CHAPTER 6 FIZ #2
I don’t know how my tongue accidentally slipped out and fell between her legs, but my face is now buried in the heat of her.
I lick a long strip along her parting, the tanginess making my skin rise in goosebumps.
The feminine scent surging deep into my stomach.
I give her clit a little flick and her hips flex up into me. Fuck.
Just a little more.
My fingers slide into her pussy and she sighs, her walls already squeezing around them. Gees, has this girl been starved of satisfaction like us? How long’s she gone without someone’s cock ramming into her, hitting that G spot and making her scream?
My eyes roll closed as I picture it. Slamming this little frame with my cock, splitting her in half and her screams ringing in my ears.
Begging me to stop. Begging me to go harder.
Either way gets my cock aching in my trousers.
I can’t come. I can’t fucking come. If I keep licking her like this, I fucking will.
I hook my fingers inside her and jerk my hand fast, yearning to feel her clench around me, feel her writhe beneath me.
Her breaths quicken and my muscles go taut, willing the rising storm to pass. Cade’s right, we’ve done the majority, I can do fifteen more days, as long as this divine cunt is the one I’m plunging into at the end of it.
I’m so overcome with need my body overrules my conscience. My teeth clamp down on her clit, desperate to hear her scream, momentarily completely forgetting what the situation actually is here.
She’s hauled from sleep with a yelp as my teeth nip her most sensitive spot. Her head flings up. She spots me, head between her trembling legs, fingers inside her pussy, teeth clamped on her clit. A pair of wide eyes staring back at her from her most vulnerable area. A goddamn deer in headlights.
Needless to say, the sheer outrage and utter murder in her eyes are probably warranted.
I release her clit from between my teeth to say, “Well, this is awkward.”
She screams at me, a wild, screeching sound, and it shoots an aroused shiver right up my spine.
The leg comes up quicker than I can anticipate and she kicks me straight in the face.
The force sends her back, pushing distance between us as I roll onto my back and clutch my face while it throbs in pain.
It’s not too bad, but the girl’s got some surprising power in her, considering her current famished and withered state.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?!” she screams.
I blink several times as my vision clears, then roll back onto my stomach to face her, seeing her curling up into herself. “A number of things, actually. One being an absolute sucker for a juicy pussy. Or biter.” I wink.
She kicks out again, but I’m ready this time.
I catch her ankle, rising to my knees as I drag her across the floor until she’s beneath me.
I drop forward and cage her in. Her fists come up to my chest, batter at my face, but I’ve had pure iron-like fists pummel me before, her puny attack is nothing.
“You’re a feisty little one, aren’t you?” I say, watching her struggle and fight, feeling my dick get harder. “You’re going the right way about getting railed if you don’t stop.”
She falters, gives me one last stinger of a slap across my cheek, which only makes me smirk at her.
“Get the fuck off me! You’re not allowed to touch me!”
“And I haven’t,” I say with a tone of simplicity. “It was all a dream, princess. You were wriggling around on the floor. I woke you up, thought you were having a nightmare. If anything, you should be thanking me.”
“Don’t gaslight me! I know what I saw and felt!”
I bite my lip and think, yeah, me too, and I want more. “Well, you’re awake now. That’s what I came to do. Told Master I’d come and check on you.” I still taste her on my tongue. I suck on it in my mouth, trying desperately to keep the tang of her juices on my tastebuds.
“You can tell your master that you just molested his fiancé. Better yet, I’ll go do it.”
She goes to get up, slithering out from under me, so I wrap my fingers around her throat, over the bruises where another set of fingers had recently been, and slam her back down on the floor.
The shock of my speed has her falling still, but she doesn’t look afraid.
“If you tell Cade, I will tear that little clit right off your cunt with my teeth, do you understand me?” My voice hardens enough to make her body go rigid, glaring at me with just enough fear that lets me know she believes me. She should.
“Do you understand me?” I say again.
Reluctantly, she nods.
I take a moment to feel the tendons in her neck ripple and shift as she swallows.
My fingers dig deeper into the soft flesh.
The urge to have this hold on her while roughly fucking into her has me reeling, so close to slipping over the edge.
But I’ve way overstepped the line, and I need to remove myself before one of them comes to prove they were completely right about my impulses.
I release her and watch as she scrambles to her feet.
She grabs some clothes from atop the bed: a pair of Caden’s black jogging bottoms and a long-sleeved grey jumper.
I watch as she hurriedly covers herself, hiding away every bit of skin.
I expect her to head to the bathroom, or jump on the bed, anywhere away from me but remain in the safety of the only room she knows, but that’s not what she does.
The little bitch goes flying towards the door.
I’m on her in a flash. I yank a fistful of her hair and she’s hoisted back, falling at my feet with a yelp.
“Where do you think you’re going, little princess?”
She doesn’t answer. Instead, a tight fist comes over her head and lands right on my balls. Agony blasts through my middle as I double over, nausea springing up in my chest. I crumble and only half see her haul the door open and disappear.
Shit.
I push up on wobbly legs and stumble out into the hallway, still clutching my precious balls.
By the time I reach the living room, Elodie’s already spewing some dramatic retelling of our encounter, arms flailing around her, eyes wild and panicked.
Caden and Alf are on their feet, listening to her. Cade’s eyes flick to me as I approach her from behind.
All three dogs appear, running up to her, and that knocks her from her theatrics.
She leaps up onto the coffee table but Alfie’s quick to react.
God forbid anyone disturbs his Legos. He catches her and holds her in his arms. She hooks her arms around his neck and then catches sight of me, a darkness sweeping over the fear.
I hold my hands out and approach, Bob coming up to sniff at me. “Just a little misunderstanding is all. I never touched her. I think she was dreaming, and when she saw me there, she thought the worst.”
