Watching You: Part 3 – Chapter 19 – Sorry

I woke up to noise in the kitchen. Still half asleep, already guarded, some part of me alert before the rest of my brain had caught up.

A short scream. Glass shattering.

Sober in under a second, if that’s even possible. 

I think it is. 

I think fear does that to a person regardless of what was running through their system a moment earlier.

Mia.

I was in the kitchen before I’d fully registered running there. 

She was standing in the middle of the mess in a pair of short shorts and a crop top.

 A glass bowl – or what was left of one – lay scattered across the tile around her bare feet. Blue eyes, wide and watery.

“I…I’m…sorry.”

Those three words again. 

Always the fucking apologies.

I watched her, didn’t blink. A sharp cut ran along one of her fingers, blood already dripping onto the tile between the glass shards. 

She caught me looking and started up again.

“I’m…sorry…I’ll…”

I stopped listening. 

I crossed the kitchen straight through the glass, not caring what was under my feet. 

Took her hand. Brought her bleeding finger straight to my mouth.

Her eyes went wider, bigger than I’d ever seen them.

 Her mouth formed a perfect O that I couldn’t stop myself from wanting to fill with something else entirely, but I just sucked, hard, once, then let her go.

I picked her up and set her on the counter, my eyes never leaving her face for a second. With one hand, I grabbed the first-aid kit from the cabinet – new, unopened until now – and stepped directly between her knees. 

I leaned in close, so close there was no space left for her to misread what this was.

I cleaned the cut, tore the bandage wrapper open with my teeth, the exact same way you’d tear open a condom wrapper, and noticed her noticing it. 

I saw the precise thought crossing her mind as she watched me do it.

Interesting.

I wrapped her finger.

A few minutes passed like they weren’t minutes at all. Just complete, heavy silence, neither of us moving to fill it.

Then her mouth started again.

“I wanted to cook us breakfast. I’m sorry, Jared.”

“Fuck the ‘sorry.'”

I hadn’t meant to say it out loud, but I had, and she looked up at me immediately.

“You hurt yourself, Mia. Don’t be sorry for something you didn’t do on purpose. I don’t believe it was your plan.”

She started laughing. 

Something high, creeping close to hysterical, though I couldn’t tell yet if it was the good kind or the kind that meant she was about to break.

“Plan? A plan sounds like a luxury I don’t have.”

She looked straight at me when she said it. 

The air in the kitchen changed shape entirely.

“Since you don’t want to hear me say I’m sorry…”

She slid off the counter, her bare feet landing right among the glass without a second’s hesitation, and dropped straight onto her knees in front of me.

My turn for wide eyes.

Fuck.

“Mia…”

Before I could finish her name, my pajama pants were down, her hands already working me free. 

I had planned to take it slow. I had planned to make her feel comfortable at first. 

Did I miss something?

Then her mouth took over, and I couldn’t think anymore.

She took me in like she was trying to pull my soul right out of me.

 Warm, wet, just the tip at first, then taking the full length, then pulling back to just the tip again.

 She was in complete control – until I reached down, tangled my fingers into her hair, and took the control back.

It was fascinating, really.

Fascinating how I could control her very breathing with my dick.

 One deep push, all the way in, and she gargled against me. I pulled off slowly, watching her blue, teary eyes look up at me. 

My favorite sight.

I pushed again, held her there, then pulled back just enough to let her catch a fragment of air.

“Breath. Breath,” I muttered.

 “Good girl.”

I couldn’t take it anymore. 

I pulled her up, bent her over the kitchen table, and lined myself up. 

No condom. That wasn’t the first rule I’d broken with her, and at this point, I didn’t give a fuck. 

She deserved to be rewarded.

I pushed inside her – slow, deliberate, driving in to the very end where the absolute limit of my patience met the start of her sweet, trembling groan.

Three minutes. That was all it took before I felt the tight, sweet pulsing wrapping around me.

“Come… come for me, Mia.”

She tightened down on me, let out a sharp gasp, and then completely yielded. 

That was it for me. 

I finished inside her, completely spent, resting my sweaty chest against her sweaty back.

Mia.