Chapter 4
Chapter Four
DAVEY
T he bed is soft below me, cradling my body, and even though there’s a chill in the air, my body is burning up. Next to me, Lenora, sound asleep, rests her face on her hands, her petite body facing mine. My fists clench as I let out a frustrated sigh. It’s all I can do to not turn to the side and stare at the way her perfect tits just squeeze together, almost bursting from the small tank top. I can’t stop from glancing over every five minutes and praying that she moves just a little so that, perhaps, one falls right out of its confines. Such easy access. What was I thinking, agreeing to share a bed?
You were thinking you want her to sit on your face.
I groan then shoot a glance her way to make sure I didn’t accidentally say that out loud. Then, I throw my arm over my eyes. Fuck it. If she’s asleep, I can handle this quickly. With one last glance towards her lax face, my hands trail over my skin—one down to the wet spot in between my legs and the other to squeeze and pluck at my nipples that are begging for attention at the moment. Even the tiny clothes she gave me are turning me on. Is it sick to think that her body was in these clothes at one point? That her pussy was exactly where mine is now? A pleasurable shiver wracks my body at the thought.
Wetness coats my thighs, and I make a mental note to take another shower when I wake up. These underwear are ruined. When and where can I wash my clothes? Shaking my head, I focus on the task ahead. My eyelids slide shut, and I take my bottom lip between my teeth to muffle my moan as I circle my throbbing clit.
Her pink and brown hair is splayed out on the bed underneath me, and the dripping pussy in my hand isn’t mine. I conjure that vicious and possessive gleam in her eyes, only for me. My tongue makes a path to her chest so I can taste her skin. Her body bows as I lave her nipples with attention.
But her strength is overwhelming, and she rolls me over to return the favor. Except when her hot mouth suctions on my needy body, she uses her teeth to mark me, bites and bruises that remind everyone I’m hers.
Of course, my delusions give me a sadistic version of her that wants my pain and my pleasure.
Inhaling, I can smell her next to me, and it does nothing but stoke the flames of my imagination. I wonder what she tastes like.
Fuuuuck. Circles around my clit become tighter and tighter until my other hand tightens on my straining nipples. I dip two fingers into my core that’s weeping for the deadly hunter in bed next to me, using the heel of my hand to rub my clit. It’s times like these I wish I had more hands.
A little more. I’m so close.
“More. More. Bite me. Mark me. I’m Yours,” I pant, begging for her attention. She makes her way to my pussy; I’m glistening and ready for her mouth. Using her thumbs, she holds me open, stripping me bare and leaving me nowhere to hide. A blush covers my chest as I whine and shake with anticipation. Her knowing smirk and the gleam in her eyes disarm me.
“You’ll get everything you need soon. Let me look at what’s mine. What a gorgeous pussy; so messy for me. Look how needy your little clit is.” As she watches me, spread open, she pinches my clit between her fingers, and I scream out. “That’s it, pretty girl. Scream for me.”
Right.
There.
My back arches off the bed, and I do everything in my power to hold my moan and keep my movements as small as possible.
So, when a stifled groan sings its way to my ears, my eyes pop back open and find those icy blue eyes glazed over and glued to mine. My hand stays buried in my shorts, trying to wind down. But those eyes.
My hand speeds up again, and a second orgasm rips through me with a shout I can’t contain.
Stars burst behind my eyes and, for a moment, all sound evaporates as a vacuum of pleasure sucks me into the abyss. I can’t remember the last time I came that hard—or twice, for that matter. As my heart finds its way back into my chest and my breathing evens out, I replay the little vignette I’d created. But then I remember the groan and her eyes boring into me.
Mortified, my head rolls to the side, too spent to turn my whole body, to see Lenora is indeed there. Not only is she awake, she’s seen me come right next to her. How did I survive the end of the world only to die of embarrassment three years later?
“I-I” What the fuck do I say to her? My post-orgasm brain is insisting I kiss her, but I can’t trust my sex-addled mind right now.
“Do you always come twice like that?” Her voice is huskier from sleep and, my god, I feel like I can come a third time just by listening to her.
“What?” I don’t even know how to finish my own thoughts.
She scoots closer to me, which pulls the tank top dangerously tight across her perfectly small tits, and my eyes glide down to her nipples that are now completely visible.
“I’m not a pervert, I swear.” That’s the only idiotic thing that spews from my mouth. Her laugh is close, and I can feel the heat of her breath across my face.
“Are you sure you’re not a pervert?” My heart speeds in my chest. Fuck. I’ve ruined everything. Where will I go if she kicks me out?
“I-I swear. I’m so sorry,” I breathe. The need to cry is strong. At once, all the overwhelming things of the day come crashing down around me, and my breath saws in and out of my mouth.
