"Hold still! You're not going anywhere until I'm done. Why not enjoy it?"
My hands gripped the fork in my hand a little too tight. I wanted release, relief, and the only way to get it would be at her mercy. I breathed through the ache, taking a bite of the food. The taste of it was lost on my tongue. I began to count. 1....I watched the way her mouth wrapped around her spoon. 2...admired the goosebumps that spread across her exposed arms. 3...focused on the rise of her chest as she moaned unconsciously. 4...salivated at the appearance of her wicked tongue swiping across her lips.
The numbers faded with my obsession over her. I had to hold back my own moans through her meal and suppress a chuckle when she practically licked her peach cobbler plate clean.
When she got up to rinse her dishes, I took the opportunity to come up behind her unexpectedly, taking the element of surprise. Silent steps to not scare my prey. I heard her breathing hitch when I pressed my hands into the counter at her sides and closed the space between us. She stopped breathing all together when my very hard cock rested on her barely covered ass in the dip between her cheeks. Always those same shorts and tank top. Didn't she ever get cold?
"Don't you ever get cold?" I said, voicing my thought, as the plate slipped from her hand and clattered in the sink. It didn't break, but hopefully she would.
I let my lips roam across her shoulder, nuzzling her fiery red hair to the side. She arched back into me, her body always so responsive, and I knew in that moment that I would win. I was all at once ashamed and excited by the thought. I let my tongue follow the same path my lips had made while placing a hand on her stomach. The smell of her was intoxicating, her taste sweeter than the cobbler that lingered on my tongue. All I felt now was need, my only thought was to drown in her. My hand slid slowly up her skin, under that wretched fabric until I reached a pebbled nipple.
"So, you do get cold," I whispered the words into her ear as I brushed my thumb across the tight peak. "I could warm you up."
A deep, guttural moan escaped her that sent a rush of desire through my body and pressed against the darkness that lingered there. I worked my other hand down into the front of those damn shorts. My fingertips brushed smooth skin. So smooth. Surely, she wasn't so opposed to my affection if she was that smooth. Unless she was expecting someone else to touch her. The monster in me, the one in that dark chasm of my soul, screamed at the thought. Jealousy, white hot. I pushed it away as I let my fingers separate to slide along her lips and ghost past her clit. Let her suffer a bit.
"My god, you must be freezing. There's nothing here to keep you warm," I said, lingering there for a second, letting her shudder under my hand, before gliding my middle finger from the bottom of her slit slowly, so slowly, up. "And you're so empty too."
She whimpered under me, her breath coming out in short bursts.
"I could fill you." I teased her entrance with the tip of my finger, playing in the arousal that was seeping out of her more and more as I pet her. "You could be warm...and wet...and full."
"Oh god," she cried out, her hands finding the edge of the counter, she gripped the granite tightly and I felt her thighs clench.
"First with my fingers," I said, pressing my middle finger all the way inside where it was wet and aching. "Then with my tongue." I pinched her nipple and captured her earlobe in my mouth for a brief instant. She swore. "And finally, I could fill you up with my cock. Bury myself deep inside of you."
I pressed her into the counter, effectively pinning her between my hand and my dick.
"It's so hard for you, Avery. Only for you. Say yes," I begged, pushing my thumb against her swollen clit, the spot I had avoided until this very moment. I felt her walls tighten around me in excitement. Her head fell back on my shoulder as she let out a cry of desire. "Please say yes."
I had no shame at that moment. I wasn't above begging if that's what I had to do. I would get onto the kitchen floor on my knees and clutch onto her like the desperate man that I was. The night would end with her pleasure and mine. It just had to; my black soul could not bear to think otherwise.
Chapter 24
Avery- Present
My brain was liquid. I couldn't think with him begging in my ear, with his fingers working on my aching cunt and his dick pinning me in place. There were a million reasons I should have said no, but I found myself forming an entirely different word on my lips.
