Chapter 29 #2
I don’t think I want to, but how can I deny how good this feels… how good he makes me feel? Especially right now when he’s taking care of me, being gentle and reverent and… and lovely.
Everything Static is not but possibly everything Cedrick is.
“Shit,” I murmur by accident, and that pulls Cedrick back into the moment.
“What’s wrong?” he asks, painted brows pulling together. “Did I hurt you?”
I swallow and shake my head to clear the thoughts. Realizations are for later. Right now, this is what I want. I want this with Cedrick—Static—at Mayhem. The beginning of the end and the end of the beginning all wrapped up together.
This is how it was always meant to be, and I want it this way.
“No.”
“What’s that look for?”
I swallow thickly as I stare into his white eyes. No painful truths right now. Just physical ones.
I slowly let out a breath as I let a calm wash over me. “I want you to fuck me.”
“Oh, Jesus fuck, Madison.” Cedrick groans loudly as he drops his face into my neck.
When I feel the wetness of his tongue, I decide to beg.
“Please.”
And his answering intake of breath is how I know I’ve got him.
“Fuck, darlin’. You’re killin’ me.”
I smirk against his shoulder, feeling a fresh wave of confidence I’ve never felt before. It’s new and strange, but I revel in it because I don’t know how long it will last.
I stick out my tongue and let the wetness slide across the salty slope of Cedrick’s neck. He gasps and buries his face deeper, panting heavily before pulling back sharply, and I’m left cold as he moves his body off me.
I watch in fascination as he rips the sharp fake teeth from his real ones and tosses them to the side without a care in the world, and then, he’s ripping my boxers down my legs and spreading them wide before him.
I’ve only been so exposed once before, but it still makes me hotter than ever before—especially when he puts his face right into my groin.
“Oh!”
His mouth licks up my dick to suck it into his mouth for a few long, hard pulls, but then, he pulls off and moves down to my balls, licking at them and then moving further down to where he just had his fingers.
I tense from head to toe, every muscle locking tight. “Ced—”
“Shh, shh,” he purrs, the sound vibrating against my skin. “Just relax. You’ll love this.” And then, he’s shoving his face between my cheeks, and I feel his hot, wet tongue against my hole.
I gasp loudly, body bowing.
“Mmm,” he moans, and the vibration is insane.
I’m lost in the sensation of hot and wet as Cedrick… oh… oh, God, he’s… he’s eating me.
I should feel embarrassed about that, and maybe I do, but right now, I don’t care because it’s so good.
This is so good, and I don’t know why I’ve never done this before.
Heat curls at the base of my spine and my eyes roll back. I reach for my dick, but my hand gets smacked away. “Wha—”
“No,” Cedrick says as he pulls away with a smack. “Not yet.”
His denial makes me want to cry, and I feel the tears building until he says, “I want you to come on my cock, darlin’.”
“Oh,” I squeak, face turning red.
“You want that?” he smirks.
“Y-y-yes,” I stutter, then gulp.
“Good. I want you to ride me, Madison. I wanna see what you can do with that body of yours.”
I blink rapidly at him. I have no idea what that means, but when he flips us over so I’m on top of his cock—with it resting between my cheeks, my face gets even warmer, and I suddenly feel as shy as I’ve always been.
“Don’t get nervous on me now, treat. C’mon.” He wraps his large hands around my hips and moves my hips back and forth over his cock, rubbing it back and forth between my cheeks. The sensation is surreal, and I toss my head back with a groan.
“See, isn’t that so good? Now, imagine that inside you, darlin’,” he taunts me as he continues to work me over the length of his dick, and I get so worked up, my own cock is bouncing hard between us. I reach for it, mindless to the pleasure, only to get denied once again.
“Ugh!”
“Put me inside you,” he demands, and I’m so gone, I don’t think twice. I spit in my hand a couple times and swipe it through my crack to wet myself while Cedrick does the same to his dick.
By the time we’re both dripping and slippery, I’m nearly blind from how hazy my vision has gotten.
“Lift up on your foot. Good boy, just like that.” He tells me what to do as he holds the base of his cock straight so I can slowly sink down on it.
I’m shaking from where I stay suspended above, but the second I feel the burning stretch, I groan so loud, I’m immediately glad there are no neighbors here.
“Holy shit,” I pant.
“That’s it, darlin’. You’re doin’ so well. Fuck.”
I sink down another couple inches and hiss and roll my neck.
“C’mon, treat. You’re almost there. Just a little further.”
“So… full…” I groan, and with a final deep breath, I drop the rest of the way down, unable to hold myself suspended anymore. My body was screaming and aching for relief. Cedrick bows from the impact, and I shout.
