To Burn In Brutal Rapture

by Nyla K

  He needs it.

  Lazarus mumbles something in his sleep, and a purely psychotic smile forms on my lips.

  Imagine being obsessively in love, to the point of infatuation, with someone since you were pretty much a child. Then imagine having that same man tell grown-up you he’s in love with you and spend hours worshipping your body until you can’t move.

  Now you tell me the crazy-person smile isn’t justified.

  My mischievous fingers trail his shoulder, black lines of ink linking some kind of tribal sun and what appears to be a mouth with fangs. I’m still hypnotized by his tattoos. He has so many of them, I think it would take me days to study and memorize them all, though I’ve been working on it. I have my top favorites mapped out so far.

  “Trix!” He gasps out of nowhere, startling me. His head jerks left from where it was buried in the pillow, sleepy eyes now wide and nervous. I simply blink at him anxiously while he lets out a rough breath. “Fuck… Thank God you’re still here.”

  He rolls onto his side and pulls me to his chest, to which I immediately melt, pressing my lips on a firm pectoral muscle.

  “Yes, I’m here.” My fingers slink up and down the smooth skin of his side. “Where would I go?”

  “I don’t know,” he mutters in my hair. “Away.”

  My heart swells up so big it’s about to explode and sprinkle love confetti all over the bed.

  “I’m not going anywhere, Lazarus,” I kiss the words over his rapping pulse.

  He pulls back enough to look down at me. “It might not be by choice. But everyone leaves me eventually, Traci. Everyone.”

  My forehead lines and tears threaten to sneak from behind my eyes.

  “Baby, I’m sorry for every single person you’ve lost. And for the ones who hurt you. But you’re so much more than that, Lazarus. You need to burn all those bad memories away and rise above it all. It’s what you were made to do.”

  He stares at me for several seconds in silence, before slowly taking my chin in his fingers.

  His slate eyes drop to my lips. “Take a shower with me. Please.”

  There’s that crazy smile again.

  We scramble out of bed and scurry to the bathroom, giggling and holding hands, and I swear to God, I’m not even kidding.

  Whose life is this?!

  Lazarus turns on the shower then grabs my waist and pushes me into the glass beside the door to the big fancy stall, pressing his naked body into mine until I moan.

  “My perfect Little Trick,” he murmurs on my neck, sucking hard until I gasp. “You make me wild. I feel so many crazy fucking things with you.”

  “First of all, I think you’re already wild without me,” I grin, and he chuckles, tonguing up to my earlobe while his fingers creep between my thighs. “Second of all, I feel everything you feel, baby. I always have.”

  “Good,” he says with a bite.

  He shoves me inside the shower stall and when I turn over my shoulder, I see him prowling toward me like an animal. Just as wild as he says, and ready to devour.

  There’s an infinitely tight burning at my center that needs to be doused, only by him.

  Rather than touching me, he stands a foot away, arms crossed over his chest, gazing at me with ravenous hunger in his storm eyes. So I decide to give him what he wants.

  Placing my hands flat on the wall of the shower, I push my hips back, making sure to pop out my butt. I spread my legs and move up onto my tiptoes a little, bending enough to display my ass to him for his appraisal. And when I peek over my shoulder again, that’s exactly the look I’m getting.

  He’s staring at my behind with hooded eyes, pinching his lower lip between his thumb and forefinger, sending a tremor through my belly. There are a million filthy desires flashing across his face, and I want them all.

  I want to quench his every carnal need, forever.

  “Lazarus,” my voice wavers, and when his eyes lift to mine, my knees almost buckle.

  “Yes, Little Trick?” He answers, tone so casual you’d think he was picking out a tie. It’s beyond sexy.

  I’ve always found his aloofness hot as hell, because it’s just him. Lazarus Weston the emotionless robot is mine, and now I’m the only one who gets his rare feelings.

  “I want you inside me…” I lick my lips. “I want to feel you come inside me.”

  His broad chest flutters and he steps closer, his erection grazing my butt as he does. It’s enough to make me whimper.

