Chapter 16 Lydia
Lydia
Hendricks sets me down and locks both the front and back doors, leaving us completely alone as chaos rages outside. I feel rattled and disoriented. The alcohol is swimming about in my head and my legs feel wobbly.
“What’s happening?” I ask, not knowing what to do or even where my friends could be.
Didn’t they say something about going to the guy’s cabin from earlier?
Hopefully, they’re staying put and not out there with whatever is prowling around out there.
The closest I’ve ever come to a wild animal is a stray raccoon that visits my garbage can every once in a while.
A wolf? Or rather, a pack of wolves? Forget it. I’d become minced meat.
Hendricks doesn’t answer me and is instead looking out the window, concern clearly etched on his face.
“Do you need to go back out there?” I ask, and this time he turns his attention onto me.
“No. I don’t need to be anywhere but right here. Are you alright?”
Another set of howls reaches my ears and goosebumps erupt on my skin.
“They sound close,” I say, hearing the fear in my voice.
“I won’t let anything happen to you,” he promises, and with the way he’s looking at me, I believe him.
“I hope they give you a raise then, because I’m sure protecting a scared guest isn’t in your job description. You’re supposed to be scaring us,” I joke.
He gives me a lopsided smile, showing the tips of his elongated canines while his hands are casually gripping his slim hips. Damn, why is that so hot?
The room looks like a bomb went off in here, with clothes strewn about, makeup in various places, and beds unmade, including my own.
I rarely make my bed even at home. With my job at the nursing home, I barely have enough energy to eat dinner and brush my teeth before I spill into my plush full-sized bed and conk out for the night. Being a nurse is exhausting work.
I go to the small window, intent on opening up the shutter that’s obstructing my view on what’s happening out there, but Hendricks blocks my way.
“What gives?” I ask, crossing my arms over my chest.
“If I’m to keep you safe, I’m going to need you not to look at what’s going on out there,” he says firmly.
His jaw is set, and his eyes implore me to understand.
And even though I don’t, there’s a part of me that wants to trust him, but I have no idea why.
I just met him. He could be a cold-blooded murderer for all I know, and here I am alone in this cabin with him.
A perfect opportunity for a murderer to go and do what murderers do best.
“I’m not going to hurt you, Lydia,” he says like he can read my mind.
He steps into my space, crowding me into the wood paneled wall behind.
My back is flush against it as I look up at him, taking in his broad shoulders, jet-black hair that falls over his forehead and shrouds his ocean blue eyes. He’s stunning.
My gaze lands on his mouth, tracking the lip piercing there and remembering the cool taste of metal against my lips.
“Are you scared, Lydia?” He asks, putting his hand gently along my collarbone, sliding it up my neck to cup my chin. His touch is gentle yet firm. It’s clear he knows exactly the kind of effect he has on me.
My heart hammers wildly against my ribs like a bird stuck in a cage. The sound from outside seems to dim as I stare up at him, wanting his mouth on mine.
I forget everything in that moment, only thinking of the space between our bodies.
“No, I’m not scared,” I say, licking my lips.
And for once I know that those words are true.
I’ve spent the entire time here feeling terrified, but now here I am face to face with an objectively frightening, but hot scare actor, and fear is the furthest thing from my mind.
The taste of him still lingers on my tongue, and I know I want more.
“You should be,” he whispers leaning down so his mouth is at the same level as my ear. He pulls me to him then, landing a searing kiss on my lips.
This kiss is different than our first.
Without the prying eyes of people around us, it becomes deeper and more animalistic by the second.
His hands are wound tightly into my hair and our bodies are smashed together.
I can feel his growing length pressing against my stomach all hot and long and begging to be played with.
I want to feel him inside me, filling me up.
My leg wraps around the back of his hips and he brings a hand down to my ass, grinding himself against me.
My panties grow wet as he thrusts, pushing my back into the wall.
He growls into my mouth as he finds the hem of my dress.
“Take this off,” he demands, tugging at the thin fabric and letting my foot slide to the floor for stability.
It’s a halter dress, so I lift my hands to the back of my neck and pull at the knot I’d tied there earlier. It slips off my form easily, pooling at my feet.
