6. Six
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SIX
MILA
I shivered from anticipation and the chill of the breeze that danced playfully across my exposed skin. He reached past me, grabbed a red patterned blanket, and wrapped it around my shoulders, cocooning me between the soft fabric of the blanket and the warmth of his body.
I watched his lips, desperately wanting to kiss him again. He closed the distance between us, taking the bottle of whiskey out of my hand and setting it on the ground. He brushed a strand of hair from my eyes and leaned in, brushing his lips against mine. I let out another moan, and his mouth crashed against me forcefully. I pulled back, not wanting to disrupt the contact between us, but needing answers to my questions before the feel of his lips against mine consumed my thoughts entirely.
"You promised answers to my questions if I came to the party with you," I panted.
"You're so fucking beautiful," he whispered, his lips trailing down my neck, nipping at my skin.
I moaned in response, the sound escaping before I could stop it.
"You said anything I want." I begrudgingly shifted my neck away from his lips .
"And I meant it," he whispered in my ear, sending shivers through my body.
"What did you do to Zach?"
He pulled back, his eyes boring into mine, his jaw clenched. His desire for me was apparent, and my body was aching for his touch. "I killed him."
"How?"
"I don't think you want to hear the details."
"Try me."
He smirked. "I slit his throat."
He watched me, waiting to see if I would run from his admission. I stared at him, my head racing because I remembered seeing the knife cut into Zach's throat and his hot, sticky blood covering my face, a comfort in the chilly night air. "I'm not crazy," I whispered out loud, intending to keep my thoughts hidden.
Archer raised his eyebrow and looked at me with a questioning expression.
"I remember it. His blood was all over me. It was you. You carried me through the cornfield and put me in your car. I can still smell you and the copper smell of Zach's blood on me." I looked around me to make sure no one could hear our conversation, but everyone was distracted with booze, sex, and weed.
I met Archer's gaze and felt my stomach flipping with excitement. He watched me like a wolf watching his prey. "How do you feel about this knowledge?" he asked.
I stared at him momentarily, trying to put the words together in my mind. A normal person would scream that he was a murderer, run straight to the police, and have this monster put behind bars. But I had never been normal. And the fear I knew I should feel was nowhere to be found. Instead, I was aroused. Hearing this admission that he had killed someone that was hurting me made me feel more attracted to him. I wanted to touch him, kiss him, feel all of him while he told me how he felt when he killed Zach.
Was he aroused too?
"I feel…I don't know. I'm not sad or upset. He deserved it for what he did to me. I—" I paused. I was so close to telling him how turned on I was, but I held back. "Where did you put his body?"
"Somewhere he'll never be found."
I nodded in understanding, letting his words sink in. I craved more of him.
"D-did anything happen between us?" I stuttered and felt my face turning red.
"You mean, did I fuck you?"
I nodded, my face burning.
His eyes darkened. "Your friend is right. I have a reputation. But no, I didn't fuck you. Taking advantage of drugged girls isn't my thing."
"Then what is your thing ?" I pressed.
"There are lots of things I enjoy, little rabbit."
"Like blowjobs in a cornfield," I blurted out before putting my hand to my mouth in shock. I hadn't meant to say it out loud, but the alcohol coursing through my veins made my filter disappear. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to say that out loud."
He chuckled, his laugh deep. He moved his hand down my side, underneath the blanket, and to my thigh. My head was spinning, and his lips were inches from mine. "I don't want any other girls sucking my dick, Mila. Only you. "
His words sent a chill down my spine, and I looked up at him, my skin hungry for his touch. He leaned in, letting his lips caress mine, and I let out a small moan. I could feel him smirking against my mouth, and I wanted to scream at him for teasing me. "I've never—" I paused, embarrassed.
"Never what?" he questioned. "Sucked a dick?"
I shook my head.
He pulled back and looked at me seriously. "Have you ever been with a man?"
"No."
"You're a virgin?"
I nodded in shame.
He groaned and tilted my chin up, forcing me to meet his gaze. I tried to look away from him, but he wouldn't let me."Fuck. I knew you were innocent but didn't realize you were pure."
"What does that mean?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper.
"Has any man ever touched you?"
