Chapter 10 Drawn To The Pain #2
“Fuck this.” He whispers right before his lips crash into mine.
Saint’s touch unlocks something in me. Something needy, something that has been deprived for far too long.
My hands wrangle themselves into his hair, tugging him to the side to deepen our kiss.
He drags me away from the door, leaving it slightly opened behind us.
We stumble over one another as we make our way through the hallway.
Both of us unwilling to let go of the other.
It’s as if we’re each other's oxygen, a lifeline we can’t go without.
He pulls my tongue into his mouth, lightly sucking.
The feeling goes straight to my core, making me pulse with desire.
He reaches behind him, opening the door opposite to the bathroom. His bedroom.
“Saint,” I start as I push him off of me long enough to get the words out. “Not in there. Please.”
His eyes darken, “Please don’t take this away from me too, Nova.” He grabs onto the back of my neck, pulling me back in until our lips are brushing one another. “Let me have this. Let me have you.”
I let out a shuttered breath, allowing my resolve to crash with my exhale. I give Saint a short nod, and he wastes no time taking me back into him. He walks backwards with me in his grasp, leading us over to the bed. The comforter is black, with matching pillows to decorate the top of the bed.
Saint slowly eases himself onto the bed, pulling me onto his lap.
I straddle his jeans, feeling his hardened cock underneath me.
I can’t help but grind against him, desperate for any form of friction.
I break our kiss, looking down to the barrier between us.
A darkened spot on his pants shows through, and I admire, licking my lips.
The desire to taste his precum envelopes me.
I slide off of his lap, letting my knees balance my weight as they touch the floor. Saint lets out a shutter as my body rolls against his.
“Nova…” he groans out and I peer up at him. My lashes flutter as the temptation continues to deepen. It leaves me feeling drunk. My hands dance against his belt, gently tugging to undo the buckle. When it snags, his large hands cover mine, helping me to untangle it from his body.
I drag the zipper down and tug at the waistband on his black boxers.
His length springs free and I salivate at the sight.
Long veins travel up and down him, his tip an angry red that’s just begging to be sucked on.
Four metal bars go through the bottom side of him, leaving little balls to decorate.
I’ve heard of these piercings before, but never thought I’d actually see one.
I bite onto my bottom lip, looking up at him one more time.
The need plastered across his face gives me all the reassurance I needed.
My tongue fans out as I press it against the side of his dick.
I begin to slowly lick up and down, basking in the taste of Saint.
When I get to the tip and dip my tongue into the droplet of cum leaking out, I moan with pleasure.
His salty yet semi sweet taste takes over my senses.
“Novaaa” he groans out almost painfully. “Baby please.”
I hum, letting the vibrations hit his cock. Then I take him into my mouth, swirling my tongue around him as I slide him deeper and deeper into me.
From the corner of my eye, I watch as he fists the sheets. He’s barely able to contain himself and we had just started. His desire reflects my own as a throbbing develops in my clit. My orgasm begging me to be released.
I slide back up, slowing down to explore the jewelry with my tongue. The cool metal is such a stark contrast to the heat of his skin, and all I can wonder is what that would feel like inside me. Slowly rubbing against my g-spot, driving me to new heights.
“Faster baby,” he growls out, finally finding the courage to fist my hair rather than the bedspread.
He gently tugs, giving me plenty of time to tell him no, before he starts moving my head at his desired speed.
As my head is pushed down I gag and tears fill my eyes.
“Are you okay?” He mumbles out. I can feel his fingers twitch as he tries so hard to restrain himself.
“Mhm” I try to respond, although it comes out muffled. Instead I peer up at him, letting my eyes give the okay my stuffed mouth can’t.
Saint loses the last bit of resolve he had so desperately been clinging too, forcing his cock back into my throat. My drool begins to drip from his length as he pushes harder and harder, filling the room around us with sloppy noises.
I grip onto his thighs to keep myself supported. His hold is so strong it leaves me feeling small. “I need to be inside you.” Saint pulls me off of him, letting my spit drip onto my chin. “You are so fucking perfect.”
He maneuvers me until I’m able to lay down on the bed. As he crawls on top of me, he brings his thumb up to wipe off my chin. “My perfect Dying Star.”
“Yours?” I ask back breathlessly.
He reaches down, yanking on the jeans I had on before responding. “Mine.”
The words send me into a fantasy. One where he’s mine and I’m his. One where we’re together. One full of love.
I reach down, helping him shimmy my pants off before they fall off the side of the bed. He reaches in between us, gently rubbing my clitoris over my pink panties. The pressure has his name rolling off my lips as though his touch is some sort of delicacy. “Saint! I need more. I need you.”
He pulls my underwear off, repeating the motions he had done with my pants. My eyes roll back as he rubs his tip along my slit, collecting my juices and spreading them around. Saint pushes into me, his head falling into the crook of shoulder as he does.
“Ahh!” I seethe out, automatically clenching my thighs together in an attempt to push him out.
Saint immediately backs off, pulling away from me until we’re both able to look down. Blood mixes with my arousal that coats his dick, some still dripping out of me. “What?” He questions, shock coming through his voice. “Are you?” His eyes peer up to me, wide with nerves.
I scrunch my eyes shut as I wince with a slight pain. “I was.” Slowly I open my eyes back up to him, worried to find anger. Yet all I find is the lust that had been swimming through him before.
“You should’ve told me, Nova. I could’ve been softer.”
“I didn’t want to lose this moment with you.” I whisper, feeling guilt at my lie by omission.
