Pain

by Amanda Mackey

  I swallowed a mew and just blinked at him because, the way I was feeling, I needed something aggressive to take the edge off. My panties were coated with moisture. My chest was heaving.

  That kiss by far had been the most exciting thing to happen to me ever, and I knew that sex with Justice while he was hurting so badly would be the wildest ride of my life. I couldn’t stop the shudder of anticipation or the spasms that shook my core, but there was no way we could just go at it like two rabid animals out in the open. We shouldn’t even be thinking of sex when he was in his current frame of mind, but maybe that was what it would take to help him forget.

  “I…my…uh, dad’s waiting in the truck.”

  His eyes closed for a moment as he sucked in a heavy breath and let it out. “I need pain. I need to give you pain, and I need it from you. Help me forget, princess.”

  I could tell he was only just holding it together, and some fucked-up part of him needed pain to cope with the torture inside. Could I give him what he needed? I wasn’t so sure. It was one thing to fantasize about such things, but to make them happen was another.

  Nodding slightly, I offered him something. “Come back to the house. My dad needs to go check on the cubs for a while and make some phone calls. We’ll have the place to ourselves.”

  I was definitely playing with fire. Way out of my depth. A part of me craved what he had to offer, and another part was petrified.

  Standing up and placing each crutch under my arm, I waited for him to rise. It took a minute, as if he was thinking about my offer, and then he was up. His raging hard on was bulging and straining to break out of his pants, further igniting my sick desire.

  Gesturing with his hand for me to go first, I slowly made my way to the truck. Dad started the engine as we neared. I climbed in and waited for Justice.

  Dad kept quiet, which I was grateful for. He was probably like me and didn’t know what to say. I wondered if he had witnessed our heated kiss or whether the slight dip in the ground had thwarted his view. I hoped it was the latter. The last thing I needed was a lecture.

  Justice was pressed up against me, his size swallowing up half the cab. The air between us zapped like live electricity, the ride back to the house pure hell.

  “I’ll drop you kids off and then head back to the rescue center for a bit. Think you can stay out of mischief for a couple of hours?”

  “Yes!” I cried out a little too quickly. Dad’s head turned toward me, but I couldn’t look at him through fear of giving myself away. He could read me fairly easily, so I tried to keep a straight face.

  “I’ll just grab some of last night’s leftovers and take it with me.”

  Justice wriggled in his seat beside me as if he couldn’t get comfortable. Who could blame him with that massive rocket between his legs? It’s not like I hadn’t snuck glances at it on our ride home. The thing looked painful. He must be in agony.

  Dad pulled up round the back, and we all walked inside. Justice headed to the bathroom, and I grabbed a container of curried rice for Dad from the refrigerator.

  “Is he going to be oaky?” Dad asked.

  “I guess. He’s here, so that’s a start.”

  “Call me if you need me.”

  “I will. We’ll be fine.”

  He kissed me on the cheek and then left, leaving me in a quandary as to what I was meant to do now.

  Lunch had been on my mind earlier, but now I was too nervous to think of food. Taking a glass from the cupboard, I poured some water and chugged it down before walking down the hallway to my room. I left the door open in case Justice emerged. Had he rethought his need? Maybe seeing my father had thwarted his desires and all he wanted was to be left alone. Images of the kiss plagued me. It had been more than a kiss. Way more. All I could think of was the way his lips had felt, pushing and pulling with mine, soft yet hard. The frenzied possession like I was all he needed rocked me.

  Lying on my bed, my arousal was so heightened it overpowered all else. I knew I was putting myself in a precarious position by helping to give Justice what he needed, and I had to keep telling myself that it was for the greater good. God, who was I kidding? I needed the danger of him as much as he needed the pain.

  A noise startled me. I shot my head toward the door and gasped at the sight of a half-naked, ripped body standing in my doorway.

  His hands were scrunched up at his sides, and the dips and valleys of his torso changed with each breath he took. Shadows danced off his face, dipping him into sporadic darkness. His lasers were trained on me. Pure lust and unrestrained anger filled the open space, and I wasn’t sure if I wanted to run or not.

