22. She tastes like every dark thought I’ve ever had #2
I scream out, whipping my head down to see the bite mark now blooming red on my inner thigh. “Ow, fuck! You bit me.”
“It was a warning.” If that was a warning, I don’t want to know what the actual punishment will be. Instead, I tip my head back as he dives back in, relishing in the way he worships my pussy.
“You taste even better than I thought you would,” he groans.
“Oliver, I need—”
“I know what you need. I know this pussy more than you do.” Then he’s sucking my clit into his mouth.
I buck against him. “Oh, shit, Oliver!” I half shout, half plead for what I don’t know. I can feel the vibrations of his growl on my pussy, making me clench around nothing as I grab onto his hair. He flicks my clit in a fast rhythm, sucking occasionally, making me lose my mind.
My breathing is erratic as pleasure builds and builds.
My gaps and moans echo off the tile walls.
In this moment, I don’t care if I should hate him.
I don’t care that this is wrong. Not even the fact that I’m screaming out his name in a school bathroom; all I care about is using his mouth as he told me to.
His arms wrap around my thighs, holding me in an iron grip, fingers digging in so deep I’m sure I’ll have fingerprint bruises covering my thighs. Just when I’m about to tip over the edge, he pulls back.
“No, please,” I whine.
“I said you aren’t allowed to come until I tell you.” He releases my legs and lowers me to the floor. Ungracefully, I land on my feet. “Stand in front of the bench facing away.” I do as instructed, confused but also intrigued.
Glancing over my shoulder, I watch in building anticipation as he slides in behind me, taking a seat on the small bench in each shower stall.
His hands clench into tight fists on his thighs.
His dick is throbbing, and no doubt aching to be sucked.
His face, though, has my full attention.
Jaw slack, eyes heavy-lidded, and mouth glistening with my cum.
His voice is rough when he speaks. “Bend over, spread your legs, and touch the floor.”
I blush. Hard. “But—”
He smacks my ass, then grabs both cheeks, spreading them. “Now, Lyra, don’t make me ask again. You want me to fuck you with my tongue, right? Then bend over.”
I do, sliding my feet apart and bending as far as I can go. The position makes my thighs shake, but I don’t dare complain.
A finger slides through my folds up and down, then dips inside ever so slightly before pulling away. “I love your bare cunt.” Then his mouth is fusing to my pussy once again. He licks and sucks and fucks me until I’m grinding against his face.
“Who would’ve thought you were such a whore for my mouth? Your pussy is dripping, making a mess of me.”
“Oh God! Ohmygod I-I,” I cry out, trying to pull away when I feel his tongue lick over my back hole. He just grabs my waist even tighter, pulling me against him. He teases me, and holy shit…
“That…that feels so good.” He returns to sucking my clit and flicking his tongue in the best rhythm. I’m panting. Lightheaded and dizzy. “I need to…Oh yes!”
“Come, Lyra, drench my face. Now.” He grits out before shoving his tongue inside me.
“Oliver!” I explode, shaking and damn near crying at the sensations coursing through me. My knees buckle, but before I hit the floor, Oliver is steadying me, lapping at every inch. He turns my face to his, lips and chin wet with my juices.
“Suck on my tongue, taste how delicious your pussy is.” He slams his mouth onto mine hard, making me taste myself. Oliver trails kisses down my jaw, neck to my shoulder, where he re-pierces the previously healed bite mark as blood cascades down over my skin.
He must have a blood kink or fetish or something because God does he like licking mine. He releases my face, steps back, and it’s as if a wall closes. I watch the shudders go down over his eyes in a single blink.
What just happened?
I’m about to get out to follow him, rinsing off one more time, but without a word or even a look back, Oliver walks out.
“Oliver!” I call out and am met with silence and the patter of water hitting the tile at my feet.
I stand under the shower spray, feeling used and discarded once again. I don’t know how long I stay in the shower. Long enough that my skin prunes, and I’m red from washing my body so long.
I don’t understand. And I feel like that’s all I fucking ask now that I know Oliver, and know is a stretch of the word. Because the truth is, I don’t know him. I only know the small pieces he gives me.
“Never would have pegged you for the kinky type.” I look up from the floor and see Leo coming out of someone’s room. My body locks up tight as I fight the clawing memories trying to surface.
“Leo, fuck off.” I don’t have time for his shit right now. My nerves are fried, my heart hurts, and there is a sick ache in my stomach.
“Maybe now that you're back, I can get a turn with you. I promise I can make it hurt; it seems that’s what you're into anyway.” He looks pointedly at my fresh mark, and I shoulder past him, picking up my pace.
“Even if you were the last person on earth, I’d never let you willingly touch me.
” He grabs me before I can get to my room, slamming me against the opposite wall.
I go to scream for help just as he slams his hand over my mouth.
Unlike with Oliver, I don’t get that same rush.
Instead, memories I tried to push down flood me like a tsunami.
“Has to be quick before Amelia comes back.”
“No, don’t wake up; fucking you awake will be so much more of a hassle.”
“Don’t say a fucking word. I know who gave you that mark.” His pupils are blown wide and glassy. Is he…is he fucking high? I shake my head, trying to dislodge his hand, dropping my towel and clothes in the process.
I’m not weak. I’m not defenseless. I fight. I kick and punch him with everything I have.
“Oliver isn’t here to help you this time; there’s no one to defend you. We all see it. How he looks at you and treats you like you're something more than a desperate wannabe.” I buck, but Leo’s taller and stronger than I am. His free hand comes up to my throat and squeezes, pushing on my windpipe.
I choke on the pain. Managing to get my hand up, I punch with all my might into the side of his face. He grunts, only pushing closer.
“Maybe I’ll drag you to your room—” His words get cut off.
“Leo, are you…” April, another girl on my floor, comes out of the room dressed in only a tank top and underwear.
She looks between us, eyes shifting back and forth before looking away.
Leo releases me immediately and straightens.
Coughing, I hold my throat as I look at Leo with so much hate I’m surprised he doesn’t burst into flames.
“Yeah, I’m coming. Just catching up with an old friend.”
“Hey, Leo!” I call just before kneeing him in the balls, watching as he drops to his knees. “Fuck you. Never fucking touch me again, or I’ll find a way to expose what you did to me.” Then, for good measure, I knee him in the face.
Take that for reclaiming some power.
Not wasting another second, I pick up my clothes from the floor, rushing down the hall and around the corner to my room before slamming and locking the door behind me.
I sink to the floor and bury my face in the towel.
The scream that escapes my throat is muffled at first, then louder, until it’s all I can hear.
Rage pours out of me until my throat burns.
I don’t stop until my voice breaks and the anger finally drains into hopelessness.
When I can breathe again, I push myself up.
My hand slips on something smooth. A white envelope sits on the floor.
No stamp. No return address. Just one word on the front.
Unknown.
Written in neat block letters. My lungs lock. I tear it open and pull out the single sheet inside.
Trouble seems to follow you anywhere. It would be better if you left while you still had the chance. But no matter; I like the game.
I stare at the sentence until the words blur, then read it again. And again. Like it’ll change if I keep looking.
I can’t tell if it’s been seconds or minutes when I finally move.
My hands are shaking as I cross to the fridge and grab the first thing I see.
A bottle of wine. I twist the cap and drink straight from it, swallowing too fast, half the bottle gone before I even register the taste.
It doesn’t help. It just makes the room feel smaller.