46. Tess
TESS
“Another video from that religious weirdo?” Blade leaned forward.
My throat tightened as her glistening body drew closer in slow motion. The fresh scent of soap enveloping me. Every piercing, every tattoo, every inch of muscle was on display.
And I had no idea where to look.
Locking my screen, I jumped back, nearly throwing the phone at her as I covered my eyes. “Why are you naked?!”
The headboard bit into my back as I cowered against it, but I didn’t care. I needed to get away from her. It wasn’t safe to see her like that.
But I couldn’t help peeking between my fingers as she shrugged. “My clothes are in the other room. Didn’t think you’d complain, though.”
She winked as she took a seat on the bed, leaving a damp spot on the foot of the comforter. “That first night was pretty incredible. And it seems like you’ve been thinking about me too, Trinket.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” I shrank into the corner as she leaned back onto her elbows, annexing the lower half of my bed.
“Why else would you have been poking around my room?” The laugh that rumbled from her chest was easy. It choked out every believable excuse I could come up with.
“I was… making sure you hadn’t taken any of my shit.”
“Your things aren’t what I’m after, Tess. It’s your mind I want.” Her head lolled to the side, eyes drifting greedily over my legs. I tucked them against my chest. “I want to occupy your every fucking thought, baby. I want you to be just as obsessed with me as I am with you.”
Her tongue swiped over her teeth like a predator sizing up its prey.
Before I knew it, she was on the move, stalking across the bed on her hands and knees. “You know, what we did by Carnival Chaos doesn’t have to be exclusive to Fright Night. Just say the word, and I’ll take you anytime…”
I should have run, but her gaze locked me in place like a scared animal.
Her hand was damp as it wrapped around my ankles, pulling my legs away from my chest. Her fingers sent goosebumps up my thighs as she traced over the skin lightly. Small droplets from her wet hair sizzled cool against my hot skin.
Before I knew it, I was caged underneath her with her thigh between my legs.
“We… shouldn’t…” I whimpered, unable to look away from her entrancing green eyes.
“We shouldn’t? Or you don’t want to?”
“We…” As she pressed her thigh to my folds, the words dissolved on my tongue. Tremors of anticipation quaked through my center. The truth was, it had been far too long since I’d come properly.
I didn’t have any sex toys in this place, and fucking this sexy, deranged dyke was way too enticing. I knew from experience that the way Blade used my body was leagues beyond what I could do with my own hand.
Fuck it.
“The door…” I whimpered. I hadn’t thought to close it while I was chasing her into my bedroom. Anyone who passed through the hallway would get a free show.
But she hardly spared it a glance, running her tongue up my neck instead. I squirmed against her leg, barely biting back a pathetic groan as she breathed in my ear. “Scared we might attract some company?”
Without warning, she swiped a long finger through my folds before holding it out in front of me. “You don’t have to lie, Trinket. I know it excites you. I’ve seen the way you look at Nash.”
I flushed, unsure if I should deny the accusation. But she didn’t give me the chance.
The next thing I knew, she was pulling me into a greedy kiss. Her slick finger dug into the nape of my neck as her tongue swept past my lips.
A moan rumbled from my chest and straight into her mouth as her tongue teased mine. The cool, smooth metal of her piercings was a stark contrast to the warmth of her tongue, and I was desperate for the sensation.
My hips bucked up against her, no doubt coating her leg with my excitement. But as hard as I thrashed, there was nowhere else to go. Blade had my hips pinned beneath her own.
Supporting her weight on the forearm that caged my head, her other hand was free to explore my body. She skimmed up and down my sides, raising goosebumps on my skin that made me want to scream.
And just before the sensation became too much, her fingers slid down to my center, teasing at my clit while her hips rocked into mine.
My palms rose on their own free will, pressing flat to the tight muscles at her hips. I couldn’t help digging my nails into her skin. The sinewy ropes of muscle shifted each time she ground against my center, making my eyes roll back in my head.
“Fuck, Blade…” I whimpered into her mouth. “Fuck I need you to—oh!”
Her fingers plunged into my center before I could finish the request. Two at a time, she pumped deep into my center, massaging my clit with her palm on each stroke. “Is this what you think about? When you touch yourself at night?”
I choked on a gasp, running a claw down her back. “I don’t—”
“I know you touch yourself, Tess. The walls here are only so thick.” I flushed as she pulled back to look in my eyes. I’d only done it a couple of times, but I knew I was caught.
Before I could offer some shameful excuse, she lowered her mouth to my neck, biting the tendons with bruising force. “I like it, Trinket. Would be a shame for a pretty girl like you to go without coming for so long. But I like it best when I’m the one making you scream.”
“Ahhhh,” I hissed, clutching onto her so tight I thought I might draw blood.
“You can do better than that.” She sucked her teeth, sinking down between my legs. “Let me hear you.”
