Tryst Six Venom

by Douglas, Penelope

  “She didn’t want to get in trouble, but I needed to know and she understood,” Clay says. “I stood back, way back, and watched her embalm him. Wash him. Patch up the gashes from his car wreck. The track marks on his arms and how gaunt his face had become. She cut his hair. Put makeup on him. Dressed him.”

  I was at that funeral. He was a friend of Army’s.

  “He looked alive again,” she goes on, lightning flashing across her skin. She put him back together so he could be remembered how I’m sure he wanted to be. He looked nineteen again, with his whole life ahead of him. Before life tore him apart.”

  My mom probably wishes she was remembered differently. Or better. I’m not sure it would’ve been a comfort, seeing her dressed in her best at a funeral, even if we could’ve afforded one, but people don’t deserve to be remembered for how they died.

  “She wouldn’t let me watch her prepare my brother, of course, but after Henry was buried, I…” She hesitated. “I started coming back. I’ve gone back again and again—helping, learning—because every time her phone rings, someone needs her. Someone is looking for guidance and comfort, and I need to be reminded that life is short. I don’t know what happens when we die…” Her breathing shakes, and I inch in closer. “But I do know life is too short. There is no tomorrow. This is all there is.”

  “This is all there is,” I repeat.

  And I reach out and touch her face. Clay. I smooth out the lines of worry and anger. The fighting and the hurt. I wipe away her tears with my thumb, feeling her warm skin and how she’s the softest thing I’ve ever touched.

  “Livvy,” she whimpers, squirming against me.

  “Clay.”

  She leans into it and exhales, her warm breath wafting over my mouth, and slowly slides her arm around my waist, pulling me in close.

  “I’m scared,” she murmurs.

  “Me too.”

  I still don’t trust her. I know this is a mistake.

  But fuck, I need to feel her once. All of her. Just once. Fuck it.

  I want to feel her come undone.

  She bites my bottom lip between her teeth, and I gasp, feeling it all over my body, and I slip my hand down inside her sleep shorts and inside her panties, shivering when I feel the bare skin between her legs.

  She sucks in a breath, her mouth hovering over mine, and I smile as she squirms.

  This is all there is. This could be it.

  “I wasn’t built for what they taught us we were built for,” I whisper, running my fingers so softly over her pussy. “I was built to feel this.”

  Her smooth skin is like a feast, but all I can think about is what it will feel like on my mouth.

  She holds onto me. “Don’t take off my clothes, okay?” she says. “I don’t want them to see.”

  “I’m taking off your clothes.”

  And she whimpers, looking like she’s in pain.

  But she doesn’t fight me.

  “I’m not stopping this for a hurricane,” I tell her. I slip my arm between her and the bed, and I pull her body tight against mine, stroking her cunt.

  I kiss her, slow and soft, gliding my tongue up her neck and rubbing my body up on hers. I suck her lip, going back for more and more. She tastes like a drug that if I go too fast, I’ll go out of my mind and lose control. I need to slow down.

  Rolling her nub underneath my finger, I feel the pulse in her clit throbbing as she starts to pump her hips into it, seeking me out.

  She looks over my shoulder, breathing hard. “They’re gonna see us.”

  “Do you want me to stop?”

  Tell me to touch you. Tell me you want to touch me.

  She pulls her arms away, and a shot of agony hits me that she’s pulling away until…her hands dip between us, and she unbuttons her shirt. My thighs warm, my clit throbbing, and lightning flashes through the room again, illuminating her beautiful body as she opens her shirt for me.

  I dip my hand inside, cupping a breast, and her hard nipple makes my palm tingle.

  She shivers, grappling for me like she’s dying, and I roll over on top of her, both of us glancing over to the other bed for a quick check. Krisjen is nearest, curled in the fetal position facing away from us, and Amy is on her stomach, her head facing the other wall.

  I look back down at Clay, her soft, smooth flesh filling my hand, and I come down, kissing her hard.

  She pulls up my top, her hands roaming up my back and over my hips, still too timid to go for what she wants. I peel open her shirt again, reveling in her naked skin, and then I sit up, carefully and quietly pulling my top off over my head.

