Chapter 18 #2
She was quiet for a long time.
When I finally looked over, she wasn’t angry. Wasn’t hurt, exactly.
“Yeah,” she said. “Fair enough.”
Another pause.
Then she nudged the blanket toward the center of our construction.
“Truce?”
I nodded.
“Truce.”
We settled in, both facing opposite directions, backs to the gap between us, like two stubborn kids at a sleepover who’d rather fall off the edge than accidentally touch in the middle of the night.
The room went quiet; I stared at the ceiling.
The sound of her breathing. Slow and deliberate, the way people breathe when they’re trying very hard to fall asleep and failing.
I was doing the same thing.
Trying not to think about how close she was. Trying not to think about what was happening outside. Trying not to wonder how many of those things were standing in the dark right now, pressed against fences and doors and windows, waiting for something living to make a sound.
* * *
The dim aquarium light flickered across the room like dying stars, casting long, restless shadows over the makeshift bed we’d made on the sagging office couches.
The rough sleeping bag scraped my back every time I shifted, but I barely noticed.
Every nerve was tuned to her—Sloane. Her back pressed against mine, skin hot, the faint tremor in her breathing telling me she wasn’t sleeping either.
That clean, salty scent of her skin mixed with soap and sweat clung to the air between us, intoxicating, maddening.
My cock was already thick and heavy, pulsing against the confines of my boxers, betraying me with every shallow breath she took.
The radio static from earlier still crackled in my head. Empty streets. The world ending in slow motion. And here we were, two animals pretending a thin layer of cotton and a bullshit “truce” could keep us from tearing each other apart.
She moved first.
A slow, deliberate roll of her hips—the plush, heated curve of her ass dragging along my thigh.
Teasing. Sinful and so not accidental; not even close.
My body tensed, every muscle coiled, heart slamming against my chest like it was trying to break free.
I shifted, turning to spoon her fully. Pretending to still be asleep.
Another grind, but this one slower. Filthier. Her round ass pressing back with wicked intent, molding perfectly against the thick, hardening length of my cock through the thin fabric. The heat of her pussy radiating against me as she rocked just enough to tease the swollen head.
“Sloane,” I rasped. A low, rough warning, thick with barely leashed hunger.
She didn’t answer with words, simply arched her back like a cat in heat instead, pushing that perfect ass harder against me, rolling her hips in a slow, obscene circle that ground her perfect ass along the rigid length of my cock, teasing the swollen head through the thin fabric until my vision tunneled.
I snapped.
My hand shot to her hip—fingers digging into soft flesh hard enough to leave deep crescent bruises. I yanked her back against me so violently that the couch groaned beneath us, and she gasped, dripping with want. Her thighs clenched, heat pulsing against my throbbing shaft.
I flipped her in one brutal motion, pinned her writhing body beneath me, wrists trapped above her head in my grip before she could blink. Her eyes—huge in the low light, wide, lips swollen and parted on a silent moan. Not in fear, just raw, glittering, cock-hungry desperation staring back at me.
“You’ve been thinking about this,” I growled, knee shoving her thighs wide apart, exposing soaked leggings clinging to her cunt. “Haven’t you? All fucking day. Waiting for me to break and ruin that greedy little pussy again.”
She licked her lips. Slow. Filthy. “Yes.”
I leaned in until our mouths hovered a breath apart, my throbbing cock grinding against her soaked slit. “Say it.”
“I want it to hurt,” she whispered, her voice shaking with need. “I want you to make it fucking hurt, Callan. Make me forget everything outside that door while you fuck my tight cunt.”
That was all I needed.
I crushed my mouth to hers, teeth sinking into her plump lower lip until hot, copper blood bloomed between us.
She moaned into the kiss, loud and broken and dripping with desperation, her tongue shoving back like she wanted to fight me for dominance.
I let her. Let her bite my tongue hard enough to draw fresh blood.
The sharp, metallic sting flooding my mouth only made my cock throb painfully harder against her soaked leggings.
I ripped her tank top up and over her head.
Full breasts spilled free—heavy, soft, her nipples already tight and dark and begging for abuse.
I latched onto one like a starving man, sucking the stiff peak deep into my mouth before biting down hard, teeth sinking into tender flesh until she arched violently off the couch with a choked, guttural scream.
My free hand roughly palmed the other breast, pinching and twisting the swollen nipple between my fingers, rolling it cruelly until fresh tears of pain and pleasure pricked the corners of her wide, lust-filled eyes.
