‘Wow! What a night it’s been.’
I think of myself pressed up against the wall, one leg thrown over Cash’s shoulder while he ate me like a starving man and how the whole world had fallen away then. Even now thinking about it makes my sex throb. I look up at myself in the mirror again. At my pink cheeks, my wild eyes, and feel a shaft of fear. This is not at all going according to plan.
‘Maybe it’ll be all right,’ I try to reassure myself. ‘Maybe this is the way it is meant to be.’
Avoiding my eyes I remove my make-up, brush my teeth, and use the toilet. My hair has died into a rat’s nest, so I brush the tangles out and braid it into one long plait down my back. Back in my room I slip on a pair of panties, pull a super-large T-shirt over my head, and sit on my bed. I open my drawer and take out Monstrosity and begin to write in it.
Dear Monstrosity,
Despite my best efforts, sadly, I have lost another battle. A big one. It is now one in the morning so I won’t go into the disgraceful and humiliating details of my defeat at his hands right now, but in the interest of truthfulness, three painful observations must be made:
It was an easy victory for the unscrupulous one, and …
The enemy being mad, devoid of reason, and cruel will almost certainly rub my nose in it and mock me at every chance he gets.
I am too weak to resist the enemy and it is clear now that the war will be lost. It may even be tomorrow!
On a brighter note, I think I found a friend in an unexpected place. I will tell you all about her tomorrow.
Goodnight, dear Monstrosity.
I lock my diary, put it back into my drawer, switch off my bedside lamp, and lie on the top of the duvet. The room is full of moonlight. It’s a hot night and I’m glad for the cool breezes that blow in through the open windows. The night must have exhausted me far more than I realized, because I fall asleep very quickly.
Tori
I am jerked awake suddenly.
A hard body is pressing against me. Seized by an unthinking panic, my immediate reaction is to kick and scream as loud as I can. I only have time to open my mouth before a large hand clamps down over it. In the silvery glow of the moon my fearful eyes collide with Cash’s beautiful ones. They seem bizarrely bright and as translucent as emeralds.
He places his index finger against his lips. ‘Shhh …’ he says, and as he sees realization come into my eyes he takes his hand away from my mouth.
‘You scared the shit out of me. What the hell are you doing here?’ I whisper fiercely.
‘Finishing what I started,’ he replies coolly.
‘So you just decided to jump me in my bed like some freaking prowler?’
‘Sorry,’ he says sounding not the least bit sorry. ‘But my cock couldn’t rest for thinking he missed out on all the action earlier.’
His shoulders are naked, the skin gleaming like burnished gold. My heart is still pounding like a drum, but the fear and panic have disappeared like a puff of hot breath on a cold night. As the exact nature of the situation hits my sleepy brain, my body tightens with excitement. Oh. My. God. He came for me. He came for me. Cash is in my bedroom. On my bed. I can hardly believe it. My most amazing most secret girlish fantasy has come true.
I gaze into his gorgeous eyes and all the logical, rational objections of why I shouldn’t fall away. I know I’m just another girl who is willing to get fucked by him, and maybe I will regret it. Maybe I will get hurt, maybe he will break my heart or scar me forever. Or maybe …
You know what?
Cancel all that bullshit internal dialogue.
I’m here. He’s here. He wants me. I want him. Call it plan B. Call it whatever you want. Who cares? I’ve waited this long. So what if he’s all the terrible things he is? Let me have my one night with him so I can put this endless longing and craving behind me, and carry on my merry way. I deserve this.
‘What the hell is he waiting for then?’
With wide eyes I watch him lift himself away from my body. Completely naked and his dick as hard as a rock and already sheathed, he kneels astride my thighs like some kind of avenging angel. The strong muscles of his thighs look bunched and powerful, and the golden hairs shine silver in the moonlight. It sends a thrill through my body just to look at him.
With one hand he pulls my upper body off the bed, and with his other he yanks my T-shirt smoothly over my head.
‘Your tits are fucking perfect,’ he growls, feasting his eyes hungrily on them.