“Prove it,” she whispers, watching me intently. My misty eyes do nothing to erase the look in hers. Is she enjoying this? I pull my hands from my shorts, her shorts, but before I can jump from the bed and throw myself into the burning sun, her hand catches mine. The same hand that was just inside of me, dripping with my arousal.
I didn’t even see her move, her obvious skills ramp my desires back up. Wow, maybe I am a pervert.
“You should know,” she begins, fingers tightening around my wrist and pulling me closer to her. “We share most things in this compound. We’re a community. Do you want to be a part of that?”
Why is she talking about this now? My brain was already hazy, but now, my confusion is making me wonder if I’m hallucinating. “Yes, of course! I’m really sorry!” I plead in a strained whisper.
“Good.” That one word is my only warning before my fingers are enveloped in her warm mouth. My breath catches. Her eyes are hungry as they bore into mine, giving me no reprieve. Her moan elicits my own, and I couldn’t turn away if I wanted to. She releases my fingers with a pop, and a smile curves her lips.
“I’ve wanted to know what you taste like since you came out of that shower. My imagination didn’t do it justice.” She’s so cocky and sure of herself, it momentarily takes me off guard. What the fuck is happening? Am I still in my daydreams?
“Tell me what you like.” The commanding tone of her voice has me clenching on nothing. Can I be honest with her? I have never said these things out loud.
My whole life, I’ve been too busy for relationships. The scattered one night stands didn’t give me time to open up to anyone about my needs. They were just to blow off steam. It was too embarrassing to tell someone I just met that I wanted to be degraded and praised, loved . The perfect student, the perfect daughter, the perfect sister. I took care of everyone and let myself fall to the wayside while life passed me by. What do I have to show for it? A career that means nothing, a dead brother, and only my hand to keep me company. I’m pathetic. And I need someone to tell me exactly that.
“I’ve never told anyone this,” I start.
“Tell me what you need and I’ll take care of you.” You . Not it .
My heart pounds a staccato beat out of my chest, and I lift the lid on my heart-shaped box, buried deep and covered in dust.
“Help me shut my brain off. Give me the kind of pain that will replace the one in my chest.” I can’t quite place why I trust her with this information, but tomorrow is guaranteed to no one. So, if she’ll have me, I’ll take whatever I can get.
Her icy eyes widen at my admission, and I gasp, hoping I didn’t cross a line.
“Do you have a safe word? I won’t hurt you in any way you don’t want.” Her fingers around my wrist rub soft circles into my skin, warming me, easing me into what’s coming next.
“I’ve never had one before, but I guess ‘hopscotch’ works.” She snorts a laugh before training her face back into a mask of desire. Fuck, she looks deadly like this. Wetness leaks between my legs, and I rub my thighs together to try and get some relief.
Lenora’s hands push through my curls, holding my head in her hands as she rolls on top of me. I don’t know if I’ll ever get used to her strength or speed.
Her lips brush against mine as a desperate moan falls from my mouth. She uses the opportunity to explore my mouth with her tongue, leaving me no option but to open up and let her in. As she straddles me, her strong thighs squeeze against my body, holding me in place.
“You’re so needy,” she whispers against my lips, and I can’t help the groan and push of my hips against her. Hands tighten in my hair and pull back, leaving my neck open to her kisses and bites. Every time her teeth hit my skin, a shiver wracks my body, ready for more. After every bust of pain, a soothing tongue follows its path.
She releases my hair and runs her hands around my face, touching as much skin as she can. “Tell me what you want to be called.” I’ve never had a partner so open to communication. It’s almost off-putting, but her hands rove down to my neck, and my breath hitches. As one hand lightly holds my throat in place, I miss the other headed for my breasts. The sharp pinch on my nipple has my eyes rolling to the back of my head.
“I asked you a question.” Her fingers squeeze tighter, and I moan at the delicious pain. “Do you want to be my baby, my girl, my little pervert?” My breaths hitch, and a tear escapes my eye at the pressure of her pinch. I pant through my teeth. What was the question?
Her face lowers to mine, and her tongue follows the trail of my tear. “Oh, you want to be my slut, don’t you?”
“I’ll be anything. Everything,” I pant, unable to pick just one. I want it all.
“Greedy girl with a greedy pussy. I like it.” She releases my poor nipple and replaces her hands with her mouth, licking and sucking both breasts as I writhe below her. She climbs off me as she looks down at my body.
“Take everything off,” she commands, and I obey, hoping to get everything I’ve ever needed from her. I’m entranced.
Now unoccupied, one hand lowers to my abdomen and then to the apex of my thighs. “You’ve already come twice and you want more, don’t you?” I nod furiously at her question.
