The Dark Knight [Part One]

by L. F. Piper

  I pull up outside Emilia's house and as I'm walking up to the front door, I hear her voice coming from the back garden. “Pearl, baby. Come on. No, stop licking. You're doing it wrong. Argh.” I raise both my eyebrows in surprise. Did Emilia turn into a pussy lover over the past few days? If she did, I'm going to have my work cut out for me. And who the fuck is Pearl? Is she fucking an eighty-year-old? I reach over the top of the fence and unlock the back gate. This is how I got in the very first time I met Emilia. I drove over to pick Rachael up and decided to have a look around first. I found her smoking outside, her beautifully hot and barely dressed ass sat at the small table. That was the best day I'd had in a long time. I was so fucking hard that I couldn't stay for long. I didn't want her to see what she could do to me without even realising.

  Then I flicked my cigarette end at her and it all went to shit from there on out.

  I lock the gate behind me and take a few steps out of the shadows, seeing Emilia lying on the grass, playing with a little dog. I'm such a damn fool. Pearl is a fucking dog. Like Emilia turning to cunt would stop her from wanting me, though.

  “Why aren't you at school?” She bolts upright like she’s been struck by lightning, screams and holds her hand to her chest.

  “What in the fuck, Caleb?” She calms down her breathing ever so slightly before continuing. “Why I'm not at school is none of your business and why the fuck are you in my garden? Pearl, kill!” She looks pleadingly at the little dog and points angrily at me. The dog rushes over to me and starts jumping at my legs, licking my skinny jeans and wagging her tail. I pick her up and she starts licking my face. Emilia groans and a laugh rumbles in my chest. The damn dog loves me, and Emilia hates that. “Fucking traitor,” she mumbles as she walks past me and towards the table. She drops into a seat dramatically and lights up a cigarette.

  “Why aren't you at school?” I ask her again.

  “Why aren't you at school?” She blows her smoke out in my direction with an arched eyebrow. Huh, petty.

  “Came to check on my piece of ass. Was missing watching that behind walk past me all day. Plus, it's lunch.” She cringes, and I don't know why. I spoke to her how I always speak to her, but she usually has a smart remark to use as a comeback, but today she stays silent instead.

  “Please leave, Caleb. I don't have the energy to deal with you today.” I drop the dog from my arms, reach into my pocket for my cigarette pack and light up. Pearl stays at my feet as I drag a vacant chair out and fall in it, then she curls up on my sneakers to take a nap.

  “Why aren't you at school, Emilia?” I ask, my voice more forceful this time. I'm not asking her again.

  “Because I'm ill,” she snaps back at me.

  “Bullshit. I saw the video and Anya told me what she and Holden did the other night.” Emilia's face pales and, not that I didn't know before, but she's just confirmed to me that's why she’s been absent from school.

  She stands up quickly. “If you already know, why are you here asking me? Lock the gate on your way back out.” She turns and starts to walk towards the back door. I follow her, and the dog follows me. I push her inside, wait for the dog to cross the threshold and lock the door behind us. Emilia huffs. “I really do not have the patience for your crap today, Caleb. Get the fuck out!” She literally blows up in my face and starts hitting my chest with her balled up hands. It doesn't hurt, just an inconvenience. She's screaming at me and the dog is barking in the background somewhere.

  “Shut the fuck up! Stop acting all fucking crazy and shut up.” I shout in her face and she soon quits. She snaps out of the haze she was in and runs upstairs. I follow her again, walking past the dog. She’s happily chowing down on her lunch.

  “Caleb, just go. Anya is going to kick my fat ass for this.” I stop suddenly.

  “What did you just say?” I ask her, eyebrow raised at nothing. She's curled up on the bed, while I'm blocking the doorway to her room.

  “Anya is going to kick my ass if she finds out you're here, so please can you go?” Her voice is quiet and she's not telling me the truth.

  “Why did you say she would kick your fat ass, Emilia? Who said you have a fat ass?” I'm not sure why I care so much. Emilia does have a big butt, but it's so round, firm and juicy. There's not a thing wrong with it.

