Chapter 19 #2
It feels good, being covered in his pain.
He pulls down on my bottom lip, exposing my lower teeth, his gaze seeming to trace each one. Nerves prickle along my spine, imagining what he’s thinking. If he wants to break my incisors, so I’ll be more like him. If he would ever twist one out of my mouth, yanking out the root.
If I would ever let him.
Of course you would. You would never stop him from doing anything at all. He could tell you he’s going to paint the walls in your blood, and you would watch as he sliced you down the middle.
The voice in my head scares me almost more than the look in his eyes as I keep fucking him, sweat forming along the back of my neck, under my hairline.
Then his eyes flutter closed.
His mouth opens, chin tipped up, exposing part of his throat. I see the tendons, his heartbeat. Lower, his chest heaves.
“Karia.” My name comes out like a whimper from his lips.
Fuck, fuck, fuck. I tighten my hold along his neck, press myself fully into his chest, my nipples tight points between us.
He pushes his thumb into my mouth, and I bite.
I don’t hold back. I remember what he likes. I will never forget.
He sucks in a breath as his eyes flash open, focused wholly on mine. I dig my front teeth deeper into the leather of his glove, feeling his bone beneath.
His grip on my ass becomes impossibly tighter as he helps me fuck him, my knees pressed to his hips as I move my own, the friction against my clit drawing me closer and closer. I wish he was inside me, I am aching for him there, but I know I’ll come soon, just like this.
Drool forms along the corners of my mouth, the way I’m biting him, and I watch as he sees it drip along my skin, gliding over my chin. He dips his head so unexpectedly, I gasp as he licks the saliva before it spills down my neck.
It’s such a strange, heady sensation as he trails his tongue up higher, running the length and warmth of it over my lips. Heat flares up my thighs, higher still, and as I gasp over his mouth, I know I’m going to come soon.
“Sullen.” It’s involuntary for me to say his name now.
He grips my jaw painfully tight, looking right at me as I keep going, bone tired, but I can’t stop until we’re both finished. I’m so close, Sullen.
I’m almost there.
Along my cunt, his cock seems to grow harder and hotter than I’ve felt it thus far.
He’s close, too.
“Karia.” The broken way he moans my name confirms it.
So does how hard he grips me, nearly crushing the bones in my face as his eyes fix on my own.
“Don’t stop,” he begs me, and it feels good, hearing it from him.
The desperation in his voice gets me high, pushing me closer to the edge.
His guidance is frantic now as he forces me to fuck him faster with his hand on my hip.
Short, unhinged movements, the friction along my cunt so good, I’m right there.
His eyes are wide, his expression almost…
lost. Like he’s never felt anything like this before.
Like he’s never been here, this high, with anyone else.
“Come for me, baby,” I whisper, my mouth brushing his, as close as we are. “Please, Sullen. Please come.”
His eyes flutter closed, but only for a moment.
Then he’s looking at me again and I’m riding him completely uncontrolled, my muscles aching, everything sore and tired and yet I couldn’t stop even if he had a gun down my throat.
At the thought, another comes so fast, so disgusting and desperate, my entire body is blushing just thinking about it, but I don’t care. I force the words out, wanting it more than anything. Knowing it’ll push me over the edge. If I can’t be drunk and unconscious, I can at least have this.
“Spit on me,” I whisper as he moans, our bodies so close, it’s as if we’re going to crawl into each other’s skin. “Spit on me and hurt me.”
He doesn’t look at me like I’m crazy. He doesn’t frown or stop or ask me what the hell is wrong with me. Because whatever it is, it’s wrong with him, too.
Instead, he looks down, and a second later, he does what I first asked at the same time he grabs my breast. His saliva is on my cunt, and I watch as it drips down to my slit, slipping between my lips, the warmth of it oozing onto my clit.
Before my mind can catch up to the feeling, the view, he twists my nipple through my shirt so fucking hard, tears prick behind my eyes.
I gasp, looking up, and he spits into my open mouth, too.
Fuck.
Everything combined pushes me over the edge.
His mouth crashes down onto mine just as I’m coming, his lips wet and soft and full and warm.
Heat flares through my cunt as I moan his name, the sound swallowed in his throat.
I’m coming so hard, my body shakes. He slides his hand up from my breast to my face again, smoothing his thumb roughly over my cheekbone at the same time he groans so loud, I can’t hear my own sounds.
I feel it, too.
Mixed with my own heat and wetness, I feel him coming, his cock jerking under his pants.
Without thinking, desperate to keep riding this wave of heat and lust and pleasure, I push back against his chest, forcing a small distance between us.
Then I grab the hem of his hoodie and shove it up, just an inch, not enough to expose his wound, just so I can see the tip of his cock and watch as cum gushes from it.
Him. It coats his lower abs, hard, taut muscles lined with scars.
I’m shaking from my orgasm, but seeing him come undone, I want more.
I shift my hips further forward, his hand gripping me tight to steady me.
And with his eyes on me, I arch my back, tilting my pelvis up.
Then I rub myself along the tip of his cock, higher still, over his stomach.
The sensation of his cum, my wetness, my exposed cunt along the ridge of his abs…
it’s overwhelming. It feels as if I’m still coming, the vibrations and ecstasy between my thighs hot and wet and explosive.
Then it’s as if everything crashes down.
I’m boneless, unable to hold myself up anymore. I see my wetness glistening along his skin the moment before I collapse, falling into the hardness of his body.
I lift my eyes to his, wanting to know he approves of what I did. That he isn’t upset or angry or hurt, exposing him like that.
But his expression is one of wonder, dilated pupils, wide eyes, parted lips.
And when I fall into him, he immediately cradles me to his chest, holding me close, both of his strong arms coming around my body and pulling me into him.
I can’t keep my eyes open.
I am spent.
I feel satiated.
I feel safe.