"Yes," I said with a sigh.
"Yes what?" He teased, adding another finger into me as he rubbed my clit in slow, torturous circles. He'd ignored it at first, letting it swell and throb. The feel now was sweet agony.
"Yes, Sir."
That word, it awakened something in him, and I admittedly liked it more than I should. I liked the way it made me feel...powerful.
"That's a good pet."
Those slow, shallow thrusts of his fingers became deep meaningful thrusts, and those circles were just a little faster, a little more wonderful. I could feel my arousal coating him and leaking onto my lips, my thighs. I was soaking. I didn't think that I had ever been so wet, so desperate for the orgasm that was slowly building in my belly.
"You're such a good girl. So warm for me." He placed wet kisses where my neck met my shoulders and his hand on my breast kneaded me, tugging lightly on my hard nipple. "So wet and ready for me to fuck you."
Light flashed behind my eyelids and I trembled with every movement, my body threatening to fold underneath me. He curled his fingers inside me, never losing that sweet rhythm with his thumb and incoherent words tumbled from my mouth in quick succession as I neared the edge of my climax.
"I want you to cum, Avery," he said the words, and he meant them. I could feel how much he meant them, and his need made my insides feel so incredibly tight. "I want you to cum so I can clean you with my tongue."
I slipped over the edge at the image that flashed in my mind of that beautiful face between my legs. The same legs that shook beneath me as I came. His arms were the only thing that stopped me from collapsing onto the cold tile. He didn't even give me time to breathe, time to come to my senses, to recover, before slipping his hands free and lifting me in his arms. My lungs fought for air as he carried me to my room and placed me gently on my bed. Lips met lips in a hot kiss that tasted of peaches and ice cream. My head was spinning, my chest panting as hands squeezed and pulled and tore me free of my clothes.
I was still coming down and already he was building me back up, his hand ghosting on my inner thigh. I cried into his mouth, my hands moving across him in a frenzy, pulling clothes so my nails could find purchase on his skin. He released a growl into me, vibrating my lips when my nails made contact. I knew how much he liked the pain and my god, it felt so good to be the cause of that sound. Between one blink and the next there was no longer a barrier, just hot skin on skin as he worked himself down my body with soft, reverent kisses.
"Just as good as I remember," he murmured against my breasts, the coarse hair of his short beard tickling my skin when he captured a nipple with his wet mouth. I bucked beneath him, pressing up into him with wild abandon. He simply chuckled at my desperation, his hands coming to my hips to press them back down into the mattress. "So impatient."
I moaned at his gentle chiding and my hands nestled into his dark hair while he suckled me until he finally released my nipple with a quiet sigh, continuing his journey down my body. He moved with a purpose, but at a pace that was driving me absolutely out of my mind. I wanted what he had promised me.
"I thought you agreed to lick me clean?" I said, huffing out words between heavy breaths. "I'm still so dirty, Sir."
His brilliant blue eyes looked up at me with a sparkle, his fingers clutching my hips in a tight hold.
"Oh, I will, but I happen to be enjoying myself."
Silky lips touched the spot just below my navel.
"Besides, I want you to be filthy."
A kiss at the top of my mound.
"I want you to be-" His mouth brushed the crease between my pus
sy and my thigh. "So indecently wet that I can smell you on my face tomorrow, that I taste you on my lips for days." He groaned into my heated entrance and his tongue reached out to taste me, a single flick that caused my hips to buck, fighting against his vice grip. "I want to drown myself in you."
He dove into me with a satisfied grunt and my body was on fire, my skin melting on my bones. The sounds he made as he feasted on my clit were enough to make a grown woman cry. I'd never known that it could feel like this, that I could be consumed so entirely by a man. His hands wouldn't let me move as my insides formed that tight familiar knot again. I wanted to scream. I wanted to scream and cry, and I wanted to cum.
"Don't stop-, god-, please don't stop."