Saint looks back down, slowly taking his length in his hand and begins stroking. My blood transfers onto his palm, leaving his fingertips sticky and light red. “You really are all mine.”
His body weight falls back down onto mine, pushing me into the mattress with a comforting pressure.
I feel his lips as they press against the side of my throat and lightly suck.
All of my worries seem to be sucked from me as the pressure between my neck and his tongue amplifies.
As the pain between my legs starts to lessen, the need for him finally returns.
I wrap my legs around him, gripping onto him as if my life depended on it.
“I need more,” I whisper. His hand slides in between us, lining himself up with my pussy once more. Saint bites down on my neck as he sinks back into me. The pain still remains but it’s bearable this time. Either that or I’m too focused on the throbbing ache Saint created on my throat.
He slides in and out, taking his time and allowing my body to adjust to the intrusion. “Just like that baby. I got you.”
The soreness begins to turn to satisfaction with every stroke. A tightness in my core begins to build and I have to claw into Saint’s shirt to keep myself steady. He makes me feel so full, this new feeling bringing me closer and closer to euphoria.
“You’re doing so good.” Saint whispers in my ear as he picks up speed. My walls contract around him, my body instinctively holding him hostage. “Fuck you’re doing so good for me, Nova.”
The pressure builds and builds until I’m falling. My body spasms under his hold. A cry starts to escape my mouth before Saint’s hand slaps onto it, lightly pushing my head into the bed.
“Shh baby. I know.” He soothes me as he continues to drag himself in and out of me.
He pumps in and out of me, each stroke feeling more sensitive than the previous.
It’s not until he pulls out, stringing little white pearls of cum along my pelvic region, that I’m finally able to get my breathing under control.
Saint looks down at my body, his expression hazy.
“Will you please stay?” He finally asks, seemingly nervous to look at me.
A small laugh leaves me at the thought. He had just taken my virginity, and he's too shy to ask me to hang out?
“I’ll stay.”
Play Catch Me If You Can (Bonus Track) By Eden
The day had passed by us in a blur. The two of us playing house in Saint’s apartment.
We had taken a shower shortly after finishing up in the bedroom.
He had put special care into washing the evidence off my body.
My eyes had been glued to the drain, watching as the blood swirled around before disappearing down the tiny holes.
A sight I had seen before, but never one that had carried happy memories with it.
Afterwards he had ordered us a pizza, throwing on some old trashy cartoon for background noise.
“So what’s your favorite color?” I ask, dragging a slice of the sauced covered bread up into the air. The cheese is relentless, unwilling to just part from its neighboring slice.
Saint takes a small sip from a beer he had opened not too long ago. “My favorite color?”
“Yes.” I laugh before adding, “I’m curious.”
“Orange.” He states it so matter-of-fact that it catches me off guard. I take in his appearance. The dyed black hair, the black sweats, the tattoos, unable to picture the broody man before me loving orange.
“Really? Why?”
He reaches forward, using his hands to tear the strings of cheese I had been fighting with. “Marigolds. They were the first flower I ever cared about.”
I chew on my food silently as I mull over his answer. How had I never noticed how deeply I had embedded myself into his life? The hurt I know I’ve caused him gently places itself on my shoulders, weighing down the peace I had begun to feel.
“Okay my turn!” Saint claps his hands together, looking over at me with mischief twinkling in his eye. “What’s your most embarrassing memory?”
I roll my eyes at him, but he shatters the make believe hard surface of me when he wiggles his brows playfully at me.
I turn towards him, bringing my legs up onto the couch and sitting criss crossed. “Do you promise not to laugh?” I ask, scrunching up my nose.
“Absolutely not.” He states, smiling at me with the most happiness I’ve seen since I’ve returned.
“You suck!” I laugh out loud. “Okay, do you remember when your mom thought you had peed all over the couch in the living room?” I ask, biting my lip.
He looks at me curiously as he responds. “How could I forget? It took me hours to convince her it was the dog after she had chased us around with a rolled up newspaper.”
I cover my face with my hands, already feeling my skin heat up. “It was me.”
“No way!” Saint laughs, smacking my knee. “Are you serious?”
I give him a shy nod, my own laugh bubbling up in my cheeks. “She told me that if I didn’t sit still while you finished cleaning your room, we couldn’t play.”
Saint dramatically falls into my lap, looking up at me with a wide grin. “How could you do that to Muffin?” Muffin. Memories of Saint’s childhood dog flash before my eyes. A beautiful Australian Sheltie who was so loving, she wouldn’t hurt a fly.
“I was six!” I squeal out.
His smile softens as his gaze continues to look over me. “I’m sorry about your mom, by the way.” I state, quieter than necessary. My hands gently comb through Saint’s hair. “She deserved so much better.”
His smile falters, but only for a moment. “She always told me you’d come back. That I just needed to be patient while you figured yourself out.”
I give him a sad laugh. “Well I certainly didn’t do that. But I am back. I’m home now.”
His hands reach up, pushing my fallen hair out of my face, before wrapping around me and pulling me down. Our lips gently press together, all of my apologies trying to express themselves through the simple kiss.
It’s a moment I could’ve stayed in forever, had the door not creaked open.
I rear my head back at the sound, Saint scrambles out of my lap, knocking the half eaten pizza onto the floor.
Together we both turn our heads to see the person who caught us, both praying it’s not Abby.
Yet, when my eyes meet Jackson’s and I see the hurt and confusion, I start to think maybe I would’ve preferred Abigail.