Chapter 21 #2
My body is a trembling ball of desire as I force myself to stop climbing toward my own release.
With a hard swallow, I scoot off Santi’s lap to sit between his legs.
The cum on my lower abdomen drips down between my legs and over my clit.
I shiver in response. Santi looks at his mess, then to me—shame turning his cheeks a bright pink.
“I’m sorry, I just get so excited sometimes and—”
“Shut up.” I open my legs up as far as they can go so he has full access to view my pussy and I order, “Clean me up, now.”
Crestfallen, Santi reaches for one of the shirts on the ground.
“With your mouth, Santiago.”
His hand freezes in the air as his head whips back to look at me. The shock blows the dejected expression right off his face. Between his legs his deflating cock twitches.
“Really?” he asks, hope flaring to life in those pretty brown eyes.
I lean back on my forearms. “If you don’t get your mouth on my pussy and start cleaning up the mess you made, I’ll never let you touch me again.”
Santi hesitates for only a fraction of a second before he’s diving forward.
I laugh breathlessly as he throws my legs over his shoulders and his face dips down to do as he’s told.
He laps up what’s still lingering on my skin, above my pubic bone first. When he’s done, his tongue slides down and right over my clit.
I’m so sensitive and needy that the abrupt warm, wet feel of his tongue on my clit sends pleasure shooting through me, like a flock of birds taking flight.
My howl and sharp buck of my hips cause Santi to freeze.
He looks up at me from between my legs, his eyes now blazing with excitement all over again.
“Did you like that, carino?” he asks.
I nod frantically. “God yes, that’s… do that again.”
A wicked grin spreads across his face before it disappears between my legs. Again his tongue slides over my swollen, throbbing clit. I rock into his mouth as he repeats the move. My thighs close in around his head as my back arches off the floor.
“Your tongue… try a soft circular motion over my clit,” I tell him breathlessly. “Maybe suck a—fuck! Just like that, don’t stop Santi! You’re doing such a good job.”
We both let out a groan as I start to squirm and buck.
I can tell he’s listening to my body, about what’s working and what isn’t because he adjusts, fine-turning every little movement until I can’t think straight.
I reach down, grabbing at his hair, and pushing the back of his head down so that there’s no pulling away as I finally unravel.
My orgasm feels like a singular firework.
It shoots up through my abdomen, into my chest, and into my head.
There it explodes, erasing thoughts, stealing the breath in my lungs, and causing my entire body to convulse like I’ve been electrified.
My cry of pleasure is muffled by the ringing in my ears.
I can feel my body gushing as my arousal spills from me.
Poor Santi, I’m probably suffocating him.
Could I be the first woman in the world to kill a man via pussy? That would be pretty cool and I don’t think Santi would mind, either.
Eventually, my orgasm subsides. My pussy clenches around nothing as my legs fall away from Santi’s head, freeing him from my hold. He grunts as he suddenly gets up onto his hands and knees, and then reaches between his legs.
“Fuck, that was so hot,” he groans.
I watch him through a hooded gaze, still drifting on my high. It takes me a second, but it clicks as to what he’s doing.
“Stop that!” I cry out, both outraged and achy as I sit up abruptly.
Santi stops rapidly stroking his already hard cock. His head whips up with confusion. “What? I need—”
“Yeah, I need that too!” I nearly whine as I realize what this means. “Get on your back. Now.”
Santi blinks, then understanding dawns on his face. “Hell, yes!”
He’s on his back a second later and half a second after that I’m climbing over him. Without any preamble or words, I impale myself onto Santi. Well, I try to. We both cry out in surprise as I attempt to get him inside of me.
“You’re so thick,” I cry out, wiggling my hips and loving the fullness as I make my way downward. “You feel so good, Santi.”
“I-I—” he chokes out but that’s all he manages before tilting his head back and crying out as I slip down his cock.
It takes a few gloriously long moments to get Santi inside of me but when I’m completely seated on him, I’m a shaking, sweaty mess of bliss.
“Oh god, you feel incredible inside of me,” I groan as I start to ride him. I lean down, bracing my hands on his chest, and lift my hips before sliding back down him. I choke and gasp, loving how full and intense this is. “Look at me, Santi.”
Santi keens before forcing his eyes halfway open to stare up at me. His eyes are glossy. I’d hardly call him focused but I can see that he’s enjoying this just as much as I am. Blindly, his hands find my ass and he grips me tight and lifts his hips up to meet each of my thrusts.
“I’m going to cum,” he sputters out, his proclamation twisted into a half-whine. “You feel too good, Blair.”
“No,” I tell him softly. I lean down, not stopping the rise and fall of my hips as I chase a second orgasm. I can feel it coiling, deep between the apex of my legs and I know all this work to get there will be worth it. “You’re not going to cum, Santi. Not until I tell you to. Understand?”
He gasps, his eyes lighting up at the challenge even as his throat works and his face turns red.
“Tell me you understand, Santi,” I order, my voice coming in strained as pleasure begins to cause my body to tense and tremble.
He nods. “Y-yeah, I understand.”
“Good boy,” I tell him gratefully. The praise rolls off my tongue without much thought as I start to move faster.
His cock jerks hard inside of me and he whines, “Oh fuck, you can’t say shit like that to me and expect me to last, Blair!”
I laugh breathlessly but it’s cut off as his erection brushes that gloriously deep spot inside of me just right.
I cry out and shift, seeking out a repeat of that motion.
When it happens again, I’m lost to the world.
We find our rhythm as our skin slaps together and our breathing comes in ragged gasps.
Everything narrows until it’s just me and Santi.
Two souls hiding in a world where we don’t quite belong, having found one another against all odds.
