Page 23 of Wallflower

I turn, dropping to the hard floor. It’s not like I can object, stuck between a rock and hard place in this shit sandwich. His warm hand cups my chin as the other pulls the tape from my mouth. Instinctively, I run my tongue across my lips, wetting them. Sam groans low at the sight, pushing his grey shorts down his thighs.

I open my mouth to object, or plead. I’m not sure which. “Shh, no words, baby,” he coos, guiding his fisted cock between my parted lips.

“What’s the hold up? We’ve dropped anchor. It’s time to go,” Brad bellows from the other side of the bathroom door.

“Yeah,” I reply, trying to conceal my breathy voice. Brushing the hair from Rose’s heart-stopping face, I slowly drag my cock back across her tongue. Fingers sinking further into the now-black strands, I fist tight as my dick plunges into the back of her throat. She constricts around me and the feeling curls my fucking toes. It’s never been like this before, not with any woman or man. Her hazel eyes send an electric current shooting through my nervous system, her voice paralyzing my heart in its boney cell, and her moan…fuck, the sound of it has me ready to blow at the drop of a hat.

Is this love at first sight? Obsession? Addiction?

I don’t know. But what I do know is I’ll risk everything just to have her forever.

“Take me, Rosie. Take it all and I’ll do what I can,” I pant, head falling back. My entire body is a live wire, tension strung through each muscle, as I picture her bouncing on my cock. “I’ll try to get you out, baby. I can’t let this slip through my fingers.”

When I lift my head and look down upon her, she’s glancing up at me from beneath wet lashes, locking our gaze. Rose willingly moves her mouth along my length, taking over control, and my restraint is ready to snap. I near the point of not giving a fuck, willing to risk his wrath just to sink inside her.

She hums against my shaft, pleasurable shivers skittering down my spine. “Will you forgive me if I can fix this?” I whisper. She sucks me harder, faster, only slowing to swirl her tongue around the crown. “Say it.”

“Yes,” she murmurs.

Something warms in my chest, and I drop to my knees in front of her, crashing our mouths together. I kiss her hard, rough, the desperate need inside me bordering on violent.

I want to take my time, taste every inch of her sweet skin, but Brad’s banging on the door again. Threatening to tell the boss I’m the reason we’re late. I can’t have that. It raises the question of “why?” I’m the most punctual motherfucker out of the lot of us.

My hand cups the back of Rose’s neck, guiding her to take me into her wet mouth once more. She doesn’t resist this time, having realized this thing between us can’t be ignored no matter the terrible situation we’ve found ourselves in.

She comes down around me, so perfect and warm, taking me as I thrust with unrestrained desire. “Finish me off, pretty girl.” The timbre of my voice is unknown even to myself. I’m possessed by this ravenous thing taken root inside me.She whimpers, the sound tearing through me like shrapnel, shredding apart my ability to keep my orgasm at bay and make this last. Heat lashes across my skin as I erupt deep within her throat. “Swallow it, Rosie, so you can have a piece of me with you even when we’re apart.”

My jaw aches, but at least Sam’s going to do what he can for Chelsea and I. If all it takes is my agreement and my seemingly willing body, I’ll do it.

He helps me to my feet, pressing another kiss to my swollen lips. “I’m sorry,” he says for the hundredth time.

The doorknob rattles, Brad attempting to force his way inside after growing increasingly frustrated by Sam dragging out the last moments of our alone time. The lock disengages and the door slams open, missing Sam by a fraction of a centimetre. Brad’s furious gaze sweeps the room, eyes narrowing once they land on me. “What the fuck are you doing in here? I said it was time to go.”

“Sorry, guess I missed the part where Maximus died and made you the fucking boss.” Any softness Sam showered me with is gone in an instant. Replaced by the condescending dick from before as a sly grin pulls at his mouth.

“Why is she un-gagged? You’re supposed to be prepping her for delivery,” snaps Brad.

I hate that he talks about me like I’m not a person, just a fucking product for purchase, packaging, and transportation. I suppose, in his eyes, I am…Chelsea too. It unnerves me how well he was able to play us. Putting up the front of having humanity, when clearly he lacks any positive emotions at all.

“Not that it’s any business of yours since I’m sure you were up to the same things as us, but this little slut here…" Sam fists his hand in my hair, yanking my head back, “was begging for her freedom.” Wincing from his roughness, I glare at him, about to give him a tongue lashing. His eyes don’t dare leave Brad’s face, but his fist loosens then tightens in my hair. It’s enough of a signal for me to shut the fuck up and take it. I saw the aftereffects of Brad’s time with Chelsea, and I’m lucky as fuck to be getting out of this pretty much unscathed.

Brad grumbles some half-ass response, knowing he doesn’t have a leg to stand on if he was out there assaulting my sister. “Whatever. Shut her up before she starts screaming her head off, then get out here and help me with the final clean up. We have to go, water’s choppy this morning.”

“Sure thing, partner.”

Brad scowls at Sam, who shoots him a wink in return. Turning, he takes two steps toward the exit. “Door stays open.”

“You got it.” Sam nods.

Brad strolls out of the bathroom, turning out of sight, and Sam abruptly kicks the door closed, locking it.

“What are you—” Sam’s hand quickly but gently lands over my mouth, silencing me.

His finger raises over his lips. “Shhhhh,” he whispers so low I can barely hear. Moving closer, his lips brush against my ear. “I have to check in after the cruise, I’ll find you then.” His hand reaches behind me, and the sound of tape pulling off the roll awakens a new type of fear. I willingly have to accept my fate while hiding the small bloom of hope that Sam can do something about it when he returns. “Just be good until I get back, and don’t get yourself killed. Can you promise me that?” He pulls away slightly, gaze flitting over my face. Slowly, I nod. What other choice do I have? There’s no family for me to run to. They’re the reason Chelsea and I are in this situation. She’s all I have, and if Sam will do whatever he can to get us out of it because of this connection he feels, I’ll nurture that growing adoration inside him until it blossoms into love. Then once we’re safe, I’ll kill him myself for ever manipulating me like this.

Sam rips the strip of tape off the roll. Hanging his head, he sucks in a deep breath, huffing it out. “I hate this.”

“It’s okay,” I breathe. “Do it.”