20
Her body trembled as I held her, and I’d never felt close to a woman before.
I had an instant dislike and distrust of women and the way they group like herd animals, whispering, giggling while glancing at their victim under batting eyelashes.
Flirtatious looks were to be avoided because there was always a sense that they were reeling me in only to spit me out and call it a joke while laughing hysterically.
The boy used by the Warwicks to perform their dirty work was coming to the end of my tether.
“You’re not a huggy person, are you?” she whispered against my cheek. “You’re stiff and tense like you’re not used to being touched intimately.”
“That’s an interesting analysis,” I exclaimed.
“Am I right? The metalhead loner,” she added, “hugs like a thorny twine.”
I loosened my grip on her and rolled over, annoyed that she hated my touch, only for moments later her hand found my shoulder, urging me to roll toward her again.
She exhaled as her breath smelled of strawberries, and I was tempted to kiss her, but I felt she needed to talk.
“I liked the way you kissed me in the library, but I hated the way you ruined me in the gardens with Ezrah,” she explained.
“I’m so confused about everything right now, and you three have treated me so poorly, but why should you treat me well.
We are enemies. My head spins about so much, and right now I hate all of you. ”
She fell quiet as I tried to soothe her by stroking her hair, then faltered and took my hand away when I reflected on the hugs like a thorny twine comment. “Yeah, I’m sorr-”
“What?” she balked. “Are you about to apologize to me? You…Mr. Anti-social, yaps like a dog to frighten people, but instead comes across like a complete and utter nutter is trying to apologize to me.”
“Yeah, you praise me too much,” I joked, and she cracked up laughing, and it was like all my problems peeled away with every sweet giggle.
Her hand found mine and laced her fingers in mine under the blankets, and again I felt close to her and wasn’t comfortable with that.
I wasn’t comfortable being close to anyone.
I tensed, but she refused to let go of my hand.
“I don’t know how to do this sort of stuff,” I confessed, then instantly regretted it.
“What sort of stuff?” she breathed as her other hand began playing with my fingers.
“You know, this sort of stuff…with girls,” I struggled to find the words.
“Intimacy?” she questioned.
“Yeah,” I clarified.
“But you’ve had sex with girls before?” she asked in a croaky voice as sleep was beginning to claim her.
“Yes, but it wasn’t intimate, I mean…it was in and out, quick, no messing around.” Finding the right words to explain my feelings was never a talent of mine, and it came out sounding like I was inexperienced, when I really meant that I did not care for the girls.
“Wow, so you never tried to give the girl an orgasm?” My heart sank when she asked this because I didn’t like talking about stuff like this.
“I cared more about me than her,” I said, tensing up some more because it was moving me further away from fucking Adina, which had been my plan from the moment I met her, if it wasn’t for the Warwicks giving clear instructions that I could look but not touch, unless on their order.
Obviously, I disobeyed their order when I kissed Adina twice, and it was the best kiss ever, fuck the Warwicks.
To quickly change the subject because this was leading me down a path of trouble, I said, “You know it wasn’t our idea to make you our prey, and as it turned out, it wasn’t that much fun even for Nicolae.”
“I don’t give a fuck about Nic-o-lae Smugface Warwick.
What an asshole,” she hissed heatedly. “How dare he treat me like a piece of meat?” I sensed her growing anger when her fingers began digging into my skin out of frustration, and it wasn't until I flinched from her sharp nails piercing my skin that she realized what she was doing. “Sorry,” she sighed, then a few beats passed before she was back to the original topic. “So, you’re not the type of guy to return a call after you had sex with a girl.”
“Nah,” I was feeling uncomfortable again because she was going to point out inadequacies, and I was fully aware of what those inadequacies were.
So I had to change the subject again. “I found this book in the library about the legends surrounding this place when my great-great-grandfather was alive.”
“Yeah? What did it say?” Good, she had moved on, so I’ll keep her focused on the strange mystery.
“According to the book, he had a favorite niece whom he’d hide expensive gifts in certain places for her to find.