  I drop my shirt, watching Clay watch me, her eyes trailing over my body. I know she’s seen me naked, and I’ve seen her, but not like this. This is for us.

  Sitting up, she holds my waist and looks up into my eyes, the heat of her breath falling on my chest.

  “I’m still scared,” she whispers.

  I stroke her hair. “Me too.”

  I peel off her shirt, both of us glancing at Krisjen and Amy again.

  Still no movement.

  We should go into the bathroom. We should just wait until I have her in my room or me in hers, and there’s no risk.

  “It’s okay,” I say. “I’ll stop whenever you want. We don’t have to do anything.”

  “I’m afraid I’ll feel different,” she tells me as I run my hand up and down her stomach, squeezing her breast gently.

  She means she’s worried she’ll feel badly about it afterward.

  It’s easy for women to feel shame about sex. We’re good at feeling dirty for things that should be natural. She’s afraid she’ll feel wrong. That something will change and the knowledge of who she was will be lost. It hurts a little.

  “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.” I gaze down at her. “Sex is a big deal.”

  “I didn’t think it would be.”

  “Why?”

  “With you, I mean,” she says. “I thought…”

  “You thought it wouldn’t be real.”

  Because I’m a fetish.

  She gazes up at me, and I move to climb off her, but she grabs my thighs, keeping me there.

  “I thought it wouldn’t matter,” she murmurs. “It does. I want you so badly, and I’m scared it won’t stop, Liv.”

  My insides flip, and I push her back down to the bed, her skin on mine as I cup her face.

  She stares into my eyes, and then…her legs fall open, and I nestle between them. Our warmth seeps through the thin fabric of our shorts, and I’m dizzy at the feel of her underneath me… God.

  I squeeze her jaw. “Keep talking, Collins,” I growl in a low voice over her lips. “Tell me more. You fucking owe me.”

  She pants under my body, squirming and dying for it, and I love having her in my hands and so pliant. I roll my hips, grinding into her as I come in for kiss after kiss.

  “I love the way you laugh,” she says, quivering. “I never make you laugh, and I hate it when I see you from a distance and someone else did. But I love it, too.”

  A smile pulls at my lips. “You think about me?”

  She nods. “I wonder how these little braids happen.” She touches my hair. “If it’s a nervous habit, you do them on purpose, or maybe a little girl you babysit plays with your hair…” I hover so close to her mouth I can feel its heat. “I stare at them in math class,” she whispers.

  It feels like bubbles popping under my skin, thinking about her longing for me. Wanting me. I want her fucking spread wide on my desk while Callum Ames loiters in the hall, oblivious to what she really likes to do.

  “I think about you in the mornings,” she goes on. “Right after I wake up. I can’t wait to see you.”

  I take her hands, pinning them over her head as I roll my hips and rub on her, faster and faster. She turns her head to check her friends, and I trail kisses over her jaw and down her neck.

  “I wanted to be in that car with you,” she murmurs.

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  She arches her back, sucking in air through her teeth. “I want to eat you up so badly,” she groans, “I can feel your body between my teeth.”

  Lightning flashes, her hot, little mouth hanging open an inch from mine as I thrust. Thunder cracks, covering her groan, and the sheet falls down my back as I move, dry-fucking her and grinding my pussy into hers.

  Releasing her wrists, I trail down her body, squeezing her breast as I cover her nipple with my mouth. The little point is so hard on my tongue, and my eyes roll into the back of my head. Fuck. My clit throbs—everything so hot. So soft. God, she’s soft.

  She starts to cry out, and I clamp my hand over her mouth, not breaking stride for one second as I kiss and suck, nibble and tug. Her body is a goddamn feast. She’s so perfect. The arches, the curves, the beautiful hair and mouth and…cunt.

  God, I want to taste her. The pulse between my legs beats like a drum, my thighs on fire.

  I dart my gaze over to see Krisjen turn onto her stomach, feeling Clay’s body tense underneath mine. Krisjen’s mouth falls open a little, and I hear the steady rhythm of her breathing continue.

