Chapter Twenty-nine
Rowan
“They fucked on an embalming table.” His eyes are wide as saucers and bloodshot like he hasn’t slept. The smell of weed is strong on him, and I can’t help but laugh. He’s high as a kite, trying to make out why the hell they fucked on the embalming table.
Already knowing the lore about the morgue, I say, “I fucked myself with a hairbrush last night. We’re all screwed in some way.” I giggle when he bites his lip, envisioning the scene I gave him.
“And if that wasn’t the sexiest ass thing I’ve ever seen,” he says so proudly while rubbing my leg as we watch Roxy from the bench where we were interrupted earlier.
He rubs harder on my thigh. “I didn’t tell you before, but Thomas has someone,” he whispers to me, like someone will hear us.
“I’m glad he does. He deserves to be happy.”
Using the metal frame, Luca leans his head back; the night now shrouds us. “That he does.”
We sit in the night's silence, both lost in our own thoughts.
“You want to take a walk?” Luca asks.
Crinkling my forehead, “Where, around the graveyard?” I laugh at the craziness that sounds. It’s dark!
“Yes.” He stands up and pulls me along with him.
“Shit,” I yelp out from the unexpectedness as he drags me across the lawn.
“Roxy,” I tell him.
“She’s fine; she’s exploring.”
I look behind me and don’t see her. Knowing she’s doing just that.
We walk across the lawn; the graveyard comes into sight.
Old stones block the new ones in the back; an arched gate welcomes those who are rushing for a moment with their dead loved ones.
Sprinkled around are flickering lampposts.
Loving how Matteo makes it look like there’s a fire burning inside of them. A nod to the days of the past.
Stepping through the threshold and around the tombstones, Luca and I walk hand in hand.
The way you feel alive while visiting a cemetery should be studied.
Is it because we’re faced with our own mortality as we walk past those laid to rest, once alive humans?
Humans who were fighting their own battles.
Some were just falling in love, others fell out, and those who were just complacent with where they were when the clock stopped ticking.
I don’t want to be complacent.
The darkness doesn’t feel so dark out here, with Luca. Nothing now feels dark when I’m with him, now that I have him. Darkness is something I’m no longer afraid of because of Luca.
“You know what I mean?” His voice comes to the forefront of my mind, and I realize he’s been talking this whole time.
“Huh?”
I see his head turn. “You weren't even listening.”
“Sorry. I wasn’t.”
He stops abruptly, yanking me back to his now still body.
“Ah,” comes out when I hit his chest.
“I could have been professing my undying love to you, and you missed it,” he whispers into my ear, his breath tickling. I stand on my tiptoes to get closer to his mouth, enjoying the way he makes my body shiver and feeling goosebumps rise on my arms.
“Then you’ll have to repeat it again.” My hand reaches up to clasp behind his neck, wanting his mouth closer to me.
I turn my head to meet his lips. The kiss starts off slowly, but once his tongue enters my mouth, I lose the option of being slow. I rub mine against his, our saliva mixing, forming the perfect liquid, swallowing it down. The hint of Bourbon on his tongue is intoxicating.
Pulling away from his lips, I say, “We’re in a graveyard, Luca.”
I see his wet lips expand with his smile in the lamppost light. “I know.”
Reaching up, I rub his beard before letting my finger trail his lips.
He slowly parts them, his tongue peeking out to lick my fingertip, opening his mouth wider, allowing my finger in.
When his lips close around it, I let out a little moan when he adds his teeth, clamping down on my skin.
His tongue circles around my finger before he sucks it.
“Fuck,” I pant out. This simple act has gotten my panties wet.
Biting down harder, a sharp pain radiated up my finger, and my eyes closed before he unclasped his teeth, letting my finger free.
I don’t want to take it out; I want him to keep sucking and biting it.
“The things I would do for you, Rowan,” he mumbles around my finger as I take it out of his mouth.
“What would you do for me, Luca?” I don’t need to ask him because I know what he’d do for me. He’s killed for me. He’s loved me in my darkest times… Fuck, still in my dark times. But I want to hear his words.
“I’d give up this existence for you.”
I know he would, but I don’t want that. My existence doesn't matter if he isn’t here.