  It quickly became too late as he walked inside my room and shut the door, skulking toward me like I was in so much damn trouble. Actually, I was. It felt strange to be stalked by a human instead of a tiger or lion. Justice scared me more. He’d changed into a pair of faded jeans and had failed to zip the fly or do the top button up. A smattering of black hair teased me. I could barely take his raw power. When he stopped at the edge of the bed, a fresh wound slashing down his forearm caused me to sit up.

  “Your arm! What did you do?” Old scars similar in size and shape to the one that had only just clotted together marred him tragically. It was the arm that he’d had bandaged. It looked pretty obvious that he’d been cut over and over. That was no coincidence.

  “I cut it when I was jumping over the fence.”

  Shaking my head, I pushed the words out. “No. Not that one. The others.” His tight stomach was in my face, parallel with his cut arm.

  “Show me those fucking stunning eyes first,” he ground out.

  Holy cow. I did not want to look. I didn’t. Looking would show me things I didn’t need to see. Already, I was in too deep. His astonishing, boiling stare would only push me further into his depravity. All I wanted was to lick a path up his abdomen to sample the taste of him.

  “Look the fuck at me!” It was a fierce order that vibrated through me.

  Painstakingly slow, I lifted my chin and ran a path up his body until I rested my gaze exactly where he’d asked. Crap. The devil himself was in my room, transfixing me with some spell I was useless at fighting. His thick lashes jutted out and curled up at the ends, lining his eyes with charcoal.

  Holding up his arm for me, he said, “This is me. This is who I am. A fucked up retard that cuts himself to deal with pain that is far greater than that issued by the sharp edge of a knife.”

  My jaw dropped in horrified surprise. “I don’t understand. Why would you do that?”

  “Why?” he laughed viciously. “I’ll tell you why, princess. Because a pathetic excuse for a human, messed me up so badly I ended up in prison, only to be messed up some more. This…” he pushed his arm into my face. “This is the only way I can cope.”

  The sting of tears came hard and fast. My heart was in my throat. I’d never heard anything so sad, and Justice had only skimmed the surface of what he’d been through. I wasn’t sure how to process any of it. I’d wanted him to tell me, but now that he had, all I could do was wish he hadn’t.

  He obviously saw something he didn’t like written into my expression because he barked out, “Don’t!”

  “Don’t what?”

  “Don’t look at me like I’m a charity case. I don’t want that. I just want to forget.”

  “I don’t know what to say.” Truly, I didn’t. What did one say to a revelation as profound at that?

  “Take your top off.” His eyes moved from my face to my chest. Just that small motion sent heat to my groin. His hands were still clenched tightly with restraint.

  Pulling my top over my head and throwing it to the floor revealed a black, lacy barely-there bra that hid my nipples, and that’s about all. I was bad. So bad. I shouldn’t love the danger, but I did. God, was that wrong? Was I fucked-up too?

  Justice snarled, making me jump. I’d drawn my eyes away from his when I’d removed my shirt but with his animalistic noises, I returned them to his.
His lids were lowering as if in pain, his nostrils spreading, mouth open to show me his grinding teeth. It was taking everything he had not to pounce.

  “Take it all off. Fucking everything, princess. Show me your sensational tits and pussy. Christ, do you have any idea how much I want to hurt both of us right now?”

  With that, he dug a hand down the front of his pants, grabbing his cock and pulling it upwards and out of his jeans.

  I believe at that point, I whimpered and almost frothed at the mouth. What did he mean hurt? Judging by the size of his thick erection, it alone had the power to inflict sweet, painful ecstasy.

  Shucking off the rest of my clothes, I nervously sat back against the headboard, watching him fisting his cock. With each pullback, he hissed and groaned. My fear heightened my arousal. If my heart had beaten any faster, I would have gone into cardiac arrest.

  “Open your legs for me, sweetheart, and show me that fine pussy.”

  God, could he be any cruder? None of the guys I’d ever been with had spoken to me with such a foul mouth. None of them had made me so insanely horny that I’d do whatever they wanted.

