To Burn In Brutal Rapture

by Nyla K

  Traci’s been texting me to come over, and even though I know I should try to stay away, all I want in the is to go over there and sink into her. I want her warmth and her innocence to wrap me up like a blanket and give me some sweet relief like only she can.

  I’m about to text her and tell her I’m on my way when my phone rings in my hand.

  It’s Damien.

  My heart jolts into my throat so fast I actually cough, a shiver of panic rippling through me. I take a deep breath to calm myself down before answering.

  “Hey,” I mumble, sounding exactly like someone who fucked his daughter would sound.

  “Hey! What are you doing right now?” Damien asks, and I begin mentally preparing to defend myself even though he’s barely said anything.

  “Uh nothing. Just about to leave the office,” I swallow.

  “Cool. Meet me at La Roca for dinner?” I pause in silence for enough seconds that Day starts barking at me. “Hello? Laz?”

  “What? Yea, I’m here. Sorry.” I rub my eyes with my fingers.

  “So… dinner?” He asks again in his regular, casual Damien tone. “I’m starving.”

  Okay, so I guess he just wants to eat. No hidden accusatory agenda…

  Warily, I reply, “Sure. I’ll meet you there in twenty.”

  “Awesome. See you in a bit.”

  He hangs up, unaware of my inner struggles. It should be a relief, but it’s not. It just makes me feel like even more of a fucking scumbag.

  My nerves rattle inside me as I pour myself a scotch and down it, then one more, and then a third, which has me feeling loopy enough that I know I can’t drive to the restaurant. So I call a car and it delivers me to La Roca for dinner with my best friend.

  Jesus, this is going to be awful. I really hate myself.

  I arrive first, and they sit me at our usual table where I kill another glass of scotch waiting for Damien. When I spot him walking over to me, I almost have a heart attack, before reminding myself that I need to hold it together.

  I’ve been doing inappropriate things with Traci for months behind Damien’s back, but for some reason now it all feels different. I’m not sure if it’s just because I took her virginity and we spent a full day having all kinds of hot, filthy sex, but at this point I’ve solidified myself as the worst best friend in history.

  I suppose it could also have something to do with my feelings for the girl. The way she’s slithered inside my heart and my mind, taking over damn near every facet of my life. Apparently I’m not just the worst best friend in history, but I’m also a complete and total psycho who’s developing something relationship-adjacent with a girl who’s practically my niece.

  Damien, however, is fully unaware of all this, and he plops down in a chair across from me at our table, giving me one of his small grins.

  “Miss me today?” He smirks, flagging the waiter for more drinks.

  I have no choice but to shove all my issues aside and play along. “I’m sorry, who are you again?”

  He chuckles and leans back in his seat, releasing a soft sigh. “I needed the day off, man. That party really wiped me out.”

  “Tell me about it,” I grumble, images of Ted cowering beneath my death glare come to mind, bringing with them that stupid email he sent earlier. I’m going to end that fucking prick.

  As if somehow reading my mind, Damien says, “So Ted Jennings is a huge loser, huh?”

  My eyes pop up to his. “Yea. He was acting like an asshole. It’s not a good look for us to be associated with someone like that.”

  “I agree,” he nods. “I had a talk with Jerald about him today.”

  “Did you?” I’m not sure where he’s going with this.

  “Yea. I told him that guy needs to be on a shorter leash from now on,” he says with conviction. “I don’t give a fuck if he’s a partner. We don’t need their business that bad. Or at all, really. I told Jerald if he’s going to keep embarrassing us in front of other clients, we’ll gladly sever ties with Cartwell & Jennings. No sweat off my back.”

  I think about this for a moment. Jerald probably spoke to Ted about his behavior based on Damien chewing him out. It could be a reason why he decided to fuck with me today.

  I know I should probably tell Damien about the email from Ted, but I’m honestly still concerned about what that asshole’s motives are. Before I bring it up, I need to make sure Ted doesn’t have any evidence of Traci and me seeing each other. I’m not sure how he would, but I’m not willing to risk stirring the pot until I’m positive there’s no way Traci will be involved in this feud.