“Words,” she seethes as her once-soft hand comes crashing down on my clit, making me cry out.
“Yes! Yes, I want more. Please. Give me more. I’ll be good,” I moan, shifting my head back and forth on my pillow, frizzing up my curls.
“Good? I don’t think this pussy can be anything but trouble.” Her fingers lightly stroke up and down my center with nowhere near enough pressure.
“You couldn’t even wait until you were alone. No. You touched this pretty pussy and tried to keep quiet while I slept right next to you. You are a perverted little slut, aren’t you?”
“No!” I whine. Embarrassment coats my words as two fingers spear me. I cry out as her laugh rings out above me.
“Don’t lie to my face. You won’t like the consequences. Now, tell me what you did while I was sleeping next to you.” Lazily, her fingers pump in and out of me, barely brushing my clit innocently. I’m so wound tight, I can barely think.
“I-I can’t.” I throw my arm over my eyes, overwhelmed with the way she stares down at me, stripping me bare, seeing right through to my debaucherous center. I’ve never been more turned on in my fucking life.
“Wrong answer, my little pervert.” With one hand, she holds my arms down to the bed, leaving me incapable of hiding. Then, her thumb rubs my clit as her fingers push against my front walls. My orgasm barrels towards me. So close. But just as I’m about to crest, she removes her fingers and spanks me, again between my legs.
“FUCK!” I shout, writhing and moaning at my ruined orgasm.
“Let’s try again. You said you wanted to be good, but I think I may have to teach you.” She sucks my wetness off her fingers and laughs at my frustration. “You did this to yourself. Now, tell me what you were doing while I was asleep.”
After my body relaxes into the mattress again, her fingers lazily trace my lower lips and circle my clit. The throb is deep, and my stomach clenches. “I touched myself,” I whisper.
“That’s a good start,” she says as her fingers increase the pressure on my clit, driving me insane. No longer holding my arms down, her free hand finds its home on my throat.
“And what was my little slut thinking of?” she asks casually as she tightens her grip on my neck, just enough to feel me swallow.
“Y-you,” I mutter as I climb higher and higher under her lethal hands.
“Mmm. I like that.” Two fingers enter me again, and I choke a moan under her hand. “I love feeling your moan beneath my hand. I wish I could parade you around like this. Then everyone would know who you think of when you touch this messy pussy at night. They’ll all know what a perverted little slut you are.”
I moan through my teeth as the hand around my neck tightens, a necklace I want to wear as a tattoo from now on.
“Oh, you like that. Your pretty pussy just clamped down when I mentioned humiliating you around the compound, showing everyone the little slut you are.” Her laugh is taunting, and it drives me insane.
“Do you want to be my pet? Can I walk you around on a leash and force your face between my legs whenever I feel the need to come? Hmm? Oh, baby. You’re giving away all your perverted little kinks.” Her vicious smile is what brings me to the brink. So close. My legs tingle with anticipation.
“Do you want to come?” she asks as her ministrations speed up.
“Yes, please, please, please, please.,” I chant, not caring that I’m begging or that the hand around my throat has tightened.
“Come for me, slut. Show me how good you can be for me.”
My toes curl, my breath caught in her hands, and I’m completely and utterly useless to do anything about it. Nothing can stop the pressure from breaking and throwing me into the abyss of my third orgasm.
Lungfuls of air flow into my mouth as Lenora releases me and gently strokes my core, bringing me back down to Earth. Then, as if the last fifteen minutes didn’t happen, her hands wrap around me as she rolls us to the side so we’re tangled in each other’s limbs, my breathing the only sound.
Her hands rub and knead at all the muscles she can reach, and a soothing kiss lands on my brow. She holds me close to her body and her heartbeat steadies me. A hand in my hair massages my scalp as her lips take mine in a less urgent kiss than earlier. This kiss is sweet, gentle, and brings me comfort I’ve never felt.
This experience will live in my mind rent free for the rest of my life, but part of me will relive the cuddles too, the delicate warmth she brings me when I’m vulnerable.
“Are you okay?” she whispers into my temple, leaving warm kisses in her wake. My heart warms at the care and concern in her voice. This is what I’ve always wanted, needed, but could never express. The lid on my heart-shaped box slides off and leaves me open.
“Thank you.” My voice is wobbly, and I realize I’m crying. “I’m sorry. I don’t know why I’m crying. It was amazing, seriously.” I swipe at the tears but still my hands when she gently wipes and kisses the rest away for me.
“Shh. It’s okay. Sometimes, a lot of emotions and adrenaline can cause a little drop off afterward. I’ve got you.” As I’m wrapped in her arms, my eyelids get heavy as I drift off to sleep, hoping this wasn’t all a dream.