My pleasure wells up, slow but intense, like the approach of a tsunami. Just before it crashes, I lean down, plant a kiss on Santi’s cheek and whisper, “Cum for me now, my good boy.”
Santi wails his relief. His body trembles hard as he lets go of his control.
His cum coats my insides. The feel of him filling me up sends me careening over the edge toward my own release.
My orgasm hits me hard, smashing into me from every direction, wiping reality away and replacing it with such pleasure it feels surreal.
When my body finally stops shaking and I can finally fill my lungs with air, I collapse onto Santi’s chest, exhausted.
“Holy shit,” he whispers. One of his hands lifts off my butt to rest in the middle of my back. “That was…” He shakes his head. “Wow.”
I giggle. “Yeah, that was pretty great, huh?”
“Better than great,” he objects. “That was life altering. I’m pretty sure I entered an alternate dimension and everything.”
I grin against his chest and give myself a moment to simply bask in the fun we just had. The death of a pedophile and sex… What a night. That’s definitely not something I would’ve done if I was still CeCe.
Santi seems content with me lying on him. I listen to his slowing heartbeat as my head rises and falls with each deep breath he takes. Finally, when the feeling of our combined arousal leaking out of me gets to feel a bit much, I sit up.
“So… we’re probably going to have to stop at a drug store,” I tell him as I slide off his lap. I grab a piece of what remains of my shirt and use it to clean myself off.
“Why?” he asks as he slowly sits up. There’s a goofy grin split across his face and he looks a bit dazed.
I give him a pointed look. “Because I’m not on birth control and we didn’t use protection.”
Santi frowns thoughtfully at this but doesn’t say anything. It’s not until we’re both dressed, minus a shirt for Santi since I’ve taken it to cover myself, that he says, “Huh, I guess I never had to worry about that before.”
He chuckles and I smile at that.
I glance around the cabin, which is more like a large shed that was converted into a hangout spot. I start to open my mouth to ask where the plaid eighties couch and floor lamp came from—which are the only pieces of furniture in the room—when Santi continues.
“Rhett wouldn’t have forgotten. Maybe next time we can have him pack a couple condoms for—”
Reality shatters as horror washes over me.
“Oh my god!” I screech, spinning around to face Santi.
He blinks in surprise then whirls around to look behind him, out the open door. “What? What is it?”
“Rhett! I forgot about him!” All joy is ripped away in an instant. “What’s he going to say about this? Aren’t you two a thing?”
There’s a flicker of hurt that comes and goes so quickly that if I hadn’t been watching his face so closely I wouldn’t have noticed. Santi covers it quickly and shrugs.
“He won’t care. He’s always said he doesn’t want anything serious so what’s he got to be upset about?”
My heart cracks at the whisper of pain that Santi can’t quite hide in his voice.
Santi clearly gives a hundred percent into everything that he does.
Whether that’s running The Shop, killing someone, or ravishing his lover’s body—he does it all wholeheartedly.
It bothers me that he’s not loved as fully by someone he obviously adores.
I sigh, letting my shoulders drop. I don’t know if it’s the long day, the night out in Caddawalk, the The Hunt, or being thoroughly fucked, but I’m suddenly beat. Grabbing my boots I slip them on and then check that my gun is still securely attached to the holster at my hip.
“I don’t know, Santi,” I start as I head for the open door. “We probably shouldn’t do this again in case—”
“Look.” He grabs my hand before I leave.
I turn to face him, ready to tell him to let go but that darkness is back and there’s a thick, oily energy around Santi that instantly makes me go still.
“You don’t get to run from this. You don’t get to run from me.
My cum has painted your insides and covered your skin.
That’s a claim, Blair. I’ve kissed your soul and while you were distracted, I devoured small pieces of it. You’re mine now, got it?”
I stand there frozen in place, stressed and unsure of how to react to Santi when he’s like this. My silence doesn’t deter him. He continues, stepping closer as he does.
“What’s between Rhett and I—that’s on him to figure out.
He doesn’t want to be happy,” Santi explains, scowling.
“Anytime he finds himself enjoying something, or someone, he backs off and punishes himself for it. I’ve tried everything to get him to just live a little but he wants to suffer.
He thinks he deserves it. I’ve been trapped in his bubble of suffering because I hate the thought of him dealing with it alone.
But what about me? What about us, Blair? ”
I frown. “What about us?”
Santi throws up his free hand in frustration. “We don’t have to be miserable just because he is. We can be happy together. Already life is so much better with you around.”
The unexpected compliment throws me for a loop and my face warms in response. I look away but Santi grabs my jaw and forces me to look back up at him.
“When Rhett comes around, it will be to the idea of both of us,” he says confidently, a smile returning as he stares down at me.
“Because there’s no me without you now. And while it dawns on him that he’s missing out on the time of his life, you and I can live and love, kill and terrorize together—we’re the best of both the light and darkness that’s in this world.
Let’s be greedy with one another’s affections, carino. ”
The hope blazing in his eyes steals my breath away. My heart begins to hammer in my chest as his words sink into my psyche. If Santi can live by the seat of his pants and accept my flaws, I think it’s only right to give him that grace too.
I smile up at him.
“Alright, Santi,” I reach up and place a hand in the middle of his chest. “Let’s be greedy with one another.”
He beams so brightly that I nearly wince. It’s like looking at the sun.
“Perfect, carino,” he declares triumphantly.
“Now let’s go dispose of our first murder victim together.
After we dump his car in the quarry, we’ll get you some Plan B.
And you know what? I saw a hot tub on the side of the road on the way here, we should check that out to see if it’s worth buying.
I’d love to fuck you in a hot tub next.”