He looked up at me without changing pace or movement. The look in his eyes was pure hunger. He egged me on with that look. It was a plea and a command all wrapped into one. I felt just the edge of his teeth as he sucked my clit into his mouth and that's all it took. His hands anchored me in place firmly and I yelled into the moonlit room. Wave after wave of sweet relief made my body quake long after the orgasm wore off. He never stopped, only moved his tongue strokes to my lips and thighs. He did in fact clean me and it was only when my hands yanked him up by his hair that he licked his own lips.
"Clean enough for you?" He asked, nestling himself between my legs on his knees.
I pulled him to my mouth by his hair so I could taste myself on him- sweet and tangy. I let out a moan. I loved that taste and I loved that his cock slid against my aching clit vigorously at my reaction to my own flavor. He fought the yanking of his hair, hissing when my hands could no longer keep their hold. He leaned back. I could make out the raven in the moonlight and my nails slid across his chest. I was sure it hurt. I dug in hard enough that it would.
"If you keep doing that I'm going to cum and I don't want to yet," he said, vulnerable and quiet. He wanted to drag it out like he had in the living room. I'd never known a man who was so into extending his time. Edging. I think that's what it was called. I hadn't had the patience before, wanting so badly to bring him to orgasm, knowing most men just wanted the release, but not Garrett. Garrett wanted to drag out every excruciatingly intense moment. I could give that to him. I'd already cum twice. This would be for both of us.
My fingers traced the outline of the raven, soft for a few moments, then rough with nails. With every brush across his chest, he dragged his cock along my center. My hands slid from his chest to his throat. I gave it a slight squeeze and his eyes rolled back.
"Harder, Avery. I want you to hurt me."
A wish breathed into reality. My nails pressed into his jugular as I squeezed from the sides. Blood supply, not airway. No man had ever been so vocal with me. I loved it. My thighs shook with anticipation when he finally eased forward, and I felt the tip of him push inside me. The way he stretched me was...unworldly. I lost my concentration; I lost my sanity. My hands fell from his throat and raked his chest. Even in the darkness I could see the trail of blood.
"Holy fuck," he cried out, thrusting inside me to the hilt. I moaned deeply as he filled me and it only grew into a string of curses when he started to move, reaching between us to stroke my clit with his thumb. It was so swollen now and sore, but already I could feel myself climbing again. "I think you like making me bleed, Pet."
Pet. Images of the night at the party raced through my mind. The good parts. The parts where I felt the yank of the choker and the cold metal on my hot neck.
"I do. I like breaking you," I admitted. My hands wrapped into his hair and I drug him down to my level. The sound he released was inhumane. "And I'm damn good at it, Sir."
I bit into his lip, hard enough to make him begin to move with purpose, his thumb gently rubbing that aching nub. I didn't even notice his other hand reaching between us until it latched onto my chin and my mouth fell open, my hands fell to my side. His fingers slid into my mouth, stretching my cheeks, and I bit down.
"Yes!" He screamed; his head thrown back at the feel of my teeth. "Do you want me to cum, Pet?"
I gave a nod, unable to speak with my mouth full, my drool leaking onto his fingers. His thrusts went from purposeful to frantic and my arms wrapped around him. I clawed at him with every meaningful thrust, feeling the orgasm peaking from his skillful thumb. His back was slick and I wasn't sure if it was sweat or blood. Everything was drenched. His fingers, my cunt, his cock, my hands. He said he had wanted to drown and that's what was happening. We were drowning together. He pinched my clit and I surfaced from the water. The only sound I could make was a grunt against his fingers as I came.
He wasn't far behind, the promise to fill me was fulfilled as he shouted out my name, but he didn't move, didn't try to escape me after he panted and twitched. Instead he let me hold him, his arms wrapping tightly around me to draw me in close. He nestled his head into my neck. I wasn't sure, but I thought I could feel him shudder, fresh wetness leaking onto my skin, but surely I imagined it in my post orgasm high. I imagined tears as I drifted in his hold into a deep sleep.