  Justice pushed his jeans down and kicked them off, standing before me in all his grandeur. The mere sight of him, with his hand tightly around his rock solid cock, had me splaying my legs wide, slightly bent at the knees. The cast on my leg looked ridiculous while the rest of me was totally naked, but there was nothing I could do about it. Justice certainly didn’t seem to mind.

  “You have the most sinful body. I’m so goddam hard for you.”

  Indeed, he was.

  Climbing onto the bed, he covered me with his body, not resting his full weight on me but dangling his giant cock between my legs against my neatly trimmed pussy.

  “Feel that? That’s what you do to me, princess.” He rubbed himself against me, and I reciprocated by grinding my hips against him, needing friction desperately.

  “Justice.”

  “You like it rough? Hmm?” He licked my lips and then took a sharp nip of the bottom one. I moaned long and hard, both hands gripping his muscly ass cheeks and pulling him in further.

  “You want me to fuck you like an animal?” I couldn’t answer, because those lips I’d dreamed about since he’d kissed me in the elephant enclosure opened and hungrily feasted on mine. Our bodies were writhing together, the ridge of his cock gouging into my clit in the most pleasurable way. If he kept it up, I would orgasm before he had his cock inside.

  Pulling my mouth away and turning my head so he could ravage my neck, I moaned out, “Yeesssss.”

  “Before I fuck you, I need you to eat my cock. Teeth and all. Make it hurt. Make it hurt real good.”

  “Ummm,” I replied as he sucked on my neck. His large hands found my breasts finally, and I pushed up into his fingers as they squeezed my nipples a tad too hard. Rolling and rubbing, they lengthened further, a slight burn from his roughness.

  I was so sexually charged all I could think about was getting his full dick inside me.

  Lifting himself off me he scooted up and straddled my chest so that I had perfect access to his brutish cock with my mouth. His heavy balls were large and tight. The soft mushroom head beckoned me, so I didn’t waste time. As soon as my lips found their target, I pushed myself down the length of him, gagging before I was even at the end.

  Justice grabbed my hair with both hands so that he had full control of my head.

  “Fuck, yeah. Ugh. That mouth of yours is heaven around my cock. Suck hard, princess.”

  Pulling upwards and sucking, I dragged my teeth over the sensitive flesh, just enough to test the waters to see if it was too hard or not. My tongue laved the head around and around.

  “Again. Harder.”

  I moaned as I went down, one hand cupping his weighty sac, the other holding his cock at the base. He pulled my head forward and then yanked on my hair when he wanted my teeth to scrape the column. Each time, I got that little bit harder with my teeth until I became worried I was actually going to injure him.

  It didn’t matter. I’d never heard a guy so utterly immersed in his own pleasure.

  “Oh Christ. The pain is so fucking good. Squeeze my balls, hard. Take my cock all the way and bite down at the base.”

  Oh my. I was in his world now. Fully. I’d slipped over to the other side, and I was loving every second. Every sound he made, knowing that I was giving him what he desperately needed, powered my own desire.

  It was a high I’d never known. Formidable and intense. Nothing else existed.

  Opening my throat some more, I worked my way down until I could feel his pubic hair tickle my mouth. I squeezed his balls hard, and at the same time, I clenched my teeth around the root of his shaft. Justice roared and swore, part pain and pleasure.

  “Fuck. Fuck.” I held right there, not moving and trying hard not to gag while I felt him harden and then begin jerking.

  “Princess! Swallow my come!”

  Thick, warm semen jetted into the back of my throat, causing me to swallow instinctively. He tasted like salted honey. A continuous eruption poured out in spurts, his hips thrusting forward, but his cock unmoving because of my teeth. He was roaring his orgasm out, shaking violently until there was nothing left.

  I pulled back, my jaw sore from the constant locked position.

  Sneaking a peek upwards, I found him fixated on me, mouth parted, gasping for air. An edge had been taken off, but flames still flickered in his pupils as if that one orgasm was just the beginning.

