The Dark Knight [Part One]

by L. F. Piper

  We're both still heaving for breaths when she pushes at my chest and I roll off her. What? I don't want to fucking kill her. Yet. Don't take that move as me being nice or gentlemanly.

  “I think you broke my vagina, asshole,” Emilia grunts out, just about controlling her breathing now. She’s still pissed at me, but I laugh anyway.

  I take the condom off my semi-hard cock and knot the end before tossing it over the edge of the bed and hearing the heavy thud of it landing on the floor. “It better not be broken,” her pussy and that condom. No way I want to be cleaning that mess up in the morning. “I'm even close to being done with you.” I lean over her body and reach for my cigarette pack on the bedside table. I pass one to her, light my own and then hers. We smoke silently into the pitch-black room.

  “Why did you do what you did earlier, Caleb?” She whispers. I know she means why did I spend the whole night with my hands all over and inside Anya. I did it because I didn't want her to think I was being soft with her after the episode in the shower this evening. I don't want her to think of me as a good guy. I'm a cunt and she better remember it. I don’t even fully understand it myself yet.

  “Because I can, Doll.” With no real explanation to give her, I stub my out my cigarette end and roll over. “You ever touch another guy again, I’ll break his face and mail you his fucking balls,” and with that I pass the fuck out.

  I found out last night that I sleep like a baby when her body is next to mine.

  She chases the nightmares away.

  ***

  I wake up before Emilia, feeling fresh as a fucking daisy considering the late night and all the hard liquor I consumed. It probably has something to do with the sweet pussy I had before I fell asleep, and I know damn well it was because this girl slept next to me.

  I lean over to make sure she's still asleep and slide slowly down the king bed. We don't have too long before I need to have her out of it; Rachael will be over in a couple of hours.

  I fit myself between Emilia's tanned legs and snake my tongue out to steal a taste of her pussy. She's so sweet and fresh, all the time. She stirs but still doesn't wake. I'm already painfully hard, but I keep going. I lick and suck and flick for a full five minutes before Emilia eventually opens her big green eyes. She squints down at me, groans and flops her head back into the pillow comically. Whether she was dreaming it was someone else working their tongue on her swollen clit or she's just pissed that it's my mouth, I don't know. I want to laugh, but I'm too focused on the job at hand. I push two fingers inside her and pump continuously until I feel her walls tightening around them.

  “Fuck, Caleb. Ooohh...” I pull away from her and her eyes shoot open instantly. I grab a foil packet, rip it open with my teeth and wrap my dick in record time. I push into her slowly for a change and after a few thrusts, pick up my speed. It's not long before Emilia is wailing, I'm grunting, we're both sweating, and the bedframe is scraping across the floor.

  I come first, but while I'm prolonging my orgasm, Emilia follows suit, milking me dry as always. I don't say anything to her, I just pull out and stand up. Before I head to the bathroom, I grab the used condoms and pull my boxers on. By the time I'm finished in the bathroom, Emilia is up, smoking by the lounge window. “I need to take you home soon. Make sure you're ready to go in one hour.” She puts out her cigarette and nods, walking right by me and down the hallway to get ready.

  Ellis walks into the kitchen not two minutes later, Kaydee trailing closely behind him.

  “Jesus, you both look like fucking shit,” I state when I catch sight of them. They look like they slept rough last night and Kaydee's hair looks like she's been dragged through the streets, by her ankles. I can't help but laugh at her, although I know she'll be embarrassed. Who fucking cares? Not me.

  “Yeah, we partied hard last night. Even after the party ended, if you know what I mean?” Ellis tells me and winks at Kaydee, making her blush scarlet. I know exactly what he means, because I heard the party they had myself.

  “Kaydee is quite the party animal.” I smirk at her and she looks like she might die, right here in my kitchen. “We need to leave soon. Make sure you're ready.” I pointedly stare at her and she scurries away, probably thankful that I gave her an out. I look at the clock on the wall at note that it's nine-twenty.

  “What time is Rachael stopping by? The usual?”