“Would you give up thinking about me being easy to hurt? Stop treating me like I’m breakable. Fuck me like you want to. Use me any way you want.” Each word comes out in a pant. Needing him to do all of that. Wanting him to. The ache between my legs needs him to.
He moans, “Yes.” And without warning, he’s wrapped around me, lifting me. I wrap my legs around his waist as our mouths slam together, teeth clanking, but ignoring it. Devouring the other. My moans float onto the treetops, swept away by the slight wind. A lullaby for the dead.
We’re frenzied as we kiss, my hands pulling at his shirt, scratching his back.
When I am slammed against a hard object.
My hand releases his shirt, flying back to find purchase, feeling the engraving on the rough stone, knowing it’s the monument that sits in the middle of the cemetery.
It’s old, weathered by time, and beautifully gothic.
Luca’s hand grazes my face, his thumb roughly rubbing my cheek before he pulls back. “I’m going to fuck you in this cemetery. I want you to scream so loud you’ll wake the fucking dead, Rowan.” His eyes are full of wanting.
Nodding, I finally get my mouth to work. “Yes.” It is all I can manage before we’re connected once again. His hand unwraps my leg from around his waist, and I’m slowly lowered to the ground below.
“Take off your clothes,” he directs me, stepping back a few feet, watching.
I feel like I have layers on, and it takes forever to get each one off, but in reality, my hands keep fumbling trying to remove them. The excitement coursing through me. He and his words promising me something I want so badly.
Finally removing my panties, I stand in the cemetery naked, panting and watching him watch me. He's quiet as he takes my shadowed kissed body in. With each breath, my breasts rise and fall, my nipples hard from his stare and the chill in the air.
Barely closing the gap between us. He brings his hand to his mouth, spitting on it. Bending down nose level to my pussy, using his other hand, he taps my ankle, wanting me to spread them, and I do.
“Ahh, fuck.” My head falls back to the stone behind me when his spit coats my pussy from clit to opening.
“Goddamn,” I mutter out to him, my head falling to look down at him, and he’s staring up at me, a wicked smile on his face.
Without warning, his fingers enter me, roughly, scraping my canal, but in the best way possible, the pain makes me moan.
Sucking in hard, releasing my breath, I spread my legs even wider apart as he fingers fucks me.
I want to ride it, but he places his other hand on my hip, his fingers splayed over my scar.
He lightly rubs it. I bite my lip. The feeling of him pleasuring me and showing attention to my branding is something that’s hard to comprehend.
I want him to stop, but I don’t. This is me.
That branding is mine. It’s my war scar, a story forever on my body, and he shows it love, even when I hate its existence.
But it’s mine. My survival of monsters made of men.
I look at Luca and smile, grinding onto his fingers, wanting them in me as far as they can go. Loving the stretch of them.
He leans into my slight dusting of pubic hair, breathing in. “If you could smell yourself, fuck, baby. My mouth is salivating.” I feel his wet tongue slide over my clit, flicking it. The feeling makes me shiver; goosebumps take over my skin. A reaction only to Luca.
Slowly removing his fingers, I cry for him not to stop. “No, keep going,” I beg.
“Get on your knees,” he tells me before licking his fingers clean of my juices, standing at his full height, hovering over me.
Licking my lip, I ease down to the hard ground, all my weight going onto my knees, biting into the bits of rock and decaying trees.
“Perfection,” he praises me, and my back becomes straighter with his words.
His zipper being undone echoes in my ears. “Crawl to me, Rowan.” Freeing his dick, he rubs it roughly.
With cautious movements, minding the unseen small rocks, I make my way to his boot-clad feet. He looks down on me, his eyes half hooded. My tits sway as his hand meets my head, rubbing it. And I’m like a cat, pushing into its master's hand, wanting more.
“Spit on it.” He strokes his cock. I lean up on my knees, enjoying the bite of rocks digging into my skin, adding an enjoyable sting as I pucker my lips together, sucking my slobber to the front of my mouth, before I part them, spitting on his dick, as he rubs his shaft, spreading the spit from the tip to his base.
Dropping his head down, moaning as he jerks, increasing in speed.
“Keep your mouth open.” His eyes sear into me.
And I do, with my tongue out, ready for whatever he’ll give me.
His free hand tightens around my hair, jerking my head back, positioning me just right. “Rub your tits,” Luca groans down to me.