  I take a mouthful of Clay, fisting her other breast and trying to keep my nails out of her flesh. I switch sides, eating up the other one as my palm glides up and down her body, touching, grabbing, savoring…

  “How do we do it?” she asks. “I need more. How…?”

  I lick her stomach, inching farther and farther down, my heart jackhammering like I’m having a heart attack at the thought of licking her for the first time. I don’t know if I can keep her quiet for that. I don’t know if I want to.

  Moving back up her body, I press my breasts into hers, holding her head in my hands as I grind between her legs. I don’t know why, but I like that she’s worried about them waking up. It’s not that Clay thinks she’s doing something bad that turns me on. It’s that she can’t stop herself. “We can do to each other anything a guy can do to us,” I whisper, repeating the same thing I said on the field. “I can be inside you.” I flick her ear with my tongue as I slide my hand down between our legs. “You can ride me.”

  And I find the little dip through the fabric of her shorts, pressing my fingers into her.

  “I can do anything you want me to,” I whisper.

  She stares up at me, the dim light piercing the clouds outside lighting up her face a little more, and then…she brushes her fingers down my body and holds my eyes as she pushes my shorts down, panties and all.

  “Don’t leave my body,” she says. “That’s all I want.”

  She closes her eyes, fists my hair, and pulls my head back down, kissing my neck as she yanks off my clothes with her other hand.

  Yes.

  I kiss her deep, dipping my tongue inside and tasting hers as I gently palm her breast. I slide off the rest of my clothes, leaving breathy, little kisses on her mouth, and keeping my body on hers just like she wants before I peel her shorts down.

  Her skin sticks to mine, everything already so hot.

  I slide my fingers between us, down inside her panties and inside her, and she gasps, her hands immediately diving down to cover herself.

  I hide my smile in her neck as I leave little kisses. I like that she’s shy. Like she would be with anyone.

  This is real for her.

  Gently, I pry her hands off as I nibble her ear. “Let go, Clay.”

  Her chest shakes, her breathing ragged. “I don’t want them to see.”

  “They won’t, baby.”

  It takes a moment, but she lets go, her hands falling away, and I slide down her body, her naked tits round and full, nipples pointing toward the ceiling.

  I stroke her first—the soft skin between her legs, the inside of her thighs, the nub inside.

  She whimpers, grabs onto me, and moves to close her legs, but I wrap my hand around her thigh, pressing my lips to her pussy.

  “Open your legs, Clay,” I whisper against her heat.

  She shudders, my breath tickling, and I watch her back arch again, so naked and beautiful and in plain sight if they wake up.

  “What do you want me to do?” I ask.

  I don’t want to take her. I want her to want it.

  I feel her fingers thread through my hair, fisting at my scalp. “Lick me,” she begs.

  She holds me tight, my scalp burning a little, but I don’t care.

  I slide my other hand under her ass, holding her in place, and pull her panties to the side, diving in for a kiss. My lips are on fire as I suck her into my mouth, sampling, tasting…

  And suddenly, I’m so hungry. Sweet and warm on my tongue, she moans as her body shakes. Her fists tighten and her breasts bob like Jell-O, and I can’t go slow anymore.

  Easing her into it, I kiss, nibble, and lick her skin, tugging it gently with my teeth. She relaxes, starts pressing me to her and rolling herself into my mouth, getting demanding like Clay is so good at doing when there’s something she wants.

  That’s my girl.

  She spreads her legs wider, opening up for me, her body rolling on the bed like a wave, and I can’t take my eyes off her. Dragging my tongue, I bring it up and down in smooth, long strokes, back and forth, again and again. Her body tenses, demanding more, and I pick up the pace before diving down onto her clit and sucking it so hard her head shoots off the pillow. She stares in fright at the other bed, convulsing as I suck, rub, circle, and tongue her clit, tugging it between my teeth every so often.

  Then, with my eyes cast up and savoring the euphoria of the expressions on her face, I slide my tongue into her cunt.

  She goes rigid, losing her fucking mind as she releases my hair and throws her arms above her head, gasping and arching.