His arms wrap around my waist, fingers finding the base of my spine as he holds on tight. “Shit, darlin’. That was fast.”
“C-couldn’t hold it.” I clench my muscles, and my eyes shoot open wide. “Oh.”
Cedrick curls inward, clutching me tightly. “You’re gonna make this over much sooner than you’d like, you keep doin’ shit like that.” He looks like he’s in pain, face tense and sweaty. I run my finger down his cheek.
“Are you okay?” I ask.
He laughs. “Yeah, darlin’. Just tryin’ not to come.”
“Oh.” I blink a few times. “Right.”
“You’re too good.”
“Sorry…” I swallow sheepishly.
“Don’t be. Just do what feels good,” he tells me with a soft smile that, even with the face paint of Static, is so reminiscent of Cedrick, it makes me fall that much harder.
I close my eyes and let my head fall back as I roll my hips against him. I feel his dick move inside me, and it takes up so much room, I don’t even know how it fits, but it does, like it belongs there, and it’s so good.
I get lost in the rolling movement of our bodies. Sweat dripping and clinging, lingering kisses stolen between each panting breath shared in the hot, flashing space between us. Cedrick lifts up, and I wrap my arms around his neck, clinging to him.
Our sweaty bodies stick together as we ride one another closer to the edge.
“Oh, God, I-I’m—I’m close,” I stutter, and Cedrick chuckles darkly.
“Me, too, darlin’. Let me feel you. Give me your cum, Madison.”
“Holy s-shit!” I scream when the fire bursts through the dam, and I throw myself backward into Cedrick’s awaiting arms. He catches me as my cock spurts my release between us, splattering it on our stomachs.
“Darlinnnn’,” Cedrick groans as he holds me tight against him, and I feel his dick pulse as he floods me with warmth, and I flush from head to toe at the realization that he’s coming inside me.
By the time we’re finished, leaning against each other and panting, my thoughts come swirling back at a million miles a minute—in the sound of my mother’s voice.
Abomination.
Sodimite.
Wrongwrongwrong.
I shake my head to try to clear them, but her voice echoes.
I just had sex.
With a man.
I nod. And that’s okay…
I blink through the sting in my eyes.
But what if it’s not?
Oh, God. Is it wrong? Am I going to go to hell? Do I even believe in this? I don’t think so, but what if it’s true, whether I believe in it or not?
Shit.
Shitshitshit.
I’m freaking out, and I know I’m freaking out, but I don’t know what to do.
I feel the tears stinging my eyes and try as I might to keep them from escaping, I blink, and they fall. They splash, hot and wet and shameful, against Cedrick’s shoulder.
He pulls back with a frown, his paint smeared from what we did. “Madison?...” he asks, sounding so concerned, it breaks my heart.
I swallow. I don’t know how to explain this.
I… I can’t.
“I’ve gotta go,” I rasp and pull away from him with a wince. I feel the hot, wet trickle of cum escape from my body, but I don’t allow myself to think about it as I scramble off Cedrick’s lap.
The light is disorienting as I try to find my clothes, but I manage somehow and pull them on. All the while he sits there, naked, staring at me with wide, white eyes.
“Darlin’, what’s goin’ on?”
“I—” I stop, unsure of what to say. I can’t tell him I’m having an internal freak out that has nothing to do with him and everything to do with my shitty parents and my shitty past. I take one last look at him. “I’m sorry.” And then, I turn on my heels and disappear out the door.
I stumble my way down the hall, trying to remember the way I came. Every damn hallway looks the same, especially with these lights flashing and disorienting me, but after what feels like forever, I eventually find a door that leads me to the outside.
I suck in a breath of fresh air for the first time in what feels like forever as I stumble toward my car and yank open the door. My hands are shaking as I drop into the seat and start it, shivering as the coolness of the night settles in over my sweat-dampened skin.
I pull my phone out to pull up a map to go home when I hear the creak of a door and when I look up, I see him.
Cedrick.
Static.
He’s standing at the entrance of Mayhem Motel, just staring at me where I sit in my car. Arms at his side, eyes locked on me.
Swallowing thickly, I drop my phone into the seat and pull out of the gravel lot, leaving him behind without a backwards glance.
“I’m so sorry, Cedrick,” I tell him with tears in my eyes as I drive away from him and everything we became tonight.
“I don’t know what’s wrong with me, and I don’t know how to fix it…
If I even can.” The distance between us grows as my heart pounds harder and harder.
It hurts more than I thought it would, but I didn’t know what else to do.
I can’t be honest about this, but I couldn’t lie to him because he hasn’t lied to me…