  “You know how badly I’m dying to feel that, baby…” he rumbles, running a strong hand up the length of his cock, holding it in his palm. “But we have to be responsible.”

  I gulp, my cheeks heating before I even say the words. “I think there’s a place you can come… where it wouldn’t… matter.”

  Biting my lip, I struggle against the overwhelming urge to look away in humility at how brazen I’m being. I’ve never done this before, with anyone but my dream man, and as much as telling him my dirty thoughts is a huge turn-on, it’s also minutely embarrassing, because I’m still afraid he’ll look at me and see an inexperienced, foolish girl.

  Fortunately for me, Lazarus appears captivated by my foul mouth and filthy mind, maybe even more so by my lack of experience. His eyes droop shut for a moment and he releases a staggering breath, his hand sliding slowly down his impressive dick to graze his balls, a sight that has me swallowing before I drool.

  When his eyes reopen, there are gray flames of need in them, aimed right at me.

  “You’re insatiable for me, aren’t you, Tracien?” He steps forward once more, pressing his pelvis into my ass and pushing his erection between the crack.

  His finger slides up my spine and I shiver so hard, my nipples are now pebbled against the cool tiles. It feels sublime.

  “Yes,” I lean my head on the wall as I watch him, bending at the waist more to give him full access to my butt.

  His hands cup and squeeze hard. “You love being bad for me, don’t you?” His eyes leave mine for a moment to watch his erection, standing tall, sliding between my cheeks.

  “Yes, Lazarus,” I moan at the feeling of the giant, unbearably firm object teasing my bad place.

  “This beautiful, young body is mine to use, isn’t it?” He asks another question, his tone wickedly dark; devious and roguish, that deep, rumbling voice giving me endless chills.

  As I’m gasping another yes, he maneuvers his dick so that it’s pushing straight between my thighs, now stroking in the wetness overflowing from my body. It feels phenomenal, and my eyes droop shut as I press my breasts harder into the tiled wall.

  Suddenly there’s a crack of pain to match the sound of the slap on my ass he just doled out. My eyes shoot open to find him squinting at me.

  “Eyes on me,” he commands.

  I chew my lip until it’s damn near bleeding. Sweet Jesus. “Yes sir, Mr. Weston.”

  The subtlest grin tugs at the corner of his mouth. “That’s my good Little Trick.” Moving his hips forward and back, he slowly drags his erection along the slit of my pussy while his hands spread my ass open. “You’re my good little bad girl, Trix. You belong to me, body, heart, mind, and soul. I own all of it, and I want to see how much you love me in your eyes while I stuff my cock inside your ass. How’s that sound?”

  A helpless mewl escapes my throat as I watch his beautiful face, nodding slowly, because holy fuck, nothing has ever sounded as good as that does.

  “It sounds like… everything I’ve ever wanted.”

  “Mmm,” he groans quietly, and without another word, pushes his cock into my pussy from behind.

  Gradually, and yet his rigid girth unleashes a strangled gasp from my throat. He melts against my back, bringing his hands up my waist and ribcage to cup my breasts from behind.

  “You’re so wet,” he growls in my ear. “All the lube we’ll ever need is right here in my wet Little Trick’s young perfect pussy.” He nuzzles behind my ear then bites the lobe. “Should we make more?”

>   My brain is fuzzy. I can’t even think, it’s like pleasure overload already, with his thick cock moving leisurely inside me, deep, the feeling of his slick muscles on my back and his warm breath and dirty words in my ear. The smell of him overtakes me, my body climbing in an instant.

  He circles my nipples with his thumbs as he pumps into me slowly, then pinches them, tugging until I cry out his name.

  Chuckling a little, he soothes the sore centers of my breasts with his hands. “You just got like three times wetter, baby. That’s how much I own your beautiful body. It responds to me on cue.”

  “God, Lazarus…” I can’t even help the moan as I reach for his face. “Please kiss me. Please please please… I promise that will make me wetter, too.”

  “I know it will, Trix,” he kisses my neck then slides a wet hand up to my throat. “You want my lips? Come get them.”

