-eight,” I managed to correct.
Between being on my period, a long day at a crappy job, the drive here, and two back-to-back earth-shattering orgasms, I had no fight in me or stamina for a full-on engaged conversation. I needed sleep, and where it would be was yet to be determined.
Stenton scoffed, “That, too, sweetheart.”
“I’ll get through it. I’m good at figuring things out.”
“Figuring things out will not get you into Wharton.”
That got my attention.
“What in the world is that supposed to mean?” I lifted my body, sitting up in the tub.
“It means you need to stop being so headstrong and let me help out. I can give you a few dollars to keep you straight until you’re ready to find a real job.”
“Stenton, while I’ve never turned down anything you’ve given, you can’t expect for me to depend on you like your name is Michael Barrett. We’re staying afloat. We always do.”
Rejection transfigured Stenton’s face as he grimaced. “Don’t say shit like that, Zoey.”
“Say what? I’m not your responsibility? I’m not, Stenton. I’m hardly my father’s. I’m a grown woman and will do what other grown women do every day and that’s make ends meet.”