  She sighs, defeated. “Anya keeps telling me I'm fat and my ass is too big. Happy now?” Her voice doesn’t sound like hers, muffled from the pillow she dived headfirst into, but I hear her just fine. I clench my fists angrily and grind my teeth on a low growl. I'm going to end Anya soon if she doesn't back the fuck off, and it won't be pretty.

  I lose my shoes, socks and t-shirt, fall onto the bed with Emilia and bite into her ass cheek. She squeals loudly and tosses around, and it makes me smile. “Tastes good,” I murmur into her chest. As her breathing deepens, her tits brush against my chin. I was hard the second I saw her laying in the grass, now I could push my cock through a fucking steel wall. I'm painfully hard for her and I know she can feel me resting against her smooth thigh. I pull at her vest top, until she partly sits up and I'm able to rip it over her head. No bra. Bonus. I palm her heavy breasts in my large hands and brush my thumbs over her nipples, creating hard peaks. I'm lying over the top of her, my face directly above hers. She's looking into my eyes, that I have no doubt are virtually black from my arousal. Hers are bright green and sparkling; a complete contrast to my own.

  She is the bright morning sky to my pitch dark night.

  I lean in and kiss her, starting slow and teasing her. Her tongue darts out and I catch it between my teeth, making her whimper. The sound turns me on even more and I'm convinced my ball might explode before I even get my pants around my ankles.

  We continue kissing for a long time, me squeezing her tits, her running her hands up and down my arms; tracing her fingertips against my skin gently and leaving gooseflesh behind the delicate touch. I slide my right hand slowly down her torso, hearing her suck in a deep breath as I reach lower and lower. Fortunately, she's wearing yoga pants which grants me easy access. I squeeze my hand underneath the elasticated waistband and feel her smooth cunt below my callused fingertips. Emilia mewls into my mouth the instant I stroke her swollen clit. She is soaking wet already and all I've done is play with her nipples and kiss her. Her body is so in tune with mine, it's fucking freaky.

  “Do you want me to touch you, eat you or fuck you, Emilia?” I whisper across her luscious swollen pink lips. She moans beneath me and grinds her pelvis against me but doesn't answer. “Tell me, Doll. What do you want?” I keep playing with her clit, lightly squeezing then slowing circling.

  “Fu... Fu…” I know she wants me to fuck her, but I need to hear her say the words. I keep up with my torture until she is ready to speak. “I want... to fuck… your face, Caleb. Right now. I… I can't wait.” She even manages to roll me off her while I’m distracted and rips her pants and underwear off before I can even sit up properly. I’m just laying here, honestly gobsmacked. Fuck my face? When did she become so naughty? What have I created?

  She gets impatient, waiting for me to snap out of it and get into position. “Caleb, move it. I’m horny as hell.” Dude, I need to wife this chick. She starts to finger fuck herself and I'm again left frozen in my spot. Dude, I need to wife this chick right fucking now.

  I quickly grab my cock and start pumping it hard in my hand, shifting down the bed slightly. “Get up here. Now,” I add when she doesn’t move from the spot she’s claimed on the plush carpet. She watches me jerk myself, and even though I forever want to see that look in her eye, I’m hungry for Golden pussy.

  Emilia finally snaps back to reality and climbs back onto her bed. She doesn’t look the slightest bit nervous as she manoeuvres herself over my thighs and torso, enjoying a quick suck on my nipple piercing as she passes. She drags her juices along my chest, leaving a sweet trail of nectar in her wake. When she eventually makes it to my chin, she looks down at me, smirks and slams her cunt on my face. She honest to god
rides me like I’ve never been ridden before. She takes everything she needs and it’s all on her terms.

  “Ye... Yes... Oh, shit. Baby, keep going,” she moans and groans above me as I keep swirling my tongue around her sensitive bundle of nerves. It’s easily the most incredible experience of my life. I grab onto her thighs, squeezing harder and harder. She must know I’m about to take control of her and tenses up her entire body, grinding so dangerously hard, she could possibly break my fucking face. “Fuck, yeah!” She screams out as she eventually comes, her juices practically drowning me as she continues to slowly ride out her orgasm on me. I’m impossibly hard right now and I think I might be on the verge of dying with all my blood in my groin, leaving my head fuzzy and warped.

  I’ve just been fucking used!