  “Why are you being so quiet?” Damien asks and I falter.

  “I’m always quiet…” I mutter stupidly.

  “Really? Come on, man. Don’t pull that shit with me.” His face radiates hurt and now I feel awful about that, too. “Look, I know you’ve been trying to keep the peace with Jerald after everything, but I assure you, no one’s thinking about the wedding anymore. It won’t make us look bad to cut them off, I promise. And even if it did, who gives a fuck? You mean more to me than our stupid reputation.”

  My heart pumps aggressively while I swallow down the bitter taste of guilt.

  My best friend… My best fucking friend, man. What the fuck am I doing??

  Perfect timing for our drinks to arrive, the waiter drops off the scotches and Damien orders some of our favorite food while I sit quietly in my pensive bubble of despair. I’m so deep in my thoughts right now, I’m finding it very difficult to engage in normal conversation.

  Between everything happening with Ted, and the Traci stuff, it’s all getting to me; building up some severe tension in my muscles and my mind. So naturally, I resort to drinking way too much to calm myself down, and by the time we’re done eating, I’ve killed more glasses of scotch than I can even count and I’m beyond tipsy.

  Of course Damien doesn’t find it suspicious at all. Why would he? He’s never had a reason to be suspicious of anything I’ve done in the past, so my sudden drunkenness is just amusing to him, and a bit endearing, because he’s Damien and he’s the best person I’ve ever known in my whole life.

  At the valet stand, he puts me into a car and tells me to go home and sleep it off. But because I’m weak, and selfish, and so fucking needy when I’m drunk, as soon as the car pulls away, I give the driver Traci’s address instead.

  Fifteen minutes later, I’m dragging my scotch-soaked ass up the stairs of Traci’s building and knocking on her door. When she answers it, the flood of emotions I feel just from seeing her face is something I’m completely unprepared to deal with.

  I don’t understand what’s going on inside me anymore when it comes to Traci. I thought before it was because she just wouldn’t leave me alone. She was constantly pursuing me and I couldn’t help but give in to her tiny, beautiful persistence.

  But then the more I started coming to her, the more I started showing up and chasing her the way she used to chase me, it became evident that this thing is not one-sided. Not anymore, if it ever was to begin with.

  It’s about more than just her delicious body, or her gorgeous features, or the fact that she’s the most tempting thing that’s ever fallen into my lap. I’ve been plunging deeper and deeper into this obsession with her for a while now, and as it turns out, there isn’t one single reason why I suddenly want Traci Wright to be mine.

  Because if I’m being honest with myself, it’s not all that sudden, despite what I’ve tried to convince myself for so long. She’s been growing on me for a while, and now that she’s handed her body over to me along with her heart, I just don’t see how it’s possible to deny this any longer.

  I might love her, too…

  “You didn’t tell me you were coming,” she says in that softly angelic voice that slinks into my brain and releases a shot of dopamine.

  Stepping closer to her, she smiles up at me while moving aside to let me in, closing the door and locking it behind us.

  “I needed to see you.�
� I reach for her face, running my fingers through her silky black hair.

  She looks so different than she used to, but maybe it’s just because I’m seeing her unfiltered now. With brand new eyes.

  “Baby,” she hums with hands slinking up my chest and around my shoulders while I do the same to her waist, down to her ass.

  I cup it in my palms while our eyes remain locked, speaking so many words without uttering a single one. Before she can react, I lift her up, legs wrapping around my waist like a reflex. Walking with her in my arms, I carry her to the living room, my breathing already picking up in anticipation.

  “Is your roommate home?” I lie her down on the tiny couch and crawl on top of her, moving my face in close until our lips are almost touching.

  She shakes her head, eyes blue with shimmering lust. “We’re all alone.”

  “Good.” I brush my lower lip over hers until she shivers. “Not that it would matter right now. I don’t give a fuck about anything in the world other than all the things I want to do to you.”