He grabs my wrists roughly and holds them above my head.
For a few seconds more he stares down at the picture I make, my body stretched out, and my hands held high above my head. Then he swoops down and takes a nipple in his mouth.
I draw in a harsh breath.
He licks it gently, and when I moan he flicks his tongue back and forth over the hard tip. I arch into his mouth and he soaks it with saliva. Oh Jesus. He has no idea how many years I have waited to feel that. My breathing becomes heavy and erratic and my body starts to burn with need as he continues sucking. I move my head from side to side. I want to moan. I want to groan. I need to make some kind of sound, but I clench my teeth to keep myself silent.
Watching me through half-hooded lids, he bites down on my nipple.
My eyes fly open and an involuntary shocked gasp is torn from my throat.
With his gaze fixed on me he continues sucking until the needle sharp pain mingles with pleasure and takes on a different hue. It begins to ache and throb for more. I know I can’t stay silent for long.
I look at him with pleading eyes. ‘I’m going to make a sound and someone will hear.’ My voice is hoarse, unrecognizable.
‘I’ve got it covered, Wildcat,’ he says, and lifting his thighs away from my body he drags my panties down my legs. Balling them in his fist he stuffs them into my mouth. I cannot imagine what I must look like, my hands held together at the wrist high above my head and my mouth filled with my own panties, but something primal and possessive glitters in his eyes as he looks down at me.
‘Hold your position. I want to see your body submit’ he orders, as he lets go of my wrists.
Like a wild animal he licks my stuffed mouth, my face, my neck, my nipples, my belly button until my body feels as if it is on fire. Finally, he opens my thighs and lets his finger brush along my heated crack.
‘You’re dripping, Wildcat,’ he says, and swipes his tongue along the slick gash.
My hips writhe upward and my hands claw at the sheets while he expertly and mind-blowingly does what no one else has ever done to me: rolls my clit in his fingers. Then he places both his palms under the cheeks of my ass and lifts me up. He places his thumbs in the creases between my thighs and my body. Holding me as if I am half-a-coconut he worms his tongue into me.
The sensation is insane, but he follows it with something that supersedes everything else. He locks his hot wet mouth on my clit and sucks it real hard, making me throw my head back in pure ecstasy as my whole body begins to heave.
I wriggle and grind my sex into his face as he tightens his hold and inserts two fingers into me. I start purring like a frigging cat. The sucking just goes on and on while his fingers pump into me until my back arches, my teeth clench together, and my pussy gushes uncontrollably into his mouth. It fascinates and shocks me when I collapse back on the bed to realize that my hands are still obediently held over my head.
‘It’s time to feed pussy,’ he growls, and before I can even form any kind of coherent thought, he lays his hands on either side of me and drives his hips forward, impaling me completely.
I scream at the speed with which he drives his long, incredibly thick cock into me. Once buried deep inside me he goes completely still. Our eyes catch. Mine are widened and shocked and his are excited and glazed.
‘You’re so fucking tight,’ he snarls.
As my sex adjusts and tightens around the invading shaft, I revel in the sensation of being stuffed so full of Cash. It is like nothing I ha
ve known before. It is far, far better than any of my girlish dreams or even my most forbidden fantasies.
I am panting so harshly my body is heaving.
‘Relax,’ he orders, his big hands caressing and sending beautiful heat into my skin.
‘Go on. Don’t stop,’ I say, but it comes out as muffled, meaningless sounds.
‘Wrap your legs around me,’ he commands.
I obey, my hips lifting off the mattress.
With his eyes locked on mine he tears into me so hard it makes me cry out. He withdraws and when he is about halfway out he slams back in. I groan. He finds a steady pace. Pounding me so powerfully, the flesh of my entire body jiggles. It feels as if the whole bed is jumping and bouncing. Mewls of pleasure are escaping my mouth as I thrust my clit onto his hardness. Incredibly my entire body starts tightening once again as if I am about to climax! I dig my heel into his ass and cry out his name as my body shakes and spasms with release.