  “Yeah, sometime between half ten and eleven.”

  We do a quick mad dash around the apartment, disposing of any condoms that are dotted around. That's the last thing I want Rachael to find. She tried her best to bring me up as a well-mannered good boy.

  She failed, we all know that, but I still like to give her the illusion that I am just that – a well-mannered good boy.

  I find four rubbers and Ellis has five. These people are fucking filthy. Granted, I may leave mine on the floor, but this is my fucking place. I wonder how those fuckers would feel if I started dropping mine all around their homes. Fucking jerks.

  ***

  I drive the girls to the same corner that we picked them up from yesterday afternoon and Ellis and I step out of the car to let the girls out.

  Emilia has pinned her hair on top of her head in some weird bun looking thing, she obviously couldn't be bothered to wash it before we left, but she has put her makeup on. I don't know why girls bother. Dudes don’t give a fuck. She's also wearing those damn shorts that nearly got Lance Hands-low killed. Thank God she's only walking down the street. How much trouble can she get into in less than five minutes? I don't even want to think about it.

  Ellis is making out with Kaydee against the side of my car, Emilia and I are on the other side. “Stay out of trouble, Doll.” I don't give her chance to respond. I grab the back of her neck and pull her towards me, shoving my tongue into her warm, welcoming mouth. I grind my hard-on into her stomach and squeeze her ass tightly. When I pull away from her, she starts to walk away from me.

  Somehow, Ellis and I have timed it perfectly. We smack the girl's butts hard as they step away from the car together, an instant handprint shows on Emilia's cheek. Kaydee yelps, but Emilia turns around, giving me her death glare and flipping the bird. It gets me so hard.

  Grabbing her arm, the one wielding the offending middle finger, Kaydee drags her away before I can really hurt her; for giving me the attitude we both know was about to spew out of her dirty little mouth. I smirk at her and jump back into my car, speeding back to my place with Ellis sat next to me.

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN

  Emilia

  He grips my head as tight as a vice

  I manage to make it to my front door without getting into any trouble. I have no idea what Caleb meant by that and I don’t care, I just roll my eyes and head inside.

  I slam the door behind me, calling out, “I'm home!” to anyone that might be listening.

  “Hi, sweetie. You're back early,” my mum shouts from the kitchen. I can only just hear her over the noise of crashing pots and pans. She obviously preparing dinner. It's probably too warm to be eating a Sunday Roast, but my mum's roast potatoes are to die for. We did this every week back in the UK and it's something I’m not willing to stop, just because we aren't there anymore.

  “I've got some homework to do. I'll be upstairs.” I have no idea if she hears me because all I hear is her cursing. My mother is a damn good cook, but my God, she fucking works for it. Nothing is ever simple in our kitchen.

  I stop at the top of the stairs and say hi to my dad. He's in his office, working. What else would he be doing?

  “Hey, buddy. What'cha doing?” I ask when I look through Dylan’s door afterwards. I'm not sorry to say that I've missed my little guy this weekend.

  Fucking Caleb.

  “Hi, Em. Mum got me a new game for my PlayStation. You want to play with me? It's racing cars.” He doesn't even look at me while he talks, continuing to play. His body is turning in time with the pixilated car on the TV screen, his tongue poking out in concentration. It makes me lau
gh.

  “I've got some homework to do first, but how about later?” I feel terrible for letting him down again after telling him yesterday that we could hang out.

  “Sure. You know I'll beat you, though.” He's wearing a devilish little smile as he speaks the truth.

  “You wish,” I jest as I pull his door closed and walk down the hallway to my bedroom.

  I drop my bag, kick off my trainers and strip down to my underwear. I fall onto my bed and just look blankly at the ceiling for a minute. What is happening to my life? I don't have chance to think on it for long. My phone starts ringing and Phoebe’s face is flashing all over the screen. I don't think about putting any clothes on, answering straight away. “Oh my God, I've missed you so much! How are you?” I forgo any pleasantries, I just dive right in.