"Only you." I gulped nervously; my throat was dry, and I needed to quench it. I fumbled for the bottle of whiskey and took a long drink. He watched me as I drank, coughing when I took too much, and it dribbled down my chin. When I went to wipe it up with my hand, he grabbed my hand in his and held it in my lap. His other hand gripped my jaw firmly, and he leaned his face closer to mine. His tongue ran across my chin, warm and wet, lapping up the spilled whiskey.
"Only me," he murmured against my skin, his tongue ghosting across my lips.
I nodded, my tongue grazing his, the taste of whiskey on our mouths. I could barely think. My body was craving his touch, pining for his lips against mine. I wanted him to touch me everywhere.
No, I needed him to touch me everywhere.
My pussy was throbbing in anticipation as he held my eyes with his. "You're dripping wet for me, aren't you, little rabbit?"
I swallowed and nodded.
"You want me, don't you?"
"Yes," I moaned.
"If I slip my fingers into your panties, would I find your pussy fucking wet for me?"
I nodded.
I shifted my body closer to him, bringing my lips closer to his. I touched my lips against his, only briefly, before pulling back. I bit my bottom lip and tossed my hair back, bringing my lips to his ear.
"I'll do anything you want me to do." My voice was a whisper, and I was shocked by the desperate need for him to take control.
"Anything?"
"Anything." I was surprised by the confidence in my voice.
He leaned closer to me, breathing heavily, his lips barely touching mine. "I want you to come for me right now."
"Here?" I whispered in disbelief .
"Yes, here. You want me, don't you?"
"Yes."
"Then tell me what you want, Mila. I won't touch you until I know you're ready."
My words had deserted me.
He pulled back, his eyes penetrating mine. "Say it, Mila. Say you want me to touch you."
"I want you to touch me," I replied, my voice barely audible.
"I can't hear you."
"I want you to touch me," I begged.
"Where?"
"My pussy." My confession reverberated through my body.
A primal growl escaped from his throat before he wrapped a hand around my neck and threw me onto the ground, his body pinning me down. He pulled the blanket around us, hiding me from view from anyone who might see. I tried to reach for him, but he grabbed my hands, readying them above my head. "My touch only, little rabbit. Don't touch me."
"What are you going to do to me?" I managed to squeak out.
"What every dirty, sinful girl needs." He leaned down and bit my bottom lip.
I gasped, my pussy clenching at his words. He unbuttoned my jeans, ripping the zipper down, and shoved his hand down my pants in one quick motion. His fingers slid between my folds, circling in my wetness, and then he pushed one inside of me.
I let out an animalistic moan as his fingers entered me, my body arching against his.
"You're so fucking tight, little rabbit."
He thrust his fingers in and out of me slowly, then faster and faster until I was coming undone. He pushed his thumb against my clit and circled it slowly before increasing his speed. I arched my back, my body begging for more, as he pressed his thumb harder against me. I moaned, my head spinning from the whiskey and his touch. He slid a second finger into me and then a third, my body heaving underneath him. He forced them deeper into my core and curled them up, hitting my sweet spot, and I cried out, "Oh, God."
"God isn't here—only the devil," he whispered against my neck.
I cried out, my mind reeling from the sensations his fingers evoked within my body. I was on fire, burning up from the inside out. He continued his assault on my pussy, dragging his fingers out of me slowly and then plunging them back in, filling me. I couldn't hold back any longer. I was spiraling out of control. He bit my neck and murmured, "Come for me, little rabbit."
I came hard, my pussy convulsing around his fingers, and I buried my face into his shoulder and screamed. I was shaking when he removed his fingers from me, bringing them to his mouth, and slid his tongue over them.
Tasting me.
"You taste as sweet as you look," he whispered against my ear, following it with a nip to my lobe.
I shuddered, closing my eyes.
I had never been so sexually stimulated in my life, and I didn't want it to end. I imagined what it would be like to be with him, what it would feel like to have his cock inside me. I had never been intimate with any guy before him. In a short amount of time, I had shared my first kiss with Archer and now had his fingers inside of me, making me come. It felt like there was this demon inside of me, clawing her way out of my body, and Archer had become her master. I would do whatever he asked of me. Honestly, if he told me to jump off a cliff, I probably would.
And I think he knew.