‘Go on, Wildcat. Cum all over my hard dick,’ he snarls, his eyes fevered as he pushes faster and faster into me.
The sensations exploding inside are intense and uncontrollable as his pelvis slaps my clit relentlessly. I feel my eyes roll back and my senses slip away. Gasping with pleasure I cling to him with my legs as my world breaks apart. The contractions go on and on until I lose muscle co-ordination.
My body convulses and vaguely I sense that I am being held, arched, and open, even as he continues ramming into me. Even after my orgasm has subsided, he keeps my exhausted body in the same position so I can feel the full thrust of his hardness against me. Then it’s his turn: he tips his head back and, with a low guttural roar, rams into me one last time and lets go.
My mind is still spinning from the intensity of my climax and my pussy is trembling when he lowers my hips to the bed. I do something I have never done. I moan in protest and claw at his hips to keep him locked onto my body so his cock doesn’t slip out. Resting on his elbows he pulls the saliva soaked knickers from my mouth.
‘I thought I was pretty impressive,’ he murmurs into my ear.
OMG! Cash’s cock is still inside me. ‘Really? I’ve seen more action at basket-weaving classes.’
He laughs quietly. The sound low and washing over me like waves. ‘Damn girl, you’re hard to please. You came so hard it felt like someone detonated a bomb in your pussy.’
‘I need a bath,’ I say, and start rolling away from him.
He grasps my shoulder, rolls me onto my back, and smirks cheekily. ‘Don’t bother. I’m the type of dirty that doesn’t wash off, Wildcat.’
I stare up into his eyes. ‘I can’t believe I had sex with you.’
‘If it’s any consolation you didn’t stand a fucking chance. From the moment I saw you, I knew I wasn’t stopping until you were mine.’
A warm thrill tingles through my spine and my heart thuds loudly against my ribs and I can’t think of a single comeback, so I just roll my eyes and pretend like I don’t care.
He springs off the bed, takes the condom off, and starts pulling his jeans on. I watch him with disbelief. That’s it. He’s leaving just like that. All kinds of crazy thoughts and scenarios run through my head at the speed of light.
In that instant I decide that yes, he’s had my body, but I’ll never let him see how crazy mad I am about him. He’ll never know that his casual rejection hurts like the stab of a knife. He wants to go, fine, I’ll just say, bye, and turn over as if he means as little to me as I do to him.
At least in this way I will leave his father’s house with my pride intact. He will never know I stalked him for years or that my appearance in this house is not a random act of fate.
But as I make my plans he turns to me, holds his hand out, and says, ‘Come on.’
Tori
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I get up on my elbows. ‘Where to?’
‘Up to the roof.’
I cock my head to one side. ‘Is this British humor at its best, or are you talking in code?’
He shakes his head in mock wonder. ‘Unless my cock is inside you, you find it hard to simply obey instructions, don’t you?’
‘Watch it, lover boy. You’re straying into dangerous territory there,’ I warn.
‘I like living dangerously,’ he says, shrugging into his shirt and doing up a couple of buttons.
‘Are you serious about going up to the roof?’ I ask.
‘Of course.’
‘Why do you want us to go up there?’
‘The better to push you off when you give me sass,’ he says with a deep growl.
‘Ha, fucking ha.’
‘Have you never been up there?’ he asks curiously.
‘Of course, I haven’t. I’m like other human beings. I tend to spend my time under roofs and not on them.’
‘Come on,’ he urges putting on his shoes. ‘You’ll like it. It’s good up there. I’ll show you my ultra, super-secret hiding spot when I was a boy.’
For a few seconds I look at him half-undecided, then I jump out of bed, and slip my T-shirt back over my head.
‘I never thought I’d ever say this, but you need to wear some pants, girl.’
I grin at him. ‘There’s hope for you yet,’ I say, and pull on a pair of jeans.
‘Ready?’ he asks.
I nod.
He opens the door and we pad noiselessly along the corridor to the narrow steps that lead up to the attic. The stairs creak and I freeze. Cash winks at me.
