Chapter 16 #3
I flopped back on my bed. I was getting dizzy. Shapes and colors were frolicking around him. My ceiling was going crazy again. His pupils were doing crazy things, expanding and contracting. He licked his lips, as if tasting me on them. Watching him do that made my body burn with need.
“When I take you,” Drustan murmured. “You should beg me again, just like this.”
I groaned and shook my head. “I’m not begging.” I wasn’t begging him…was I? Panicking, I pushed on his shoulders. He complied, shifting his massive body off me.
“No!” I gasped, grasping fistfuls of his linen shirt to pull him back on top of me. I didn’t want to push him away completely. Just enough to let him know I was in charge.
I wrapped both of my legs around his narrow waist, searching for that brief feeling of evidence that he was just as desperate for me as I was for him.
I wanted him all over me. On top of me. Inside of me.
Smothering me. Whatever I could take. I wanted to crawl underneath his skin and settle in.
I wanted him to break me open and undo me.
“You’ll beg me,” Drustan repeated, gently brushing his lips against my temple, “But you’ll do so with a sound mind. Understanding exactly who you’re talking to, and what you’re begging me for.”
Shaking my head against his soft lips, I rolled my pelvis against him again.
“Take me,” I whimpered.
Drustan chuckled, shifting us. I grumbled, but my limbs were becoming loose and weak, so I had no choice but to comply when he tucked himself behind me, wrapping me in his long arms. Tossing a leg between both of mine.
The hot breath of his voice coated my neck and ear when he murmured, “Touch yourself.”
I didn’t even hesitate.
Reaching into my pajama bottoms, I found exactly what I needed. I had never responded this immediately to my own touch. But…I wanted his hand on me, not my own.
“Touch me.” My eyes were closed, but colors and shapes still danced behind my lids. I patted behind me, smacking his large thigh and firm ass in search of his hand. He grasped my wandering fingers before guiding my own hand into my pajama bottoms again.
“Show me what you like, my song. I need to know.” Drustan’s lips moved against the shell of my ear, making me groan with need.
I couldn’t wait any longer. If I didn’t come soon, I was going to die.
I was a mess between my legs, made even worse by my arousal, but I ignored it while rubbing myself with gentle, rapid movements of my fingers circling where I was most sensitive.
“Touch me.” I pleaded again. Fine, technically, I was begging. But he was a drug-induced hallucination, so I wouldn’t beat myself up about it too much.
“Oh, I will,” Drustan promised. “Show me, first.” Still, he refused to touch me. Instead, he simply held me in his arms. Tucking me against his chest as I worked my fingers over my clit.
Drustan’s voice was in my ear, telling me how well I was going to take him one day.
Picturing him undoing his otherworldly pants and lining himself up with me is what sent me over the edge.
Even though orgasms were always wonderful, especially whilst stoned, I knew as soon as it started cresting within me that it wasn’t enough.
I throbbed, I gasped, and fire exploded between my legs, warming my veins, all the way down to my fingertips and toes.
And yet, when I floated back down to earth and pulled my hand out of my shorts, I felt… unsatisfied.
Exhausted, but needing more.
Sleep was slowly smothering me, pulling me under against my will. I was falling asleep while fully aware of the unconsciousness taking over.
I made a sound of protest against the phenomenon. Warmth greeted me again, calming my restless body and mind, wrapping me in its arms and tucking me against its chest.
I knew what that warmth was now, but I soon forgot what it was. All I knew was that it was safe.
When my new favorite melody started to hum in my ears, I was willing to allow sleep to finally happen. I had one last lingering thought before soothing darkness took over my mind.
…These drugs were strictly okay.
I hadn’t had that deep of a sleep in a very long time. The next morning, I felt snuggly and warm and safe. I pried my eyes open, stretching and taking my sweet ass time getting out of bed.
Though I was pretty sure I experienced some out-of-pocket hallucinations last night, that tea Audrey gave me sure did the trick. I couldn’t feel a single cramp or ache in my body. No random boob pain. No nausea. Nothing.
What a beautiful thing to exist.
Stretching again, I rolled onto my side, and my hand smacked something hard. Tapping my hand on it again, I finally registered what I was feeling next to me.
A string instrument.
The same one I saw at Bandthral. And it was beautiful.
Audrey really didn’t have to do that for me, but I appreciated her little gift regardless.
I immediately sat up, grabbing the neck of it and resting it in my lap, like it was a precious infant or something. It looked like a violin, but with two necks and an oblong shape.
I loved it.
Grabbing my phone off the nightstand, I sent Audrey a quick thank-you text. Within a minute, she responded.
Audrey: You’re welcome?
Short. Sweet. Simple. She always got uncomfortable whenever I fawned over her for taking care of me or doing nice things.
Audrey was genuine like that. So now that the obligatory thank you, you’re welcome exchange was out of the way, I adjusted my seat so that my back was resting against the headboard and started plucking away.