  “Are you naked? Emilia, Jack is sat right next to me! Babe, go away. Now! No, she doesn't want to see you. Leave!” I laugh as she kicks her boyfriend out of her bedroom. I know Jack doesn't like me like that, they’re always winding each other up every chance they get. They are so madly in love, it makes me feel sick. He's a great guy, though and they make each other really happy.

  “No, I'm not naked, Phoebe. I just got home from a sleepover, but it's so fucking hot here, I stripped down and then ten seconds later, you called. How is everything? Jack? School?”

  “Ugh, school sucks. Without you it’s even worse. Don't worry, I haven't found a new best friend yet. Jack is Jack, still perving on my friends,” she growls. “What about you? How is school over there?” I laugh at her description of Jack because it's so accurate. He will do whatever he can to get a rise out of Phoebe, she doesn’t even try not to bite.

  “School is school. Nothing to really report from this end. I haven't found a new best friend either, but there is one girl that I've gotten quite close with. She's the only person here who didn't decide she hated me on sight. Her name is Kaydee and she is super shy, like honestly, she blushes at everything. It's quite amusing actually. I think I'm starting to wear off on her a little, though. I hope her parents won't hate me!”

  “Poor girl. You've probably scarred her for life. Oh, by the way, I know it's not another week until your birthday, but I posted a parcel for you yesterday. I don't really know how long mail takes to travel around the world, but I wanted to make sure it got to you on time. If it arrives early, promise me there will be no peeking.” I promise her that I won’t, and we talk for another thirty minutes before I decide I need to hang up. I have things I really need to do, but vow to either call Phoebe again later or text her first thing in the morning.

  Before I start on my homework, which could potentially take me about six bloody weeks, I pull a robe on and head back downstairs. I grab a can of pop from the fridge and swipe a few carrots that mum has left chopped up on the board.

  “How was your evening, Em?” Mum has her back to me, but she can hear me crunching and chomping and knows full well it wouldn't be my dad or brother.

  “Good, thanks. What did you get up to?” I say through a mouthful of raw vegetable. She's about to dive into a conversation that I just know will be at least an hour long. I do not have time for this, I think to myself, but before she can breathe her first word, the doorbell chimes. I let out a sigh of relief as she scurries away to answer it and hear her call Dylan downstairs.

  I walk out the kitchen and into the garden to have a quick cigarette and think about which worksheet I'm going to tackle first.

  Tough choice.

  Algebra, English or Natural Science?

  None of them?

  I stub out my end, release a string of curse words and make my way back upstairs.

  ***

  The next time I look anywhere, but at the homework spread all over my desk, is when I receive a text.

  Kaydee: Do you want a ride to school tomorrow? I am so tired, I'm heading to bed early. Ellis has drained me this weekend :( x

  She told me earlier that she did sleep with him last night, more than once. I didn’t want that for her, but it’s not my business. At least Ellis is actually single, unlike Caleb. I ping a quick reply before starting my final worksheet.

  Emilia: Sure, if you don't mind? I'm pooped, but I'm still doing Algebra! I'll meet you outside my house at 8:30 x

  I put my phone back down and pick my pen back up. My phone chimes again, but I ignore it.

  An hour and a half later and I'm finally done. My hand is cramping, my stomach is rumbling, and my eyes are starting to cross. I read the text from Kaydee earlier, confirming she would be here at eight-thirty, which means I don't have to get up at the ass-crack of dawn, thank fuck.

  As I check my watch for the time – half past five – my dad calls me downstairs for dinner. At that, my stomach growls horrendously loud and I try to rub the ache away. I didn't have any breakfast or lunch. In fact, thanks to Caleb, my eating has been all over the place this weekend.

  I squeeze into some yoga leggings, what I'm guessing is one of my dad's t-shirts that I've somehow acquired, and quickly place my worksheets in my shoulder bag. I pick up my phone, switch my light off and close my door before heading downstairs for some much needed grub.

