Chapter 9
NINE
LIAM
The muscles in my arms feel knotted by the time I tip the last of the cement into the well. It takes a surprising amount to cover a body, even with the well's narrow width.
It’s early morning, the day after we dumped this guy, and despite the sun coming up, Kat shines a torch into the gloom. No elbows or hair sticking out. A clean, flat base. We’ll need to come back when it’s dry to add detritus from the floor of the wood to cover the fresh pour.
Kat’s barely spoken to me since yesterday. I hate it. The fight could get us the money we need. Is there a possibility I’ll die? I guess. But I’d do it for Kat.
I understand her anger; the idea of her willingly putting herself in danger like that makes my arse clench.
Last night was the worst I’ve slept in a long time.
Kat left a gap that felt like a fucking gulf between us.
Usually, I pull her tight up against me.
Sleep with the scent of her hair following me into my dreams. Not last night.
I barely even slept. The distance between us followed me into my sleep, Kat constantly out of reach no matter how much I strained to hold her.
Morning arrived with both of us moody and tired, rings beneath my eyes that rival a raccoon.
My obsession with her is still as intense as ever, and her being mad at me physically hurts.
We tend to bandage our hurts by losing ourselves in each other—unhealthy, I know—but without that, I don’t know how to fix this.
‘Kat.’ She doesn’t even look at me.
‘What?’
‘I’m sorry.’ The apology sounds hollow, but I don’t mean it to be.
‘You’ve said that already.’
‘I mean it. I hate this.’ Grabbing the bucket and bags, I start to clean up.
We move through the woods to the stream closest to the car and wash the tools as best I can.
Kat trails behind me, her thighs at my eye level as I crouch.
The heat that fills my stomach at the expanse of flesh shames me. But I can’t help it.
‘I need you,’ I whisper. Setting the items aside, I wash my hands, cool water flowing over my fingers. ‘This space between us kills me, Princess. I barely slept last night; you were only half a bed away, and it might as well have been across an ocean.’
Kat looks at me, her face softening. ‘I hate it too. Fighting’s not for us.’
‘Oh, thank god. Can we make up now?’ I’ve never been very good at handling others’ disappointment.
Kat smiles. ‘Come here.’
Her heady scent surrounds me as I approach her, filling my senses to bursting. I don’t deserve her, but man, am I glad she’s mine.
Wrapping her hair up in my hands, I pull her into a harsh, need-filled kiss. A clash of tongues and lips that would make anyone think we haven’t seen each other in a month.
She pants against my lips, and I deepen the kiss, needing more of my girl. Always more.
‘Kat,’ I groan, tightening my hands in her tresses until she whimpers.
Her hands slip up to mine, loosening my grip.
‘If you want me…’ she says, backing away from me, ‘prove it.’
The little devil.
A flare of desire hits me like a lorry. Full force, knock your breath from your body need.
‘Oh, I’ll prove it, you little hellion.’
Then she’s off, dancing between the trees, far more light-footed than myself. Where she dodges, I crash. Where she twists, I fumble. The moment I catch a bit of her dress, she turns on her heel and shoves me. It’s the last thing I expect her to do, and I fall on my ass.
‘You’re getting good at this,’ I call after her.
‘Good at running from a terrifying slasher?’ she laughs, teasing.
‘Takes one to know one, and I prefer boyfriend, thank you.’ Jumping back to my feet, I go after her, very glad that her parents never venture into the woods. It’s like they’ll combust if they set foot outside a perfectly paved and manicured zone.
‘You don’t seem to be fucking me like my boyfriend does.’ The desire floats in her voice, reaching into my underpants and making me even harder.
‘You underestimate how difficult it is to run with a hard-on.’ My chest is starting to burn as we dodge and dive.
‘Poor you. I’ve got somewhere you can stick it if you can catch me.’
Fuck me, this woman.
‘I’ve caught men bigger than you,’ I grumble, jumping over a thicket after her.
‘Much older, though!’
Cheeky bint.
Finally, the dread I’ve been feeling loosens a little. Just enough for me to smile as I charge through the woods to catch my girl.
I don’t fall for her next feint, going the opposite way instead. I catch her and whoop in triumph before we both fall into the stream.
The wizard tree looks over us, but thankfully the frogs are engaged elsewhere.
I kiss Kat again, kneeling in the water where we first met all those years ago.
‘What do you need?’ I breathe against her mouth as the stream bubbles and twists around us.
‘Your best and your worst. Tire us out so we can go home and snuggle.’ Her voice is so sweet for how much she craves my darkness.
‘Do you want to heal or hurt?’ I ask, always worried I’ll go too far in the journey to touching her darkest parts.
‘They’re the same thing, Liam…’
Kat tugs my face to hers and kisses me with a slow, mind-altering speed which has me holding onto her like I’m going to be washed away by it. A sharp pain fills my mouth, followed by a metallic twang.
‘Did you just bite me?’ I ask, seeing the red of my blood dripping from her lips.
‘Healing and hurting, no?’
It’s just the way we are designed to be. To fill the spaces inside each other that are twisted and needy and dark.
There’s no more gentle.
I slide my hand beneath her dress and force her legs wide. She’s quivering by the time I touch her, sliding three fingers roughly inside her heat. With my other hand, I grip her throat, forcing her to look at me.
‘Look at you, Kat. Legs splayed in mummy and daddy’s garden, being fingered by someone they hate. And you're already so fucking wet for me, aren’t you?’
Her blue eyes widen in surprise, and I wonder if I’ve pushed in the wrong direction until she nods and whimpers, adjusting her hips to take my fingers deeper.
