Chapter 8
Lyzander Corbit
I slam my hands against the porcelain sink, gripping it until my knuckles go white.
I heave as the anger rages through my veins, causing my body to shake.
I could fucking kill him for that. Hearing him moan out another person’s name.
The name we both agreed we would never say to one another, but here he is—cumming with her name on his lips.
Thunder rumbles in the distance and the lights flicker.
Fucking great. I hate the dark, have ever since I was a kid.
I don’t know why, but being alone in the dark terrifies me.
The lights flash and pounding on the door behind me makes me jolt.
“Zan, open the door,” he yells as I take a deep breath.
“Get away from me, Bash,” I growl, and the lights go out and darkness ensues.
“Zan, Zan, answer me,” he shouts, but I’m frozen staring at my dark reflection in the mirror.
A memory floods my mind as I see a little boy screaming in the corner of a dark room and a woman creeping up the stairs with a knife.
A man yells in the distance, and suddenly, arms wrap around me and I scream.
“It’s just me. It’s okay. I’ve got you,” Bash whispers, leading me out of the room.
“What the fuck was that?” I ask in a panic as sweat drips down my forehead.
“I don’t know, Zan. Tell me what you saw?” he says, bringing me to my bed. I sit down and slide against the headboard. He comes to sit next to me, bringing the blanket up and over us, then takes my hand into his.
“I saw a little boy in a corner and a woman with a knife. I don’t know who or what it means.” I heave. I don’t understand. Every single time I’m in the dark, scenes just flood my mind, and I can’t for the life of me put the pieces of the puzzle together.
“Last time, it was the woman and a man yelling while the little boy watched from the stairs. Do you think it’s suppressed memories and you’re fighting to keep them locked away?
” he asks, and I shrug, sliding down the bed and throwing the blanket over my face.
He shuffles around, then he’s cupping my face.
“I don’t know, Bash. I just don’t know. The woman doesn’t look familiar, and the man's voice is always distorted,” I tell him as he pulls me closer.
“You’re shaking, Zan. I need you to inhale deeply through your mouth and exhale through your nose. Do it a few times for me,” he says, and I do just that, but it’s not working. My body continues to shake and my chest tightens. “Fuck! Okay. Tell me five things you can hear.”
“You yapping, owls hooting, thunder rumbling, laughter in the hall, and my own breathing.”
“Okay, good. Four things you see.” He laughs.
“You, the blanket, the moonlight reflecting in the window, and the trees moving in the wind,” I say, taking a deep breath.
“Three things you smell.”
“Fabric softener, my deodorant, and your soap.”
“Two things you feel."
“Your heart is racing against my arm and the blanket on top of me,” I say, taking another deep breath.
“Perfect. Now one thing you can taste,” he whispers, and I roll over, leaning in.
“You,” I breathe, pressing my lips against his.
He sucks in a breath when my tongue snakes against his bottom lip.
He opens and I swirl mine against his, groaning at the minty taste in his mouth.
I suck his tongue and he moans, pulling me closer.
I grip his leg and wrap it around my waist then run my hand up his ribs, causing him to shiver.
He goes to pull away but I don’t let him.
Right now, I just need him. Even if I don’t deserve it.
My hand glides up his bare chest and I wrap my hand around his throat, deepening the kiss, feeling his cock hardening against mine.
I pull away panting. “I need you Bash,” I admit, and he takes a deep breath, disappearing under the blanket as he crawls down my body, pressing his lips against my chest and licking down my stomach.
He pulls down my sweats and grips my cock in his hand, stroking me before his lips wrap around my pierced tip, causing me to hiss.
“Fuck, Bash,” I groan as he sucks down my length and takes me to the back of his throat.
I wish the lights were on. I want to look into his eyes while he gags on my cock.
My fingers dig into his shoulders as I groan deep in my chest. He swallows around me, cupping my balls, giving them a squeeze.
“Mmm, such a good boy, Bash.” He moves between my legs bobbing his head up and down my cock before he swirls his tongue around my piercing, making my thighs tremble.
His mouth slides off of me and he spits on his fingers then slides them between my cheeks.
“Let me make you feel good, Zan,” he growls, and I groan when his wet fingers slide inside me as his mouth sinks back down my length.
“Fuckkk, Bash. Your throat is so fucking tight,” I moan as he takes me once again to the back of his throat, gagging hard just how I like it.
I shiver as his fingers pump inside me and I thrust up as he sucks me harder, picking up his pace.
I run my hands through his dirty blond hair, pulling at the roots, and he growls.
“I want you to cum with me. Please let me,” I beg, and he releases me with a pop, but continues to finger fuck my ass.
“Are you sure?” he asks, and I growl.
“Yes. Come up here. Now!” I command, and he laughs.
“Sit on my face, Buttercup,” I order, and he groans, removing his fingers from my ass.
He gets up, removing the blanket, and takes off his sweats as I move down the bed so he has room to straddle my face.
He climbs on top and I lick up his length and spit on my fingers before sinking him into my mouth.
He groans as I spread his cheeks and sink my fingers inside him.
“Mmm… yes. Fuck, Zan,” he groans as his hips roll, sending him deeper into my mouth.
He strokes my length, then sinks his fingers back into me, and we both groan deeply.
I swallow around his length, adding another finger into him.
His body shakes as mine shivers and I thrust up into him, gagging him once again which only makes his ass tighter as I continue to finger him.
I swallow and gag, knowing he’s close as I feel his balls lift and his body trembling uncontrollably.
His hips snap as I thrust up over and over again until we both cum so fucking hard down each others throat.
His cock softens and he slows his pace, easing out of my ass and off my cock.
He pants as I do the same then he climbs off of me.
I grab his arms and pull him up to me, slamming my lips against his.
He lays between my legs as we continue to kiss.
I wrap my arms around him because I wish so badly that we could stay like this forever, but I know it’s not possible, and before I know it—the lights come back on and he gets up without a second glance, gets dressed and leaves the room.
Why does he keep leaving me? I don’t get it. I just wanted more time but then again–after the way I treated him at practice, I wouldn’t want me either.