Hendricks’ eyes go wide as saucers as he takes me in.
I’d chosen to go braless for the evening but still have my boy short underwear on covering my lower half.
His eyes roam every inch of my body, stalling where the only scrap of fabric is left.
“You won’t be needing that anymore,” he says, grabbing it in his hand. One second my underwear is on me, and the next it’s ripped clean off. He drops the tattered remnants onto the floor and takes in how wet he’s made me with a satisfied smirk on his stupidly handsome face.
“What?” I ask, feeling my old insecurities rearing up as he looks at me.
The voices of old lovers is always the loudest at intimate, vulnerable moments like this, when I want to trust myself with someone new, but the old habits want to tear any possibility down before there’s an opportunity to get hurt again.
It’s something I’m not proud of and wish I could just waltz around with the confidence of a goddess, but unfortunately, I’m a mere mortal with flaws and all, and this is one of them.
“You’re so fucking stunning,” he says in a way that makes my shoulders relax and my already pounding heart, pound even harder. Those words shouldn’t mean as much as they do, having just met this guy, but they seem to heal a broken sliver of my psyche all the same.
“Let me taste you,” he says, kneeling before me and opening my legs. Even though his words sound like a demand, it also sounds like a question. Like he’s giving me a choice to say no and walk away if I want to. But I don’t. I want him to keep looking at me the way he is and make me feel good.
I’ve been living my life on autopilot, but I realize this fucked up place, and this hot as hell guy make me feel alive. And I think I really like that.
“Yes, please,” I answer both as a plea and a prayer.
He brings my leg up over his shoulder and presses his thumb against my clit. The contact sends a jolt throughout my body, and I clench up.
“Relax,” he encourages. He’s close enough that I can feel his feather light breath on my pussy making shivers erupt along my skin. He rubs the area, feeling just how wet I’ve gotten for him.
“Fuck, Lydia. You have no idea just how much I want this,” he says. With a tortured groan he licks me from my entrance to my clit and my knees buckle.
“Holy shit!”
He chuckles and then moves his hands to my backside.
“Ride my face, baby. I want to make you come all over me. I want your juices coating every fucking inch of me, and I want your taste on my tongue.”
My mouth pops open in surprise, but I do as he commands.
I move my hips slowly at first, but his hands urge me on.
His grip pulls me against him, feeling his mouth and tongue ravage me as I grind down on his face.
His slips a finger into me, keeping one hand on my ass to hold me steady.
His finger swirls inside me and then he adds another, making me gasp and writhe down on him even harder.
I’m like putty in his hands, moving for him however he wants, while still finding a way to chase my own pleasure.
It’s like he knows exactly what I want and need before I even realize it.
His elongated teeth hit the outside of my entrance and a part of me want him to bite me.
Not hard but enough to give me a jolt. I hold his hair in my hands moving him the way I want, though he doesn’t need much direction.
His blue eyes stare up at me then as his tongue sweeps in between his fingers.
“Bite me,” I whisper and those eyes of his dilate.
He pushes me back against the wall harder and with the flick of his tongue I feel the slightest pinch of two teeth. A zap of energy hits my nerves, and I clench down around him, wanting more.
The bridge of his nose runs along my wet clit while the sting of his bite still pulsates on my skin, making me shatter completely.
I’m a shaking mess of limbs and pleasure as I ride out my orgasm, using his face for my passion.
I don’t think I’ve ever come so fast or so hard, but the combination of his fingers inside me and the way he uses his tongue has set me on fire.
And I never want to stop feeling this way.
My knees nearly give out as he sets my leg down from how I’ve been standing, but he grabs me about my hips. His mouth glistens with the sight of my cum in the soft cabin light and I feel lightheaded as I stare up at this mammoth of a man who’s just given me the best orgasm of my life.
“You alright?” He asks, licking his lips and I wonder if he likes the taste of me there.
“That was—” I struggle to take a breath.
He smirks brushing a stray hair out of my face, tucking it behind my ear.
“You taste so fucking good. Do you want to have a little taste of yourself?” He asks, bending down so that his mouth is only a few centimeters away from my mine. I grip him by the back of the neck and pull him down to me, feel emboldened.