‘Relax, you need to swing a bat into my father’s head to wake him up.’
I giggle softly at the thought of mild mannered Mr. Hunter sleeping one floor below us.
In the attic there is a desk, a couple of cupboards and black bin bags of old toys that Britney hasn’t the heart to part with. Quietly, Cash pushes the desk so it is under the sash window. He opens the window and, placing his hands on either side of the frame, hauls himself up and scrambles onto the roof. I climb on the desk and Cash offers his hand. I hesitate. The roof looks pretty steep from the ground and we are three floors up.
‘Are you sure this is safe?’
‘Don’t worry we won’t be having sex up here. At least not this time around.’
‘Will you give it a rest for just a few minutes,’ I grumble.
‘It’s you. You bring out the horny beast in me. Every time I see you all I want to do is fuck you senseless.’
‘What if the tiles break?’ I ask worriedly.
‘It’s perfectly safe. Watch,’ he says and jumps about, making a horrible rattling noise.
‘Whoa, are you crazy?’ I whisper urgently.
‘Good quality tiles can last at least a hundred years. These tiles are only fifteen years old.’ He stomps his feet in a tight circle. ‘See.’
‘OK, OK,’ I concede quickly. ‘Just … please … don’t do that anymore.’
Flushing all over with a strange excitement, I put my hand into his. I’m not sure whether it’s because I could easily end up an unrecognizable splat on a London sidewalk, or because I’m with Cash finding out something about him which is not on ILoveCash.com.
Effortlessly, he hauls me up and suddenly I am on the roof and so close to his body I feel the heat coming off it. The night is colder than I thought.
‘I gotcha,’ he whispers, his breath hot and damp against my cheek.
I grip his hand nervously as he leads me a couple of steps up towards the chimney. The edges almost make for a seat and we sit side by side, our bodies touching. The tiles are rough and cold under my butt. From the corner of my eyes I can see just how far away the ground is. From up here the pavement looks very hard.
I turn my head and he holds out a flat silver box with the cover open. Inside are hand-rolled cigarettes. ‘It’s good weed,’ he says.
‘I don’t smoke.’
I watch him extract a joint and, cupping his hands around it, light it with a cigarette lighter. He draws deeply making the tip burn orangey red. Then he throw
s his head back and exhales the smoke. I watch the pleasure it gives him. He takes another draw and turns his head to look at me. Embarrassed to be caught watching him so intently, I let my eyes slide away to the night sky, full of stars and a nearly full moon.
‘It’s beautiful here,’ I say softly.
‘Yeah, I used to come up here all the time when I was a kid.’
I turn to look at him. He is staring at a far away dot in the horizon. He looks nothing like the playboy celebrity.
‘Yeah?’
‘Uh huh. My balls dropped early so I used to come here with my smokes and a dirty magazine to lie here, look up at the stars and dream of becoming rich and famous.’
‘And now you’re rich and famous.’
An odd expression crosses his face. ‘Yeah. Now I’m rich and famous.’
‘What’s wrong?’
He shakes his head. ‘The grass is always greener on the other side. Maybe it’s not what I thought it was going to be.’
‘What did you think it was going to be?’
‘I thought it would be more satisfying.’
I nibble at my bottom lip. ‘How can it not be satisfying? You are leading the life that most men would kill for.’
For a moment he is silent as he flicks ash from the end of his cigarette and takes another lungful of warm smoke. ‘I’m not making the kind of music I want to make.’
I stare at him and he stares back. ‘Tell me truthfully do you like my music, Tori?’
I shrug. ‘I guess nobody can have everything.’
His face shutters. ‘I guess not.’
I hold my hand out, my fingers pinched, and he slips his cigarette between my fingers. I take a drag. Wow! It’s been a long time since I smoked this stuff. He’s right. It’s good. I exhale and close my eyes.
‘What kind of music do you want to make?’ I say, and inhale again. Already I feel less uptight. More relaxed. I think I really like this guy.
He takes his phone out of his pocket and scrolling through it finds the music he wants me to listen to.
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