  While Emilia keeps grinding her hips, she leans back some and grabs my dick in her tiny hand. She starts tugging, harder than any other girl I’ve been with has before. It fucks with me that she knows exactly what I need, every time. “You like that? Show me how much you like it because you sure as fuck can’t tell me,” she seductively commands as she looks down at me. Who the fuck is this girl? I’ve never seen this side of her before and as easy as it would be to remove her, I twirl my tongue around her clit some more to show her how much I’m enjoying myself. I’ve never been witness to anything so perfect in my whole fucking life, I'm mesmerised by the scene playing out above me. This image is going straight into my spank bank, swear to God.

  I start to get the familiar tingle at the base of my spine, it tingles up further and into the back of my skull; my balls tightening. Just as I'm about to come, Emilia cries out her second release, screaming my name and I lose my fucking mind. “FUCK!” I come so fucking hard, I break away from her cunt to shout my release. I can't even see straight for a whole minute. When my eyes finally focus again, I look at Emilia above me. “You got come all over my bedsheets.” After what just happened between us, I can’t help but laugh at her blasé choice of words.

  “I wish I could take a photo of you right now. I've never seen anything so sexy in my entire life.” She looks, I don’t know, happy maybe, a tentative smile forming on her swollen lips. She brings her hands around her front, covered with my come, and holds onto my hands resting on her thighs. This is fucking weird. Nice, I guess, but still weird. I don’t do holding hands and mushy shit so instead I grab her tits and squeeze them hard, rubbing my come all over her erect nipples. Before she can say anything, I stick my come covered fingers into her smart mouth. “How do we taste, baby? Fucking amazing, I imagine.” It's the same fingers that I used to play with her clit earlier, that are also now covered with my seed.

  Her eyes twinkle down at me. “Mm,” she hums around the thick digits, cleaning everything coating them with her skilled tongue and I feel myself getting hard for her again already. I'm not fucking surprised at all.

  ***

  Emilia gets back from the bathroom, still naked, and lies on her bed next to me. I twist some of her long silky hair around my fingers and we stay silent for a while, just listening to each other’s breathing. I feel more relaxed than I have in a long time. Emilia always makes me feel something, and half the time I don't have a fucking clue what it is. It’s certainly never fucking relaxed.

  “You do have a really big ass, Emilia,” I say into the silence surrounding us. Come on, it's me. Obviously, I'm going to ruin a perfectly good and serene moment between us. It's what I do; disrupt the peace. She raises her arm rapidly and I catch her wrist in my hand, lightly rubbing circles over her pulse point with my thumb. “But don't listen to Anya. She's just jealous because she's as flat as a fucking Denny’s pancake.” She bursts into laughter, and it brings a smile to my face. It's such a beautiful sound that I don't hear often. Funny, I don't think I've ever heard it.

  “Nice save, jackass,” she mumbles, and it's my turn to laugh out loud. I've felt a lot of things in my life, but nothing like I'm feeling right this second with Emilia, naked and curled up in my arms. I still don’t have a word for it, though. “If I ask you something, will you answer me truthfully?” She whispers, lightly fingering the rough skin on my hand.

  “That’s a bit vague, don’t you think, Doll?” I’m not entirely sure what she thought I would say. “We can totally try, although if it isn’t about how else I can fuck you, I doubt I’ll have an answer.” She elbows me, and I huff. “Speak,” I growl out. The little Demon knocked the fucking air from my lungs. She’s getting far too comfortable.

  “I want to know what these tattoos mean,” she touches my neck, but doesn’t look at the skull on my skin. Then she trails her fingertips over the phoenix painted across my chest and back up to my shoulder, going down over the dragon sleeve I have there. She ends touching the blood red rose and Lost on my hand and knuckles.

  I can’t do this. Not now, with her.

  No one knows what any of these marks on my body stand for.

  She looks up at me with her emerald eyes shining, they look hopeful and fuck me, I think I want to tell her. But I can’t.

  “I’ll give you one, my knuckles.” It’s the easiest and quickest. “Lost Soul. I was a foster kid. Rachael adopted me, but before then I was in a lot of homes. A lost soul.” I shrug, but the pain caving in on my chest is probably going to kill me any second. Not even Ma knows any of this. She probably worked a couple of them out, but this is the first time any words have passed my lips on the subject.