Chapter 25
Garrett- Present
Avery mumbled in her sleep by the time I released her. I was glad for that. I didn't want her to see me like this, sobbing quietly like a child. I was thoroughly destroyed in the best kind of way. While Avery slept I lived off the high of relief. I wanted to enjoy every fucking second of it. The stinging on my chest and back, the light feeling that coasted through my entire body. My body was satiated, my soul buzzing. It was as good as any drug I'd ever had.
When the silent tears of release ceased I laid back in the bed and watched the shadows move across the room, enjoying the loss of the ache that lived in my chest. I took in every detail of Avery's room that I could see in the moonlight. The photos of her parents in the mirror above her dresser, her work laptop with stickers of stupid memes, a poster of that guy from the old show Inflictions on her wall, her dark green sweater on the back of her chair, the stereo in the corner that played that music that soothed me to sleep every night. I knew that I should head back to my room, that I shouldn't lay there as she slept, but it felt too good. Being surrounded by her was comforting. I could smell her in the air, feel her breathing next to me in sleep. There was something about being there that calmed me, as soothing as the music that she played at night, better even.
My eyes fell on the books that lined her shelves that took over the whole wall that the bed pushed up against. The shelves were so full that books were stacked in every direction chaotically. I could make out some of their titles. One in particular stood out. The Giver. It looked extremely worn, a truly loved book. I remembered when we had talked about it. I hadn't lied to Avery. It was one of the only books I had read and enjoyed.
I carefully reached over her to grab the book. I could just barely make out the words. I cracked open the cover and read. I read until the sun started to peek through the window and to the last line. But perhaps it was only an echo...the music that Jonas had heard. An echo of an old life. I knew what that was like. To live two completely different lives. To leave one to protect a brother.
"Where are we going to go?" Chris looked up at me, his eyes wet with tears.
"I don't know, but we'll go together. I'll take care of you." I said, wrapping my arms around him tighter, ignoring the smell that lingered in the air. "I'll always take care of you."
"Hey." Avery's soft, sleepy voice broke me from my thoughts and just in time. I gave her a small smile as she reached sleepily for the book on my chest. "Did you stay up all night reading? Aren't you tired?"
I shrugged, unwilling to explain that it's the best I had felt since I'd been sober. It would have been a shame to waste that time by sleeping. The high was going to wear off sometime over the day though. The fact that the memories were already starting made that obvious. They would only get worse as the day progressed. Maybe Avery wasn't opposed to a little fun in the morning. No. That wasn't a good idea. It wasn't even good that I was still in her bed right now. That'
s how I would end up screwing this up. The last thing I needed was John kicking me out the moment he got home. I didn't want her getting the wrong idea. Sex with Avery was amazing, but that's all it could be. Sex. Not late-night cuddles or shared books or anything else. Just sex.
"I'm going to go get some sleep." I said, handing her back the book.
Her eyes trailed down as I stood. I was still stark naked and the look she gave me almost stopped me. I could drag this out a bit if I played my cards right. I ignored my dick and crawled back into my own bed, glad for the weekend and a day of reprieve. Just as I was drifting to sleep, I heard the music drifting in from Avery's room, soft and comforting, though not as much as her skin. Later, I told myself. Later.
For the first time in a very long time my sleep was dreamless. I woke up feeling well rested and not covered in sweat for a change. Avery's music was still on, though I doubted she was still asleep. Probably putting in some extra hours with work. The sky outside my window was slowly darkening, the sun barely shining down through the windows and through the wide expanse of trees that stretched out for at least a mile. That would mean it was late and I probably missed the visit to go see John. I felt a twinge of guilt at the thought. I'd been too tired to visit him because I had stayed up last night after thoroughly fucking his daughter. Jeez. That sounded so awful.
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