‘This is what you need. A stretch of your pretty little cunt every day. But it’s not my fingers you want really, is it?’ She shakes her head, though I know she’d happily let me finger her until the sun sets given half the chance. ‘No, you want cock, don’t you?’
‘Yes,’ she moans as I increase the pace of my hand, until the stretch makes her tremble in my hands, her breath coming in short, sharp bursts.
Dragging my fingers from her, I shove them in her mouth, pleasure building as she licks and sucks herself from my skin. There’s something deliriously addictive about seeing that, and I can’t help but kiss her immediately after, tasting her on her tongue. If only my panty coffee tasted so pure.
Turning her around, I push her onto all fours, release my cock, and shove it deep inside her in one harsh stroke. The sharp intake of breath tells me it’s got her close to that pleasure/pain spot she gets so high from.
Her panties make a decent handle when I wrap them around my fist, making them dig into her hips. The lace is a bit irritating to fuck past, as I discovered on a previous occasion that ended with a panty-burned dick, so I tug them to the right before scooping my hips.
I take my time with Kat, losing myself in her sweet, pained moans with each ragged thrust. She cries out when I pull back far enough to see my piercing before slamming home.
‘God.’ Her cries are getting louder, so I tug her upper body up and gag her with my fingers. Her words come in gasped spurts around my fingers. ‘More. I. Need. More.’
She wants to be consumed by sex, not merely enjoy it. For it to take her to places that the regular world can’t.
‘If you need to breathe, or want me to stop, hold up a fist,’ I say against her ear. We’ve played with breath games often enough that I know it makes her come like a freight train, and that she trusts me not to push it too far. ‘Repeat it.’
‘Fist in air,’ she moans as I sink my teeth into her neck, loving the way it makes her cunt tense.
Then I bend her back over and shove her head under the water. It’s not deep; the water barely covers the back of her head, but it’s cold. Her hair floats around my fingers as I hold her there, beneath the water.
She reacts like I’ve electrocuted her, arching and bucking against my cock in a way that makes me see stars. I keep an eye on her hands as I fuck her without mercy, each stroke dragging me closer to heaven.
When I pull her head up, she splutters and gasps before letting out a long, moaned fuck.
Atta’ girl. My filthy demon.
Then she’s back under and I’m so close, fighting not to come before she does.
The woods chirp and flutter peacefully around us. Stream babbling. Birds waking. The slap of my balls against her clit as I ride my writhing girlfriend.
The second time I pull her up for breath, she’s angry. Not at the breath play, but at me being too cautious.
‘I was so close. Stop stopping.’
‘I don’t want to have to add you to the well. It’s a no-girls-allowed kind of place,’ I groan. My balls may as well be doing hopscotch with the way they are fighting not to dump a load of cum in her pretty pussy.
‘Shut up and fuck me,’ she growls, and I laugh.
‘My insatiable little slut. Just for your impatience, I’m going to come in your ass.’
I don’t give her time to argue, knowing how much she has a love-hate relationship with anal.
She loves it because she hates it. I don’t do it often because I don’t want her to suffer for my pleasure, but she’ll beg for it when she’s feeling especially needy.
When she wants to be taken in a way, she sometimes struggles to feel with sex.
I stuff her face back under water with one hand, while lubricating her puckering asshole with spit.
Not perfect, but it’ll do in a bind. She’s also told me how it feels dirtier that way.
Unprepared. Still, I take my time pressing my dick into her perfect ass, watching it swallow me up after the fight past the first ring.
‘Fuck,’ I moan as I press deep, feeling her buck and try to slide her hips away from me. Keeping an eye on her hands, which remain unclenched beside her head in the water, I push forward, fucking her prone in the water; her whole body submerges but her round backside.
It’s fucking glorious. Exactly what I need, and I lose myself to chasing our orgasms, knowing she’ll come quickly with the mix of anal and breath play, though she’ll likely need a bit of extra TLC later, which is good with me.
She starts struggling beneath me, thrashing about and shuddering. The fight point that always comes right before her body gives way to the heightened pleasure. The writhing of her backside unravels ungodly things inside me, her delicious ass quivering around my dick.
Three more strokes is all it takes for her to tip over the edge, her whole body tensing beneath the surface, that ass strangling my dick until I come hard, filling her to the brim with rope after rope of heat.
I hold her there as long as I can, until the rhythmic squeezing lessens, then pull out of her and drag her into my arms.
‘Are you okay?’ I ask, kissing her cold face.
‘I’m not even sure I’m still alive,’ she whispers, blinking up at me through wet lashes.
‘You’re still here, baby. Still perfect.’ I kiss her again, softly, lovingly. ‘Come on, let’s strip off these wet clothes and I’ll carry you to the car. I have blankets in the boot, and we’ll get the heating on.’
I help her strip, it being far harder to remove wet clothes than I remembered, and I use my t-shirt to clean up the mess running out of her ass. My mess, to be fair.
‘I think that’s the only place I feel warm,’ she says, her hand resting on my shoulder. ‘Ring of fire and all.’
‘So you’re really okay?’ I ask, scooping her up and heading towards the car.
‘Well, my asshole hurts, but other than that? Glorious.’
Finally, we start to warm up as the heat blasts us and we pull on blankets for clothing, tucked into the car. That’s when Kat looks over at me and sighs.
‘We’re a mess, aren’t we?’
And there’s no denying it. With each revenge kill, we seem to skew more off-kilter, and there are still five more to go.
‘Who isn’t?’ I reply as I set off for home.
But deep down I feel what Kat does.
Our minds are starting to crumble around what we’re doing.
Seeking solace in danger.
Loving through lust.