I do more than rub them; I press them together while twisting my nipples. Wishing it were his mouth and teeth. The sharp pain has me hissing, but I don’t let up. Wanting it. All the while, my mouth still open and waiting.
“That’s it, baby, just like that. I wish you could see yourself right now. Fucking sexy,” he grunts out, his motion becoming more feverish. “I’m going to cum down your throat.”
I can’t speak, but I moan with approval, letting him know I want it. Fuck, I more than want it; I need it.
Warm liquid lands on my outstretched tongue, some hitting my chin and lips.
“Fucking masterpiece.”
I close my mouth, swallowing his cum, the tang hitting the back of my throat. Using my finger to wipe my chin, bringing it to my open mouth, and sucking it off. Savoring the taste of Luca.
“Fuck me, please,” I beg him, still on my knees, looking up at my own personal God. My breathing is faster. My arousal rises from his dominance.
“Stand up.” His voice is thick with wanting.
I do without a word; I can feel the little pieces of rocks and debris stuck to my knees.
He strikes out, grabbing my neck while simultaneously attacking my mouth, pulling me to him.
His still hard cock pokes my stomach, and I move closer, cocooning it between us, rubbing my skin up and down it.
His hand becomes tighter around my neck and I moan into his mouth before I feel his grip loosen, and I immediately break our kiss.
“Don’t.” I want him. I need him to be harder on me; fuck, I need that.
I need to know that I have a choice, and I’m making the choice to let him be rough with me, to give me pain. Because I need it.
With his hand still around my neck, he kisses my face, down to my breast, before sucking my nipple into his mouth.
His tongue rolls around my hard nipple, making me mewl.
The tight grip on my neck and the bite from his teeth on my nipple does something to me.
“I want you to fuck me so hard, baby. I need your dick now.” My voice sounds weird from his pressure on my voice box, but he understands me.
Steering me by my neck, his hand never unclasps, just moves to the back of my neck, his thumb and pinky finger holding each side. “Hold on to the gravestone.”
I’m fixing to get fucked over someone's grave, and the thrill that shoots through me is insane.
My hands rub over the rough stone, taking purchase, spreading my legs apart, opening up for him. Inviting him in.
The head of his dick plays with my entrance, swirling my wetness around; my eyes roll into the back of my head.
“Oh, my God,” I cry out as he plunges into me, my stomach scraping the tombstone, scratching my skin up, but the pain of that and Luca fucking me is something I’ve never felt or experienced before, along with his pressure on my neck.
With each thrust, I cry out. Loud. The mixture of it all is overwhelming.
“Wake the fucking dead, Rowan,” he moans.
Leaning onto my back, he says, “I’m going to fuck your ass, baby.
” I feel his cock leave my pussy, filling the emptiness, as he trails the head of his dick up to my asshole.
I curl my toes into the ground, disturbing the dirt under them, and then I feel his pressure from the head of his penis. “Ready?”
“Yes,” I pant out.
His insertion is easy and smooth, as my ass stretches to allow him in. We’re both still; the only thing moving is his dick entering me. Once he’s halfway in, I can’t take it anymore. I push my ass back, his dick fully entering me, and a scream escapes me.
“God, if you could only feel what I feel, baby. How tight your ass is, my dick being squeezed. I want to come in you so bad.”
Removing his hand from the back of my neck, he reaches around, finding my swollen clit, circling it with the tip of his finger.
“Luca,” I moan out. As his pace picks up, fucking my ass faster, the pressure on my clit mixed with him fucking me is out of this world. Realizing how much I love giving him my entire body. “Yes, just like that,” I call out loud, praising him and his dick. “I’m going to come.”
His pace becomes faster, more erratic. My orgasm on the brink. With a scream, I cum. With each thrust, I moan out. “Oh. My. God.” My legs shake from under me.
“You’re so tight. God, you’re tight.” His hand eases up on my clit as he comes inside me. His thrust comes in spurts as he empties himself dry.
Luca lays himself over me and kisses my back. “I love you.” He laughs, our surroundings coming into untainted view, now that the height of arousal is slowly fading away with each heartbeat that slows to its normal rhythm.
I lean over the tombstone, looking down at it. “I’m sorry,” I apologize to whoever we just soiled on top of.