  Emilia’s eyes are still bright, and she smiles. She fucking smiles at me. “Seriously, that’s it? You must already know that I know you’re adopted? Our mums do actually talk when they hang out in my kitchen. I wanted something I didn’t already know,” she pouts.

  Fucking Ma, telling everyone my shit. I’m general knowledge in this neighborhood, but still. “Well, you probably should have thought more carefully about your question before you asked it. Been more specific.” I’m fucking glad she wasn’t. I don’t lie, and she would’ve acted like a brat if I told her no flat outright.

  I shouldn’t care.

  I don’t fucking care.

  I don't know what to do with all this deep shit, so I do what I do best and fuck her twice more before I get dressed and leave her a well and truly fucked up mess, spread out naked on her sheets.

  School has finished so I go straight back to my apartment. I step out of my car and stomp all the way to my front door, not even realising that I have a smile on my face until I feel it change, morphing into a scowl. “What are you doing here, Anya?” I run a hand over my head, making my sex hair even sexier. I'm not ashamed to admit that I look seriously hot after a thorough fucking. Especially when Emilia’s come is still coating my body. I groan and feel my cock twitch. Down boy!

  “Well, you weren't back after lunch, so I came here straight after final period to see if you were around and wanted my help with anything.” She's trying to sound all flirty and seductive and it damn near makes me cringe. I’ve had a busy and somewhat emotionally exhausting afternoon and the last thing I need right now is her help.

  “I don't want anything from you, Anya. Now get the fuck out of my block and don't come back without an invite.” She looks like she might start crying, but I couldn't give a fuck. What else do I need to do to make it clear enough for her to understand that I don’t want her? I've all but written it out for her. Maybe she actually does need it in writing?

  “You were with her again, weren't you? What the fuck do you want with her when you have all of this?” She’s gone from upset to angry in five seconds, indicating to her body like it was handcrafted by some well-known artist.

  I want to laugh at her. “You have nothing that I want, Anya. What aren’t you getting here? Do you need me to put it in writing for you?” Yeah, I thought I'd slip that in there. Better to clarify, you know, just in case she actually does.

  “What the fuck, Caleb? We are good together, you and me. You want me as much as I want you so stop pretending you don't. We both know you're only messing around
with Emilia when I'm not around, but I'm here now, honey.” I absolutely fucking hate it when she calls me honey. It just takes me back to that time I broke her nose when we were playing, and I hate it. You’re probably thinking it’s because I broke her nose and I feel guilty. You couldn’t be any more wrong if you tried.

  It takes me back to that time dad #5 snapped my fucking arm, the first bone that I ever broke. I still feel a phantom pain it after all this time.

  “We're just like Ellis, Christina and Kaydee.” We are so fucking not! That is one fucked up relationship – even I can see that. Anya starts rubbing my cock, and fuck me, it feels good. It’s still super sensitive and kind of hard from earlier thoughts of Emilia.

  And I'm a male.

  I could itch my balls the wrong way and suddenly have a stinking rock on. It's not uncommon, alright?

  “See, I knew how much you wanted me. I can feel how big you’re growing in my hand. Take me inside and fuck me, Caleb.” She keeps rubbing and I can feel a groan crawling up my throat.

  A door across the hall slowly opens and I thank the fucking Gods that Mrs Taylor hasn't croaked it yet. “Afternoon, Caleb. My sweet boy. I made cookies, would you like some?” Her wrinkles create waves all over her face as she smiles at me.

  I push Anya off my cock and smile back at her. “Sure, Mrs Taylor. Just give me an hour to sort out my school stuff and I'll be right over.” Sort out my school stuff, yeah right. I need a fucking drink after Emilia drained me all afternoon.

  I open my apartment door and I’m about to close it behind me when Anya tries to make it through. She's lucky I don't just crush her between the fucking frame. She's really starting to piss me off a treat. I sigh. “I have things to do, Anya. Get the fuck out of here.” She looks like she might lose it again but changes her mind at the last second. Good choice.

  “Fine. You'll regret this though, Caleb. That stupid whore won't be around for that much longer and don't come crying to me when she doesn't want you anymore.” She doesn't even really want me now, I think to myself.