He helped me sit up, my hands shaking as I frantically buttoned my pants. I looked around to see if anyone noticed what we had been doing under the blanket, but there were so many people hooking up, it was like I was in a different world. A world that both intimidated and excited me.
The blonde on Kai's lap was riding him, her ass was bare, and his fingers dug deep into her flesh as he lifted her hips up and down his dick. I felt like I was watching something forbidden, but it made me think about doing that with Archer.
"You like to watch?" His voice broke my thoughts as he ran his fingers across my cheek, drawing my attention back to him.
"What?" I asked, confused.
"That night in the cornfield, you watched me with that girl. And now, you're watching Kai."
"I didn't mean to watch you with that girl in the cornfield. I was trying to find Lacey," I explained.
"And now?"
"I didn't realize I was watching," I lied to him, looking down at my hands.
"Don't do that." He grabbed the back of my neck and pulled my body to his, forcing me to straddle his legs, my face inches away from his.
"Do what?" I whispered in defiance.
"Don't lie to me again," he warned.
"I—" I stuttered, feeling my body melt into his.
"Embrace her," he commanded.
"Who?"
"Who you really are. Your true nature." His eyes moved down to my mouth, and the grip on my neck lessened.
I pushed my hips forward, pressing myself against his hard cock tenting his jeans. He growled against my mouth, his hands reaching around to squeeze my ass.
"What if I don't know who I really am?"
"Then it's time you found out," he whispered as his lips descended onto mine.
I gave him my mouth, allowing his tongue to explore me. He moaned as I stroked his tongue with mine. I wanted to taste him, to feel his skin on mine.
"You were made for me. You just don't know it yet." His tongue slid across my bottom lip.
"How do you know?" I whispered.
"In time, I'll show you, little rabbit," he teased, biting my neck. " But right now, I want you to watch them." He twisted my body around to face Kai and the blonde, who had her head thrown back, as he sucked on her nipples.
"Archer." My face flushed red, heat trailing down to my pussy as I watched them.
His lips teased my neck as his hands moved down my stomach, sliding into my pants again, his fingertips probing my wetness. "I want you to imagine that I'm fucking you," he whispered in my ear, pulling me back into him, settling me down into his lap, and gently forcing my thighs open.
His fingers found my clit, rubbing back and forth between my wet lips, and I struggled to push back the moans fighting to come out. "Archer—" My body was responding to his demands, my hips moving back to grind my ass against his throbbing cock.
The blonde on Kai's lap was moaning loudly, and I couldn't help but imagine Archer inside me. His other hand roamed my body, moving underneath my jacket. He squeezed my breasts, tugging at my hard nipples, sending a wave of pleasure down to my clit.
"Think about me fucking you. My cock stretching your virgin walls."
"Do it harder," I moaned, eating my words as I urged him on.
He pinched my nipples hard. "You want more?"
"Yes," I panted, a burning sensation pulsing through my body.
"You'd like me to pound my cock into you, wouldn't you?" He bit my neck, and I cried out.
"Yes."
"You're not ready."
"What?" I panted.
"I'll give you my cock when you're ready to have it," he teased, kissing my neck, relieving the painful stinging sensation from his teeth.
"Now?"
He tugged at my nipples again. "No, my little rabbit." He pinned my body against him as Kai made the blonde orgasm. "Right now, I want you to watch him take her. "
I looked over at them, and she was on her knees, her ass to Kai as he stood behind her. She was completely exposed, and I could see his cock as he stroked it. My heart was beating wildly as he rubbed the head of his cock between her ass.
"I'm going to take my time with you," he breathed against my ear, his fingers slipping farther inside me as he curled them up to stroke my inner walls.
"Oh, fuck."
"Come on my fingers, Mila," he demanded.
He gently tugged my earlobe between his teeth as he twisted his fingers inside me, and my body turned to ash, starting from my toes and working its way up to my fingers. My soul exploded, sending intense waves of pleasure out from my core, and I dropped my head to his shoulder, gripping the blanket tightly.
I came down from my high as the blonde screamed from her orgasm, and I cringed with embarrassment as I heard Kai's deep growl. I looked over at them as he pulled out, his cock covered in her thick white cum, while she was on her hands and knees, panting as she turned around to kiss him.
Archer's mouth was on my neck, kissing me gently. "I'm going to make you mine," he promised, and I knew nothing would ever be the same.