  She purrs out a soft noise then pulls me by my jaw until our lips meet, and we both moan simultaneously at the instant explosion of chemistry between us. Those plush lips seduce mine, sucking hungrily while she pants in my mouth. Our tongues come together, firm and desperate, slippery and fierce, like this kissing is all we need to get each other off.

  “You taste delicious,” she breathes to me, a hand rushing down to my ass, tugging me so we can rub out some friction. “God, Lazarus, I want everything you have to give me.”

  “You’re a fucking addiction, baby,” my hoarse voice escapes in between our lips mauling one another. “I’m going out of my mind for you.”

  She whimpers and lifts my shirt a bit, scratching my abs with her nails before unbuttoning and unzipping my pants. I yank her shirt up just enough to reveal her naked tits, my cock swelling so thick it’s trying to burst out of my clothes.

  I move my mouth to her breasts; perky handfuls, the youngest I’ve ever touched, kissed or licked, turning me on like mad. They’re beautiful, round and naturally firm, her nipples a rosy blush color that darken as they pebble for me.

  Unmarked by anyone else. Untouched by any other man.

  This girl’s body belongs to me alone, a thought that sends me spiraling into a twister of raw hunger.

  Swirling my tongue around one, I circle it, suckling between my lips, worshipping while she quivers and stuffs her small hand into my pants to grab my shaft. I grunt at the feeling, her smooth palm stroking me up and down slowly as I move to the other nipple, sucking harder this time until she gasps.

  “It makes me so wet when you do that,” her fingers graze over my balls.

  “Let me investigate,” I smirk, and she squeals, to which I chuckle, my brain fuzzy from the need pumping through my veins, like the heat surrounding us in waves.

  I slip a hand into her shorts, no panties underneath, and instantly my fingers meet an ocean of silky arousal. My cock pulses in her hand.

  “Baby, you weren’t wrong,” I hum, whirling about her wetness. “You’re dripping for me.”

  “Lazarus… All I want right now is you inside me,” she whines. “Please.”

  Against my inner desires, I say, “There’s a condom in my pocket.”

  Becoming frantic, she reaches into my pocket to pull out the Magnum, impatiently ripping it open with her teeth. I have to grin at how excited she is. She’s still so young, with barely any experience other than what we’ve done together, and it blows me away how sexy it is to see her losing her mind for me.

  With all the experience in the world, I’m feeling the same way.

  It’s her. I just want her.

  Traci wiggles out of her shorts, then shoves my pants down to my thighs, tugging my long cock out to rest on her pelvis. I really don’t want to use a condom, but we have to be smart here. As irresponsible as it is for me to be with Traci, for so many reasons, I won’t make one of them the risk of knocking her up.

  She rolls the condom on slowly while we both watch in fascination, breathing heavily, sweating through our clothes. We could take them off, but I’m too damn impatient and I know she is, too. Especially since she’s already grabbing my cock and pressing it up to her soaking wet lips.

  “I’m going to fuck you hard, Trix,” I rasp with my face buried in her tits. So fucking soft… Baby. “And deep.”

  “Yes, please,” she breathes obediently, and I’m overcome with her.

  Rearing my hips back, I waste no time shoving my whole cock into her with one forceful thrust, causing her to cry out loud.

  “Fuck… yes…” I pull out a bit then slam back in, stretching her tight walls to fit me. “God, baby, you feel so damn good.”

  I work my length in her balls deep, pushing hard, my pelvis slapping against hers as I bite and suck her chest, leaving purple marks all over her precious tits.

  “Lazarus! Oh God, yes… fuck me. Harder.” Her voice is choppy with my ravaging thrusts as I fuck her so deep I think my dick is about to come out her mouth.

  “You don’t know what you’re asking for, Little Trick,” I snarl while spearing her like a savage. But believe it or not, she’s fucking loving it. Her pussy is dripping, and I can feel it running over my balls.

  “I do, baby. But I don’t need to ask.” She grabs my face until I’m staring intently down at glistening blue. “Because you belong to me.”

  Without even realizing it, I’m nodding. Nodding while pounding her tight pussy. Nodding for yes. I do belong to you, sweet Trix. Only you.

