Chapter 22 #2
“Humor me, dead girl, but why is it you sleep so much despite simply being a lost soul within these walls?”
Dare I say it, she usually sleeps like the dead. Normally, she doesn’t wake up at all when I pay her a visit.
Thankfully, the blissful look in her eyes vanishes. “I don’t know. Did you happen to research the afterlife before you snapped my neck?”
“No. I have no time for something so pointless.”
Sable huffs, glaring daggers at me. “Why are you in my room?” she asks, crossing her arms and leaning against the headboard, her cleavage drawing my attention, and by the Devil do I almost gulp.
My knuckles turn white. “Do you want the truth or non-truth?”
“Are you capable of telling the truth?” Shit, my dick twitches at her snappy tone. “Or are you just good for killing people and being a royal pain in my goddamn ass?”
“I’m good at a lot of things. One being making you scream my name before falling through a window and perishing.” I tilt my head. “You aren’t still embarrassed by that, are you? Because you should be.”
“Cunt,” she mutters under her breath then throws the duvet off so she can slide her legs off the edge of the bed.
Her bare skin catches my attention.
It’s not real, I tell myself.
Sable is glaring at me, and a part of me wants to get up and walk out of here, to never look her in the eyes again, but another part of me—one I think is winning me over—wants something else.
Those naked thighs—her sleep shorts barely covering what lies between them—clench together when I continue to stare at her, and she averts her gaze, goose pimples taking over her skin. “If you’re here just to be an asshole, then with all due disrespect, fuck off.”
I scrub my jaw and blame the lack of sleep for what comes out of my mouth next.
“And what if I’m not here to be an asshole?”
The silence is deafening, and I can practically see her pulse hammering against the side of her throat. It makes my mouth water, the idea of tasting the skin right there. Of drawing the flesh between my teeth and hearing her preen.
“I’m still sore,” she admits. “If what you were looking for was mindless action to make the time go by.”
I shake my head. Mindless? She thinks what we did was mindless?
Is she trying to say she was fucking bored when she was choking my cock to within an inch of my life? That she wasn’t losing her sanity like I was?
As much as I want to stick my dick in her again, my tongue is tingling for something else I’ve yet to taste.
“How sore are you?”
Her shoulder lifts, a shyness taking over her usual don’t fuck with me exterior.
Her innocence is showing.
At least it does for a single second before that wall of hers comes right back up.
It makes me lean forward. My blood rushes with heat, searing my veins as I draw closer until I drop to the ground at her feet.
She watches me intently, no hesitation in her eyes as her hooded gaze follows the movements of my hands as they grasp her knees.
The atmosphere turns electric, and I’m sure the lamp beside her bed flickers from the energy, her pupils expanding as I slide my palms up her thighs, parting them.
Mindless? She’s going to scream the word right out of her mind.
“I know this house is fucking with us,” I say, kneading her flesh and pushing her legs further apart until she lowers back onto her elbows, not daring to break the eye contact we’re trapped in. “If you don’t want this, then I need you to be vocal about it.”
The quietness—beyond those steady pants escaping her and growing ever harsher—is killing me.
My fingers slide under her shorts until I feel the drenched panties covering her pussy. Her jaw ticks like she wants to push me away and beat me to a pulp, but her eyes tell me the truth.
I know that look.
Longing. Desperation. Need. It’s her desires seeping through.
“Your body can betray you. You’re aroused and soaked and needy, but it’s only real if you tell me.”
And I need you to tell me it’s not all in my head.
I pause, pulling my hands from her underwear when all she does is stare at me with hunger in her eyes, but then she leans up and captures one of my hands. “If you stop, I might make your life here worse than Hell.”
I chuckle as I let her lean back then place my hand on her inner thigh, my fucking chest tightening at how perfect she is for me.
My cock hardens as I trace her thighs with my hands.
My thumbs rub into the flesh, a smirk playing on my lips as I lower my touch from the apex of her legs to pay attention to her calves, massaging the muscles and loving the way she gasps as my mouth presses to the side of her knee.
I’m not a romantic man. I don’t take my time with this stuff, and I’ve never felt any desire to eat pussy.
But with Sable, I want to taste every single inch of her body. I want to push my tongue into her cunt and drink her essence, to lick a trail down her spine until I reach her ass, then spread her cheeks and eat her out there too.
Fuck, this girl drives me mad, and I don’t even care.