  I chat with my family for an hour while we stuff our faces, filling up on the best kind of food. I lie, telling them how much fun I had sleeping over at Kaydee's and Dylan chimes in with how much fun he has had on his new video game. Mum fills us in on all the gossip she has gotten from our neighbours and dad says he has just been working mostly. We chill out and relax for a little while longer, letting our dinner digest, until I excuse myself from the table. “I'm just going in the garden, but do you need some help clearing up when I'm finished, mum?” I blatantly yawn in her face, I can't help it. I’m exhausted and I still need to have a shower and get my books ready for school tomorrow.

  “No, sweetie. That's fine. You look like you could use an early night.” I smile thanks at her and make my way around the table, kissing my parents and fluffing Dylan's hair. I say goodnight now because I know they're all going to be scattered around by the time I come back inside and I'm too tired to chase them all over.

  I sit down at the patio table and watch all the twinkling fairy lights my mum has spread out around the garden. While I smoke my cigarette, I text Phoebe.

  Emilia: Sorry, babe. It's been a stupidly long day. Text me when you wake up? Love you loads xo

  I know she will be asleep right now. It's like, one in the morning back home, or something. Instead of waiting for a text that isn’t going to come, I flick through my Facebook account for ten minutes. I barely see anything because my eyes are watering from my yawning so much, so I put my cigarette out and make my way back inside. After I lock the back door behind me, I go straight upstairs to my bedroom. I lose every item of clothing when I’ve closed the door behind me and then switch on the lamp. I spin around when I hear something and see fucking Caleb stood by my door. “What the hell are you doing in here? You need to leave, right now. How the fuck did you even get in?” I whisper hiss. I'm past hiding my naked body from Caleb's eyes, he's seen me every which way already. Me standing naked in front of him is nothing new.

  He stalks towards me and pushes me towards my bathroom. “Thought I'd come over and make sure you weren't getting into any trouble. Looks like I'm just in time for a shower.” He flicks the taps and, while the water is heating up, removes every layer of clothing from his toned body, leaving them in a heap on the floor. I can't help myself, I look all over him. He has some small scars here and there, but nothing could ever ruin this unbelievable view.

  His body is filled with an array of art. Pictures and words cover his tanned skin, but it’s his piercings that are drawing my attention in this moment, and I lean forward to take his right nipple into my hungry mouth. He hisses out a breath but doesn't push me away. I smooth my hands down over his rough and rugged skin and snake one hand around his narrow hip to reach his toned butt, the other wrapping around his hard cock.

  I rub the pre come over th
e head a few times, while squeezing his firm ass cheek and continue nibbling on his nipple. I don't know what's come over me. Caleb is always the one to make the first move, but when I see his naked skin, apparently, I can’t control myself. It's like an overload on my senses and I suddenly lose the last of my common sense. I begin rubbing his erection harder and harder until he pushes me away from him. I don't go far, though. Instead I fall to my knees and shuffle forward marginally, grabbing at his hips to stop him from pulling away from me. My mouth falls right onto his solid length and I begin to suck like he’s my favourite lollypop. He could well be.

  “Fuck... Me...” I hear Caleb moan as his head falls back, but luckily the shower is on, hopefully masking the sound. Steam fills the room and I'm getting hotter and hotter, a light sheen of sweat covering my naked body.

  I swallow around Caleb’s length, gagging some, but continue to bob my head, up and down. I reach lower and tug firmly on his heavy sack a couple of times. He grips my head as tight as a vice between his strong hands and suddenly spurts warm come down my throat. “FUCK!” I have little doubt in my mind that the noise of the shower distorted his shouting that time. I swallow every single last drop of him, sucking and licking him until he is completely dry. Caleb drags me to my feet and slams his body against mine. He's breathing heavily, and I can feel him getting hard again already against my flat tummy. He looks down at me, his chest rising and falling rapidly, just looking into my eyes. I don't know what is going on, but I'm just praying my parents don't burst in here any second. I think we've gotten away with it because I hear nothing after a few minutes.

  I’m pulled into the shower and Caleb starts to wash me. He works on my hair first and uses my body wash to rub all over his body and then mine. I'm confused, is the shower the only place Caleb can actually be sweet?