Chapter 28 #2
“What now?” she asked, panting, her body flushed red and slick with sweat. Too relaxed, even if her eyes were watching the gun, darting between it and my face in rapid succession. Couldn’t stand the sight of her.
I flipped her over, not wanting to see her face. It was too much, too honest. She saw through me too deeply for me to lie. Everything was too raw, too open.
So I pushed her up onto her knees, shoving them apart and pressing the gun into the small of her back until she bowed, bending her spine and presenting her delicious pussy and ass to me.
It glistened, her pussy fluid having dripped all the way down her crack.
This is what I could handle, this part of her. Her body, not her mind, not her face.
Lowering myself, I couldn’t resist another taste, dragging my tongue from clit to ass, feasting on all of her.
“Adrian,” she moaned my name when I flicked my tongue over her ass again, and for a second, I could almost pretend this was normal. That we were just a regular couple having a dirty fuck.
“Maybe I’ll take you here,” I said, flicking my tongue again, biting at the sensitive skin next to her hole. “I’m sure you’ve seen the proficiencies of this room; I have everything we need.”
She arched her spine further, an invitation. She couldn’t see me, but I pointed the gun at her most delicate area, tempted to push it in and pull the trigger.
But I wanted to fuck her first. Get inside her ass before I blew it to pieces.
I left her for a moment, coming back with a bottle of lube. I’d debated the butt plug, working her up to it, but screw that. I needed her pain like I needed air. Less and less. Fuck.
With a heavy huff through my nostrils, battling away any notions of softness, of sick emotion, I pushed the barrel of the gun against her ass.
So she knew what I was thinking.
“Adrian,” she gasped. “It’s cold.”
“It’s the gun.”
Her breath stuttered, and I watched her decide what to do. Squirm away or push back?
She pushed back. Of course she fucking did.
But the gun wasn’t lubed, and the little lubrication from her pussy was on my tongue, so all it did was apply more pressure.
“Good little killer,” I told her, then moved the weapon away, placing it on her bowed spine. “Stay still, let me work. If you move, I’ll take this gun and shoot, and neither of us will get our pleasure.”
I squirted the lube onto my fingers — not enough — and pushed inside her ass. She clenched, fighting off the intrusion at first.
“Relax,” I demanded. “Let me in.”
“Don’t you want this to hurt?” she asked, her voice muffled, her head in the pillow, hair splayed out.
She was such an erotic sight, bent like that for me, one hand attached to the headboard, the other clawing at my sheets, her back bowed, my revolver resting on her spine, two shots down.
Four to go.
“I want to be able to get in at all,” I told her, then fucked her with my fingers. She got two straight away, stretching and scissoring, just enough until her muscles gave, until there was enough slickness that I wouldn’t give myself some sort of cock burn.
“Hold your cheeks apart,” I demanded, and my balls throbbed when she did without question. This power dynamic that rippled between us made me sick, insatiable. She fell into it with such ease when we fucked, open to whatever I desired to do to her. It wasn’t trust, but it was a mutual goal.
I lined up my cock, rested the unlubed head against her ass, picked up the gun and aimed it at her skull, before shoving in.
I went slow, slower than I wanted, groaning at how tight and unwelcoming she was.
“Fuck!” she cried, pain edging her voice.
“Is it too much?” I asked, like that would make me stop.
She took a second, her breathing heavy, the muscles on her back tensing. “No.” A beat. “More.” Another beat. “Make it hurt.”
I slammed the rest of the way in, my hips crashing against her ass, against the hand she used to hold herself open for me.
My cock stretched her ass, almost too far, red and angry, and I touched there, I rubbed along her rim where she wrapped around me.
She called my name, begged with it, so I moved, drawing my cock in and out of her, slamming home each time, fucking her ravaged.
When I pulled out, her ass tugged, the skin of her rim tight and red.
Grunting, one hand where we met, the other holding the gun to her head, I leaned forward and pressed it to her skull harder.
How would it feel to fuck her while she died? Would her muscles clench or would she relax? Tighter or looser? I debated it as I pumped my hips and let every image wash over me. Her turning blue, her blood gushing from the wound, my cock driving in and out of her dying body…
“Do you think your body would go even tighter if I blew your brains out now?” I asked, my breath coming out in punches.
“Find out,” she breathed, turning her head to look at me, moving the barrel to her temple. Our gazes locked, the gun between us, connected with my cock in her ass, and I didn’t stop.
I fucked her and fucked her, but I needed more. If I was going to do this, I had to see her eyes. Without pulling out, I flipped her onto her back, pushed her legs up to her ears and rested on her thighs, my entire body crushing hers, bent like a pretzel.
It put our faces close, within kissing distance, our breaths mingling. With the gun still on her temple as her breath panted out.
Would I feel her last one? Could I consume it? Suck it into myself as she sprayed blood over my bed…
“Do it,” she whispered, her eyes violent, alive. “I want to know.”
“Penelope.” Her name fell from me without meaning to, and my balls drew up, every sensation homing in on my cock, shooting down my spine, through each capillary. “Shit.”
“Do it,” she urged again, her free hand coming up to cup my face. She ran her thumb under my eye, watching me as I fucked her in the ass, as she took it all. She groaned, breathing picking up. “I’m close.”
I pulled the trigger.
And in that beat where nothing happened, something shifted. Fate was playing a silly game with us.
Her smile was wicked when she realized, and she didn’t turn away from me as she reached across her body and took the gun from me. I let it go, willing and shocked. Three for three.
“Shit!” I shouted as I came, writhing and slamming my way through it, filling her ass with my cum, pushing it all as deep as it would go as she cried out and grasped me, not pointing the gun as I rode through one of the most intense orgasms of my life.
I collapsed on her after, and, shit, she wrapped her arms around me and stroked my hair. Cupped my head as I breathed into her shoulder, my cock softening inside her.
“We could just stay like this,” she whispered. “Stay like this forever.”