  “And you belong to me… right?” I ask, though it’s more of a demand, watching her beautiful blushed face, eyes rolling back in pleasure.

  “Always,” she mewls and grabs onto my butt, squeezing and guiding me as I rock into her hard and heavy.

  Her fingers trace the crack of my ass, and a mischievous frisson runs through me, zapping me right in the balls. Traci bites her lip, giving me the most devious look I’ve ever seen on her before.

  I rest my forehead on hers. “You know what I want.”

  Humming out a needy noise, she slides her hand down to my balls, smearing her fingers with her own arousal. Then she drags them up, up… up.

  My eyelids droop as I move my face to her throat, licking and biting her flesh while she traces my rim with her finger.

  “Like this?” She asks, breathless but still sounding purely wicked.

  “Yes… More…”

  Her finger massages wetness into me while I drill her, stroking my cock over and over in her soaking wet heat. She gives it a little push and that familiar burn I love, though I’ll never understand why, has me moaning into her neck.

  “I want you to tell me I’m doing good for you,” she glides the finger in deeper until I’m panting so hard I can barely breathe. “I need your pleasure, Lazarus.”

  “Mmm then give me more, baby,” my voice is rough, though still coming out like a plea.

  I can’t believe she’s really doing this for me. The sweet little girl whose innocence I stole less than two days ago is now my wanton sex goddess, here to give me the hurt that feels so delicious it makes me come cross-eyed.

  “Yes, sir, Mr. Weston,” she tries to sound coy, but I’m pumping my cock into her hard, macerating her with every inch while she stuffs her two slim fingers into my ass.

  “Fuck fuck fuck…” My hand slides up to her throat. “You’re doing so good for me, Little Trick. Give me all you’ve got. I promise you won’t hurt me. I need it.”

  “Jesus, Lazarus, I’m so close…” Traci shivers beneath me while matching my thrusts with her hand, giving me the deep and the hard I’m giving her. “I want you to come with me.”

  “I will…” I breathe, seeing stars as she grazes the spot that makes my entire body shudder. “I am… Fuck, right there. Do it again.”

  I have to hand it to her, without the slightest idea what she’s doing, she’s rocking my fucking world right now. Every time I stroke out of her pussy
, she pushes knuckle-deep, and it’s like she’s hitting every nerve, sending the endorphins like the wave of a magic wand through my loins.

  “Yes… yes… Lazarus… Harder,” she squeals, and I feel her tightening all around me.

  “Your pussy is so fucking good, baby.” I hold her throat, lips hovering over hers. “Fuck, you’re gonna make me… Come.”

  Traci gasps out loud, squeezing her thighs around my hips while her body sings for me. She’s letting go, her fucking fingers teasing deep in me, touching that spot like a lightning rod, striking me until I tumble over the edge with her.

  We grunt and growl and groan together, my cock swelling up and throbbing out long aches as I come deep in her body, while she holds me tight and orgasms so gracefully, I physically can’t tear my eyes off of her.

  She’s a masterpiece, a revelation. The most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen or held in my arms. She’s mine. All fucking mine.

  “Baby… fuck me… you’re so… mmm yes…” I don’t even know what I’m saying, our eyes locked while we come down from the highest of highs.

  “Lazarus… I can’t even…” she croaks, removing her fingers from me, which makes me gasp. “I… I’m…”

  I stare at her, both of our chests heaving, breathless and weightless, watching her face while she stutters over something I already know in my heart.

  “Tell me,” I plead, taking her hand and placing it over my thudding heart.

  Her lips quiver through unsteady breaths. “Baby, I…”

  There’s a knock at the door. And I’m not sure why, but I’m upset that it’s interrupting what she was about to say.

  Tell me how you feel, Little Trick.

  “Ignore it,” I huff, assuming it’s one of her annoying neighbors coming to complain that we’re fucking too loud or something.

  “Mmm,” she whines and pulls my lips to hers, kissing me softly, while the knocking picks back up again.

  She breaks the kiss and gives me a look.

  Then we hear a voice calling through the door.

  “Trace! It’s Dad. Are you home?”