  Chapter

  Twenty-Four

  Justice

  Oh hell yeah! Now that’s what I was talking about. I’d never come so frigging hard in my life. I knew Lil would be the one to help douse the rage inside. We were far from done. I was going to have that hot little body so worked up she’d be orgasming for an hour.

  I’d watched every second of the head job, unable to tear my gaze away from her luscious lips devouring me whole, sliding like silk until I totally disappeared, my balls tight against her chin. That was a sight I’d never forget. The times I’d jacked off, picturing the same scene, didn’t compare to the real thing.

  Her eyes sparkled as they looked up at me, a glisten to her mouth from my liquid ecstasy.

  My cock had barely softened. It was too focused on getting inside her snatch and fucking her senseless.

  “Your turn.” I smiled smugly at her, knowing what was coming. “On your knees. Grip the headboard and spread for me. Ass pointed up.” Oh that ass. I was going to destroy it.

  She was too far gone sexually to deny me. That look in her eyes told me I had her exactly where I wanted her. The tension between us had been brewing since I arrived, and it had finally culminated.

  Grasping her hips, I nudged her sideways a little and then knelt at the back of her, ready to dish out my own brand of torture.

  “Not wide enough, princess. Knees further apart.” I wanted to see her pussy gaping wide open.

  When she was in position, I began my leisurely exploration of both her holes. She jerked once when my forefinger circled her tight, puckered anus. It squeezed tighter in retaliation, causing me to snigger.

  “Relax. I’m not going to fuck your ass. I am, however, going to play with it. Trust me, you’ll like it.” After being violated in prison, I stayed away from putting my cock in anyone’s ass, but finger play always heightened the pleasure. My ass, however was off limits to everyone and always would be.

  Keeping my forefinger on the outside, circling it, my other hand wound around to the front to delve deeply into her folds, which were already slick.

  She tossed her head back and whined with pleasure as I toyed with her clit before dipping two fingers inside her. She was so aroused they barely even touched the sides, so I slowly pressed my forefinger into her tight asshole.

  Gasping, she let out an audible, “Oooohh. That feels soooo good.”

  My cock reacted by engorging with more blood. Fuck, she was hot. I could lose myself in her body. In
her smell. Her sounds. And the sight of my fingers knuckle deep in her hot core while fingering her ass was such a turn-on.

  Pulling my finger out, I leaned down and replaced it with my tongue, needing more than just an eyeful.

  She cried out when my moist tongue thrust inside her protesting hole, while I upped my fingers in her pussy to three, curling them just right to touch her g-spot. I knew my way around a female body. I’d had enough practice over the years. Some men never took the time to discover a woman’s most sensitive parts, but I got off on their pleasure as much as my own.

  “Justice, I’m going to come.”

  Not yet, she wasn’t. I wanted her detonating around my throbbing cock, not my fingers.

  Removing everything from her, I suddenly thought about a condom. Shit. I didn’t have any. It’s not like I’d gone shopping after I’d been escorted from prison. I’d been driven straight out of LA for my rehab.

  Lil noticed my pause.

  “What’s up?”

  “I don’t have a condom.”

  “I’m on birth control, and I’m clean. I’ve only had three boyfriends and was checked out last year. I haven’t been with anyone since.”

  “I’m clean too. I’ve always used condoms.”

  “Fuck me then, Justice. Hard.”

  She didn’t need to ask me twice. Damn. Lining myself up, I surged into her, groaning as her walls snatched me greedily.

  “Aaahhh,” she wailed, taking all of me until I could feel her cervix kiss my tip. The sensation was heaven. I held her hips still for a second, drowning in her warmth, pulling her tightly against me. My cock twitched inside at the depth I had impaled her.

  Leaning down and over her, I mumbled, “You’re going to want to make sure you have a firm grip on that headboard, ’cause I’m going to fuck you hard and so fucking deep.”

  “God, make me come. I need to come so badly, Justice. Move that big cock.”

  Hearing those words from her had me gearing up for destruction. I was on fire. My balls ached. My cock throbbed. I needed to feel her burst around me.