  “Livvy…” She whimpers, and I move my tongue inside of her, rubbing her clit in circles with my thumb.

  I know, baby. I know.

  I flick my tongue over her clit. “I know you like it.”

  “Yes,” she cries, sounding so vulnerable.

  “You want me to keep going?”

  She nods. “Don’t stop.”

  “How long have you wanted your hands underneath my skirt, Collins? Tell me.”

  She grips my hair again, and I can tell by her breathing she’s about to come. “So long,” she pants. “I want to press you against the wall in every empty classroom and pull down your panties.”

  Heat pools in my belly, and I’m about to come too. Shit.

  But just then, an alarm sings from the bedside table, and my heart leaps into my throat.

  What?

  Clay freezes as a bright light suddenly flashes.

  WE JERK OUR heads, seeing someone’s cell light up and play a standard jingle.

  Shit.

  Amy whines, Krisjen yawns, and I see movement under the sheet. Oh, God. I flail, shoving her off me, and Krisjen sits up in bed, grabbing her phone as Liv and I pull the covers up over us. Her tank top lies between us, and I grab it, stuffing it under the covers.

  My blood still rushes hot, the pulse between my thighs hammering, and a cool sweat covers my body.

  Fuck. What time is it? I glance at the window, seeing light stream through, although the rain and thunder haven’t let up. Coach usually has us out of here by seven or eight. Is it time to get up already?

  Krisjen rises from the bed in the dark, and Amy stretches, kicking the covers down off her body.

  My mind races. What if they heard something? What if they saw?

  What if they plop on the bed and notice I’m fucking naked? Where are my clothes?

  I put my hand over my mouth, afraid they can hear my breathing, and I’m not sure if I’m scared or about to lose my mind at how good she felt.

  I just couldn’t stop.

  Krisjen looks down at us in the darkness, yawning. “Hey, you switch beds? Sorry, I’m a worm when I sleep.”

  I clear my throat, my mouth like sandpaper as I look over my shoulder at her. “Yeah, it’s okay,” I choke out, feigning grogginess. �
��Your alarm sucks, though. I think you woke up the entire eastern seaboard.”

  Amy snorts, and Krisjen makes some mocking sound, grabbing her hoodie off the bottom of the bed and pulling it on. “I’m a deep sleeper, too.”

  “So, we all have to suffer?” I grumble.

  Fingers find me under the covers, caressing me between my legs, and I suck in a breath, slapping Liv’s hand away and glaring at her.

  She grins that grin that always reminds me I’m not the one in control. Not really.

  “You’re so wet.” Her self-satisfied whisper is barely audible.

  I can feel it. God, I’m far from satisfied. Now I’m pissed.

  Krisjen sticks her feet into her Vans, loose hair frizzing around the messy bun on top of her head as she takes her phone and wallet. She crosses her arms over her chest and yawns again. “Going down to the Starbucks,” she says, making her way to the door. “I want the shower when I get back.”

  Liv slips her finger into her mouth, and I watch her as she wets it and slides it back down under the covers, fingering my cunt.

  I grab her hand, wanting to stop her, but she holds my eyes, and all I want in the world is to climb on and finish her.

  I hug the covers to my neck, my legs intertwining with hers in the dark room, and I ball my fists to keep from reaching for her.

  “You’re not getting away from me,” she mouths so softly only I can hear. “Because as soon as the lights come on, you’ll be Bitchie Cunterson again and clutch your pearls like I’m the one who’s corrupting you, and then you’ll go sleep with the dick just to prove you don’t like this.”

  I lick my lips, tasting the beads of sweat as she swirls circles, rubbing so soft and gentle between my legs. My eyelids flutter.

  “Cinnamon soy latte,” I gasp out to Krisjen. “Liv wants black.”

  “A-ffirmative.”

  Maybe if we give her a big enough order, she’ll take Amy with her.

  But then Amy shouts out, “And a chai tea latte! One pump of vanilla, one pump of hazelnut! And a croissant!”

  “Jesus Christ,” Krisjen barks. “I’m not y’all’s damn waitress.”