“Fuck—yes—harder,” she gasped.
I obliged, unrelenting. Dragged my teeth slowly down the soft, sensitive underside of her breast, scraping hard enough to leave angry red trails that bloomed into welts.
Sank my teeth into the tender skin just below her breast, biting deep until she gasped and shuddered.
Sucked viciously at the dip of her waist, pulling delicate flesh between my lips and marking her with dark, throbbing bruises that would last for days.
Every brutal mark made her writhe harder beneath me, hips bucking wildly, her soaked pussy desperately searching for any friction against my throbbing cock.
I shoved her leggings and panties down in one rough, impatient yank—fabric tearing at the seams. She kicked them off frantically, legs trembling. The thick, heady scent of her arousal slammed into me—musky, sweet, shamelessly desperate. Her cunt dripping with slick need.
I spread her thighs wider with my shoulders, pinning her completely open, exposed.
Her pussy—fucking drenched. Lips swollen and parted, glistening obscenely in the low aquarium glow.
Stiff clit flushed, dark and begging. Tight little hole clenching around nothing, leaking fresh arousal down her ass.
“Look at this filthy little cunt,” I muttered, my thumb sliding lightly against her clit, eyes locked on hers, voice thick and rough with hunger. “Soaking and twitching just from me hurting you. Dripping everywhere like the desperate little slut, begging to be ruined.”
I didn’t tease. I plunged three thick fingers inside her dripping cunt without warning, rough and deep, stretching her tight walls instantly as I curled them hard against that soft spot that made her sob brokenly.
She clenched immediately, her greedy pussy fluttering and pulsing, trying to suck me deeper into her slick heat.
“More,” she begged, her voice cracking with desperate need. “Please—stretch me—make it burn.”
I added a fourth finger, forcing her tight little pussy wider around my knuckles.
She hissed through her teeth, hips jerking violently, but she pushed back onto my hand like the eager little slut she was, greedy for the deep, burning ache.
I twisted my wrist, scissoring my fingers roughly, opening her soaked cunt even more, her arousal coating my hand and dripping down to her tight asshole.
Tears of overwhelming pleasure-pain slid down her temples.
She looked fucking destroyed already—flushed, trembling, beautiful, her tits heaving with every gasp.
“Say my name,” I ordered, my thumb smashing against her swollen clit in brutal, punishing circles.
She hesitated—half a heartbeat—then the word spilled out on a broken whimper. “Callan…”
“Louder, baby girl.”
I slapped the inside of her soft thigh—sharp, stinging, the crack echoing through the room as her flesh vibrated.
“Callan!” she cried out, her body spasming hard around my stretching fingers, her dripping pussy clenching and gushing around the brutal invasion.
“Good girl. That’s so fucking good,” I growled, voice low and filthy.
I rewarded her by rubbing her swollen clit faster, harder.
Fingers slamming in and out of her dripping cunt until her thighs shook uncontrollably.
“Such a perfect little slut, taking four fingers in your tight little pussy even when it hurts, creaming all over my hands…. mmm.”
I pulled my fingers out before she could cum, her greedy hole clenching desperately around nothing. She screamed at the sudden emptiness, hips bucking wild.
“Do you want me to kiss your special place?” I taunted, spreading her soaked thighs even wider.
“God, yes—yes—I want your tongue inside me,” she whimpered, voice shaking, wrecked with desperation.
I dove in like a starving man, buried my face between her trembling thighs, tongue plunging deep into her tight, slick hole—fucking her with long, brutal strokes while my lips sucked on her swollen bud.
Licked up every drop of sweet arousal, groaning against her pussy as I devoured her.
Dragged my tongue up to her throbbing clit, sucked the sensitive bud hard into my mouth, flicking and lashing relentlessly while two fingers shoved back inside her, curling viciously against her G-spot.
“That’s it, baby girl,” I growled against her cunt. Vibrations made her jerk. “Ride my tongue. Let me taste how soaked you are for me. Cum on my face like a good little slut.”
She came with a shattered scream, back bowing so hard I thought she’d snap, cunt clamping down like a vice around my fingers—pulsing, gushing hot squirt all over my mouth and chin.
She bit my shoulder hard, teeth sinking in until the skin broke.
The sharp pain lanced straight to my cock, throbbing painfully against her thigh.
I didn’t give her time to recover.