  Without hesitation, I grasp his jaw and pull his mouth to mine. His warm, delicious mouth, soft lips and sweet tongue… God, kissing him sends me on a rocket ship to outer space, cruising the Milky Way while he sucks and bites until I’m ready to fall down.

  “Is it wet enough yet?” I squeak with desperation in my tone, which makes him hum.

  “I think so, beautiful.” He bites me one last time before pulling away and tugging his length out of me. It’s crazy how empty I feel when he’s not inside me. Though something tells me I’m about to be filled in a way I certainly never have been before.

  Lazarus pushes me into the wall and takes my ass in his hands again, spreading me wide. I blush because I can’t believe I’m letting someone see me like this. But it’s him, and he was right.

  He owns every part of me. It’s all his.

  “I know it’s been a while, baby, but I’m not going to pamper you here.” He drags the head of his cock over my asshole. “I want to see what you can take. So I plan to give, Little Trick. I want to break you in. That being said, you can always tell me to stop and I will, okay?”

  My eyes meet his from over my shoulder and I whisper, “Yes. I… I love you.”

  The smile that graces his mouth is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen in my life. “Remember you said that.”

  And then he starts pushing.

  Forcing the fat head of his cock into my tiny hole, working the natural lubrication, which I can feel dripping out of me. I squeal at the burn, but keep myself relaxed enough to let him in, because this is where I want him. I’ve always wanted to give him every part of me.

  He holds me open, thrusting himself inside, ripping me apart in the best possible way until I’m ready to crumble to my knees. I wish I could see what he’s seeing, because his eyes are locked on where he’s entering me and I’ve never seen a look so completely entranced before.

  “Jesus Christ, you’re fucking tight, baby,” he groans. “Let me inside this pretty little ass.”

  “Fuck…” I croak, impelling my eyes to stay open and watch him because the visual is enough to have me allowing his enormous cock somewhere it totally should not fit.

  It takes a while for him to get even halfway in, but when he does, he pulls back and it makes me shudder. Then he drills in again, giving me inches, and inches, and fucking inches until I can feel his pelvis on my butt.

  “Traci… God damn fucking Jesus…” Lazarus groans nonsense, dropping his face forward to lick the nape of my neck. “Do you fucking know what this looks like?”

  “I want to see,” I moan as he finally lets go of my ass and starts moving. It makes me cry out loud.

  “You okay, Little Trick?” He breathes, biting my shoulder as he holds my waist and strokes in and out of my ass.

  “Yes… yes yes yes…” I ramble mindlessly, getting lost in the sensation, which is really rocking my world.

  It still burns, so fucking intense, but it feels good; divine. It feels illicit, to have his long dick all the way inside my body, in this forbidden area. The dirtiness of it is half the pleasure, and soon enough I’m rocking my hips with his tempo, pushing my butt into him because it’s setting my nerves on fire.

  “You’re everything, Tracien,” he breathes from right behind me, strong arms circling my waist while he pumps into me. “You’re the most perfect thing I’ve ever had.”

  “I want to kiss you,” my voice comes out needy and ragged, but I can’t be bothered to care, because there’s a massive object stealing every ounce of breath from inside my body at the moment.

  “Me too,” he palms my breasts. “I want to kiss you, too. Hold on…”

  He pulls out of me slowly, and that mildly uncomfortable feeling has me squeaking out loud. Then he twirls me around to face him, grabbing my thigh to hitch my leg at his hip.

  “Wrap your legs around my waist, baby,” he commands breathlessly, then lifts me up. I instantly follow his instructions, locking my ankles above his butt as he presses my back against the wall.

  Lazarus positions himself with enough space, pulling me so I’m leaned back and opened to him. He takes his monster cock in his hand and guides the crown back to my ass. With an easy shove, he breaks through once again while I cry his name like a salvation.

  Oh… yes… I like this position better.

  Feeding his dick inside nice and slow, he holds me up with the strength of his right arm, taking my face in his left hand and bringing my lips to his.

  “About those kisses you wanted to give me,” he rumbles and I can’t help the grin that crosses my mouth, before I attack him.