“You’re a liar!” she shrieks, and Bob turns and barks. Her grip tightens around Alfie. He whispers something in her ear that has her pressing her lips into a thin line and poking her chin out.
I pat Bob on the head and approach them. “Listen, Cade–”
“Don’t.” He holds up a hand to silence me. Then turns to Elodie. “Coming in here and causing drama is what we don’t need. We’re a tightknit group here. A family. Do not come into my house and start trouble.”
The shock on Elodie’s face is picturesque. I try to hide the smugness from mine.
“Are you kidding me? He assaulted me in my sleep!”
Cade raises his voice to an aggressive authority that makes everyone go still. “Enough! We’re not getting off to a great start here, Elodie. I won’t have you making up bullshit about my boys.”
I can see the cogs turning in his head. I can see him holding back. He wants to discipline her. I want him to. I want to watch him make her squirm.
“I didn’t make anything up! He had his face shoved in between–”
“Enough!” Caden cuts her off.
Her mouth snaps shut.
His hands are clenched into fists so tight his knuckles are turning white, and his jaw is so taut I can see the muscle ticking at the back. He’s going to boil over. And I’ve got a front-row seat.
After long, stretched, tense moments of silence with Elodie scowling at him in disbelief, he deflates. “Just… go to your room. Now.”
Alfie eases her down, and the look of defeat and rage etched into her face is almost comical.
“I’m not staying here. This won’t ever work. I’m not living in a place where I’m going to be abused and assaulted.”
Cade closes the distance between them. Alfie stays behind her so she can’t back away. This is delightful.
He looks her up and down in that belittling way that has her shrinking from him.
The disdain drips off his curled lips. “You have nowhere else to go. No one else wants you. I’m your best bet now.
And if you don’t get back up those stairs in the next five seconds, I’ll show you what abuse looks like. ”
Distress floods her delicate features, and she scurries away, hand clasped over her mouth. Her quiet sobs float back to us.
Once she’s gone, I turn to the boys. “Why the restraint, Cade? Why not let her have it?”
He shoots a finger out at me, eyes narrowed and cutting. “Don’t you dare. You clearly gave her enough. What the fuck did you do?”
I shrug, waltz over to the sofa and plop down. “I had to see.”
Cade bows down and grabs the collar of my shirt. “I told you not to. Why can’t you follow simple instructions? Always thinking with that tiny dick of yours.”
“It’s far from tiny and you know it. That’s why it consumes so much of my brain. I can’t help it, bro, I had to see.”
He lets my shirt go and drops down beside me. Alf goes back to his Legos.
“Unbelievable.” Cade rests his head back and looks up at the ceiling. Quieter, he says, “Did you make her come?”
I shake my head. “I was close. But she woke up.”
Alf spits a laugh. “Classic Fiz. Can never get a girl to finish.”
I throw Bob’s toy bone at his head and Bob leaps on him, sending them both crashing to the floor with a grunt from Alf. I chuckle.
Caden looks lost in thought beside me. Knowing him as well as I do, I decide to stir the pot. He’s always the most equanimous out of the three of us during The Cleanse, it’s only fair to even the odds.
“You should see it, bro. Tight little thing, right up your alley.”
He clenches his jaw.
I continue. “Pretty, pink, pristine. Doesn’t look broken in at all.”
Alf appears from underneath Bob and says, “But it obviously is, all those rumours…” Bob moves away, coming over to me, and Alf sits up again.
“Could be just that – rumours.” I shove my hands down my boxers, cupping my throbbing, aching balls. “Imagine, Cade, you landed yourself with the perfect woman. Petite, breakable, feisty. Compliant as well, apparently, with the right amount of threat.”
Caden makes an unsubtle motion of rearranging his dick, which is certainly getting hard at the images I’m instilling into his primal brain.
We’re all running on fumes now, weeks without the feel of a pussy wrapped around one body part or another. No porn, no wanking. Just the mere mental image of a perfectly untouched vagina has us all tipping over the edge.
“Did she taste good?” Alf murmurs, tapping a Lego piece rapidly on the table and bobbing one of his crossed legs.
I grin. “Fucking divine.”
There’s a moment of wistful silence, our brains drifting off to the same place between tight, wet walls.
“Shame about the body.” I sigh. “Never seen someone so fucked up, and that’s saying something. The pussy” – I bring my fingertips to my mouth and give a chef’s kiss – “her body on the other hand…” I drop my arm into my lap, shake my head. “Proper broken.”
Cade holds up a hand. “Hold on. What do you mean she’s fucked up?”
Alf tilts his head. “I told you. Her body’s a wreck.”
“Yeah,” I add, “she’s been beaten to a damn pulp. I’m surprised there’s no like, broken bones or something.”
Cade shakes his head, eyes closed. “Wait, wait. I thought you meant the state of her, the starved and dirty aesthetic. You mean she’s actually injured?”
I look across to Alf. “Well, yeah. She had a pair of your shorts and tee on, could see some of her skin. Then you take the shorts off – all the colours of the violent rainbow.”
Cade’s eyes glaze over. “Sex?”
I shrug. “Pfft, if it’s sex then she’s one hell of a masochist. That’d be too far even for me.”
“So, you’re saying someone beat her?”
“My guess.”
He looks to Alf. “Her dad?”
He rolls a shoulder, puts a couple of Lego pieces together. “She wasn’t forthcoming with information.”
“The bruises on her thighs looked a little intimate – if they’re from her old man,” I say, a tad quieter.
Caden shoots up, crosses the room, and disappears.
Whoops. I only meant to rile him up. Instigate a little drama, carnage, drive him up the proverbial wall. I didn’t stop to think that I might ram him straight through it.
Good luck, Sleeping Beauty.