Sable whimpers as I drag wet kisses up her thigh until I reach her shorts, then move to a darker, soaked patch right where I need to devour.
Her eyes are screwed shut. It annoys me that she isn’t watching me hook my fingers into the waistband of her shorts and panties, dragging them both down her legs and tossing them somewhere in the dilapidated room.
If someone comes in, they wouldn’t see her or her clothes.
I’ll just look like I’m eating out a fucking bed.
The deep groan pulled from my chest has her opening her eyes to see me mesmerized by her cunt—so pretty and pink and wet, and it’s all mine.
“Your scent is so addictive,” I tell her, and she tenses all over as I press my thumb to her clit. “Whenever you’re aroused near me, it drives me insane.”
My tongue tingles for a taste, but I take my time, enjoying the way her chest rises and falls as I bring my other hand to her pussy, parting her perfect lips with my thumbs, rubbing the sides and catching some of her wetness.
I bring my thumb to my mouth, a groan filling the room at the ecstasy of her on my tongue.
“Fuck,” I whisper, and she cries out as I bury my face between her legs, sucking her clit into my mouth.
It lasts all but a second before I’m freeing the sensitive area and kissing down the side of her pussy, grabbing the backs of her thighs and forcing her knees up so I can get a better angle to lick her from entrance to clit.
Her hands fly to my hair, grasping handfuls of it and tugging so hard, I know I’ll be sore later.
“So wrong,” I think I hear her whisper.
A smile pulls at my lips as I scrape my teeth over her sensitive flesh for a second. “You call this wrong. I call it inevitable.”
My cock is throbbing so painfully that I release one of her thighs and shove my hand down my pants, fisting my cock tightly with each slow pull of my tongue against her pussy.
I’m tensing up with each stroke, each lick, each time I push my tongue through her entrance, her grip on my hair controlling my face so she can ride it.
She’s gasping, my name a whisper on her lips as I devour her, precum leaking from my tip as I fuck my own hand.
“Oh God,” she moans. “Keep going.”
Such a silly comment. Doesn’t she understand that nothing is going to stop me from eating her pussy?
“Is this what mindless looks like to you?” I suck harshly on her clit, and she yelps, grinding her hips, not stopping me when my free hand reaches up to tug down the front of her top to palm her breast.
Her nipple is hard against my hand, tightening between my fingers as I pinch—at the same time I flick my tongue on her clit.
“Tell me to stop. I want to hear how weak your voice gets when you try.”
She needs this just as desperately as I do. Shit, I think I might need it more.
I could pull my mouth away and fuck her. My dick is only a few strokes away from exploding, her pussy is soaked enough to handle me, and I want to feel her bare chest against mine.
Sable’s crying out for God and me and tugging my hair, and my dick can’t handle it.
Letting out a deep, husky moan against her core, I quicken my strokes, strangling my cock, my vision blurring. My tongue slips through her entrance and tastes her cum, warm heat wrapping around my spine as ropes of my own release shoot from my crown.
She cries as I wrap my lips around her clit, bringing my cum-soaked fingers to her entrance and pushing them in deep to the knuckles. I thrust her through her high, her legs crushing my head, her back arching off the mattress as she screams my name and lets go of my hair to grasp her own.
So perfect. The way she looks when she comes. The way she sounds. The way she tastes. It’s enough for me to leak more cum from my tip and push her to the pinnacle by thrusting faster, harder, deeper.
I swallow her, my throat welcoming her taste, and if I had all the time in the world, I’d stay here, buried in her pussy, pushing her to come again and again and again.
“Lynx,” she whimpers as I start to slow down, dragging my fingers in and out, drawing my mouth away to look at her. I watch her chest rise and fall while my fingers keep moving.
Her legs are shaking, her eyes glazed over, and her lips look so inviting, I want to lean up and capture them.
Stupid thoughts.
The sound of her soaked pussy and my fingers gently thrusting fills the room until I slow to a stop, and when I pull them out, she tenses all over.
Leaning up so I’m hovering over her, my cock presses against her inner thigh, and my gaze is drawn to her mouth so fucking badly. Why do I want to kiss this girl so desperately?
She finally comes down from her high, eyes barely open, and pats my shoulder dismissively like she would to a dog.
I glance at her hand. “What are you doing?”
Her arm drops, and she rolls onto her side, making me shift so I’m no longer above her.
My lips part as I stare at her. Did she just…?
I feel used.