Her tongue flicked over my clit, drawing a deep moan from my lips. The cool metal of her piercing tapped at the bud with expert timing, making my back arch off the mattress.
“Blade.” I fisted her blonde curls with a gasp. I was desperate for something solid to hold on to, a way to ground myself amidst the warm buzzing she produced in my core.
“You’ve made quite a mess down here, Tess.” She licked my slick thigh, pooling my excitement on her tongue for me to see.
“I made a mess?” I tugged her hair, but she only took it as an encouragement, plunging her tongue deep into my center and curving it against my walls.
Every once in a while, a particularly pathetic whine would slip my lips, drawing a laugh from hers that hummed right against my sensitive nerves.
I was close — so close to my climax.
But as I gave in to her, letting her drag me closer and closer to an orgasm, I couldn’t stop thinking about the long, smooth handles of her axes — the way it had felt to have her slip them inside of me. So wrong, yet so good.
I wanted Blade inside of me. Any way I could have her.
“Please,” I whimpered, squirming under the relentless teasing of her tongue.
“Please what?” she murmured between tastes.
“Your room.” I managed. “Do you have a… strap?”
Blade stopped what she was doing, her mouth agape. As she looked up at me, a chill rippled up my spine.
For a moment, I feared I’d offended her. But then that raspy chuckle brushed past her lips. “Oh sweet thing, you aren’t ready for what’s in my room.”
Disappointment bloomed in my chest as she slid off of me, standing from the bed.
“Where are you—?”
Before the question was past my lips, she was by the headboard, wrapping her long, calloused fingers around my bedpost. “This will work.”
Gripping it with both hands, she threw her weight back, tugging on the post with all of her strength.
“Blade!” I gasped as the bed shook. But she just pressed her foot into the base of the frame and tried again. The wood splintered under her force, and then—
SNAP.
In three pulls, she’d managed to crack the bedpost, freeing a foot of polished, tapered wood. Holding the splintered end in her palm, Blade hopped back onto the bed with a wicked glint in her eyes.
“You’re kidding…” I stammered, utterly shocked by the sheer strength she’d just unleashed.
“Aren’t you just a little bit curious?” She grinned.
Before my better sense could take hold, she lowered the post to my center, teasing my slick entrance with the polished end. My eyelids fluttered as I gripped her strong shoulder, swollen from exertion.
“Just lay back and let me take care of you, Trinket. Don’t I always make you feel good?”
My head rolled in a lazy nod, falling back against the pillow as she eased the tapered end of the post into my center. I could feel myself stretching to accommodate its girth, pressure tightening and relaxing at each curve of the wood.
“Oh fuck,” I hissed, nails digging into her shoulder as she eased the oak in and out of me. Her impulse hadn’t been wrong; she did know what she was doing. And the effortlessness with which my body accommodated the wood meant that clearly, I was fucking excited.
A twisted smirk painted her lips as she watched me cave for her, giving her complete control. “That’s it, baby. I told you I knew what you needed.”
The post plunged into my center over and over, punctuating her every sentence with a fullness that reverberated through my very core. Yet somehow, I wanted more. I needed her to fill me, to push me to my limit, to—
“Hands and knees,” Blade smirked, pulling the post out of me with agonizing slowness.
The second it was out, I did as she said, presenting myself on the center of the bed. As I adjusted, Blade slipped a pillow beneath my head.
“Something to hold on to.”
Something to scream into, more like.
In shifting, my knees brushed against a wet spot my excitement had created on the duvet.
My mind wanted to believe that this was deranged, so out of character for me. But clearly, my body was an eager participant.
A flat palm traced down my back before hooking around my hip, lifting me so that I was on full display for Blade. “God, your body is so beautiful Tess. I just want to—”
“Break me?” I whimpered.
Deep longing rumbled in her voice. “Is that what you want, Trinket?”
“Please,” I whispered.
It was all the invitation she needed. The next thing I knew the post was plunging into me with savage speed, filling me to the very brim. While the oak stretched me, Blade’s free hand sank between my legs, teasing my clit with expert precision.
The mix of pressure and tingling was almost too much to bear. My eyes rolled back in my skull and my jaw fell open, unleashing a cacophony of unholy sounds from my chest. I’d never been so desperate to orgasm, so entranced in ecstasy.
“That’s it, baby.” Hunger and elation mingled in Blade’s voice. “Come for me.”
And as if her words unlocked a pathway in my mind, my body complied instantly. A fresh wave of pleasure rushed my every nerve.
I screamed, planting my face firmly into the pillow, though it was hardly enough to muffle my cries. My hips rocked back into her, desperate for every inch of satisfaction that she was offering.
My body was still shaking when I lifted my head. My cries had quieted, but the aftershocks of her pleasure were still vibrating through my core when I spotted it: the tail end of a shadow darkening the doorway.
Cyrus, drowning out my whimpers with a slam of the door as she disappeared down the hallway.