  We kiss it out, long, slippery illustrious kisses full of passion and urgency, while he works his cock in my ass, pushing and pulling in easy tandem, building and winding up my core until it’s about to snap.

  We rip apart to breathe and I glance between us, watching where our bodies are joined, his balls pressing into the entrance of my body. It has to be the hottest, dirtiest, most fantastic thing I’ve ever felt or witnessed. I’m about to explode everywhere.

  “Traci, I love you,” Lazarus grunts as he moves, muscles straining all over his body, slippery wet ink and golden skin, black hair dripping water into his lust-filled eyes.

  Someone who looks like that, telling me he loves me, is more than enough to send my body into a spiraling, free-fall climax.

  “I… love… I’m… coming…” The jumbled words tumble from my lips as I’m swept up in the monsoon of euphoria he’s raining over me.

  My body rocks and clenches around him, fingers twisting in his hair, pulling his face to mine. He lets out a strained hiss, kissing my lips, then my tits, sucking my nipples while my orgasm goes on for what feels like hours.

  “I love making you come, Trix.” Pumping and pumping and pumping into my tightness while I quake. “You coming makes me… God, I’m gonna come.”

  “Inside me?” I gasp as he pants out the hottest damn noises I’ve ever heard come from a person.

  “Yes. Fuck I’m coming inside you, baby. Deep… so fucking deep…”

  Lazarus strangles me with his giant arms, roaring into my neck, biting and sucking while I feel his massive cock swell and pulse. It’s a spectacular feeling, and when his pelvis brushes my clit, it sends after-shocks rippling through my body.

  “Come in me, baby. I love how it feels…” I gasp to him and he groans louder.

  We’re both breathing like we just ran a marathon, squeezing each other, fingers and nails digging in everywhere as we come down from that spectacular high.

  Wow. Best first anal sex ever.

  Eventually we even out, and Lazarus clears his throat. “Fuck, sorry. Hang on, baby.”

  He pulls out of me slowly, which is certainly a bizarre feeling, but he doesn’t put me down. He holds me up on his body even though I can feel his arms trembling a little. He stares at me from behind some strands of wet black hair, then bites his lip.

  “Wow…” His voice is hoarse and raspy, and seriously delicious. I reach up to brush the hair out of his eyes. “That was… wow.”

  I sigh with hearts in my eyes, biting my l
ip and looking, I’m sure, like a cartoon character as I sigh, “Wow doesn’t even cover it. That was life-affirming.”

  He shows me a grin that could light up the world if we ran out of electricity. “Life-affirming anal sex. I like it.” He presses a soft kiss on my lower lip that makes me melt. “Did I hurt you?”

  I shake my head. “No. But then, nothing hurts when you’re madly in love with someone, so who knows.”

  I squeak and snap my mouth shut, because I totally didn’t mean to say that out loud.

  God, now I really sound like a loser.

  Lazarus’s face is like a stone as he watches me closely. “You’re madly in love with me…” It sounds like he meant it to be a question, though it doesn’t come out like one.

  Because we both know I am. That much is obvious.

  Before I can think of something cool to say, he hovers his lips over mine and says, “I think I’m madly in love with you, too.”

  My heart leaps so hard it hurts. This man…

  “Really?” I trace his jaw with my fingers.

  “I’ve only been in love one other time…” His gaze falls for a moment while he swallows visibly. He’s talking about Dad. Then his eyes return to mine. “How do you know if it’s… madly?”

  I pause for a minute, considering how to answer.

  “It… consumes you. The love wraps around your entire heart like a cocoon, and keeps it from seeing anyone else, from beating for anyone else, and from imagining a life with anyone other than that person. It’s overwhelming, but in the best possible way.”

  Lazarus blinks at me. “That definitely sounds familiar.” He smiles a shy, gorgeous little thing and I giggle, touching his perfectly pouty lips. “I love you madly.”

  “I love you madly,” I repeat to him and he kisses me, slowly, revering and sweet and full.

  And I can hear the lyrics to every one of my mom’s favorite love songs, playing in my mind.

  Two hours later, after multiple attempts, we’re finally out of the shower, cleaned up and dressed.