” Even in the dark, I could tell she was interested by her sharp intake of breath.
“So, there was this one story, although I don’t know if it’s true, about him hiding an expensive diamond brooch worth millions.
She couldn’t find it, so he accused the gardener of stealing it and called the police on him.
The police couldn’t find the brooch anywhere, and it’s still unfound, apparently. ”
“What happened to the gardener?” Her question surprised me because I thought the first thing she was going to ask was, where was it hidden? But maybe she cared more for the poor working-class man who was accused of stealing than the wealthy snob playing stupid games.
“He was sacked, and I don’t know what happened to him,” I told her.
“Everything I’ve heard about your great-great-grandfather, Ashthorn, is quite…”
“Weird,” I answered for her.
“Creepy. Like he had far too much time and money on his hands and was perhaps a little like you, anti-social, and was not well liked,” she said as her fingers began massaging my skin.
“Yep, that’s how he came across to me, too. A recluse, tight ass,” I said.
“Hey,” she suddenly sat up, and I assumed she was going to tempt me to let her out of the basement. But then she surprised me again by asking something I thought she would never ask. “Do you wanna have sex?”
“Ah, okay,” her question stunned me, but I was hardly going to say no, was I?
“One condition,” she said, looking down at me, holding up a finger.
“I’m not letting you out,” I groaned. A typical girl uses sex to get what she wants.
“That wasn’t my condition,” she assured me, “Because I know where your loyalties are. No, my condition is that you have to make me cum, like a proper toe-curling orgasm, and we won’t stop until we achieve that.”
“I thought you hated me?” I questioned.
“I do. I hate all three of you,” she confessed, stripping off her sweatshirt, down to a bra. “But when I heard you talking about your sexual experiences, I thought, man, I need to teach you to pleasure a woman.”
She lay back and carefully pushed her jeans and panties down her legs, winced slightly when her ankle hurt, then her hand found my cock.
I wasn't going to waste this opportunity, so I pulled my clothes off, so I was bare-chested, pulled my cock out, which was half-erect the entire time I was lying there, but with her hand rubbing it, I was hard as fuck.
I kneeled in front of her as she took my length in her mouth, and her small hands found my butt cheeks and squeezed.
First, her tongue licked the shaft before she wrapped her hand around the length and took more in.
I laced my hands at the back of her head and guided her mouth in and out as her other hand moved from my butt to my balls and began massaging.
Then she said something and on pushed my abdomen, so I pulled out, so I could hear her properly. “You failed the first test,” she announced.
“I didn’t know I was being tested,” I argued as she lengthened the space between us, and my heart sank.
“Of course, you were. I said I wanted to have sex with you to teach you to make me orgasm, and you straight away made it all about your pleasure,” she explained.
“And?”
“You should’ve taken charge and sucked my clit or something,” she said, leaning back onto her elbows. “Now, test two, get inside,” and pointed between her legs.
“Are you going to score me out of ten or something?” I quipped, even though if she was going to do that, I was unlikely to enjoy it as much.
“Careful,” she warned, “so there’s only a limited number of positions that won’t hurt my ankle.”
“Fine,” I grumbled as I positioned myself between her legs and began to slide the tip of my cock inside her warm, wet pussy. Jeezus, fucking christ, it felt good. She felt good.
“Stop,” she demanded as I was halfway in. “The orgasm comes from the clitoris, so consider that as you pump.”
“Okay.” At this point, I was prepared to say anything to cream inside her or maybe on her tits. I moved my hips and pushed all the way in, and she gasped, then sighed, “That feels good.”
She then lifted her good leg over my shoulder, while the swollen ankle lay alongside me. I pulled out, then drove in, and she yelled, “Stop,” and I paused, “That’s it. You’ve hit the mark. Small movements.”
I did as she commanded, going against my initial instincts, which were to ram her until I came and then leave, but she had other plans, and her getting off on my cock was only turning me on more.
I began with quick, short thrusts as she asked, and she wailed, arching her back, “Oh my god, that’s sooo gooood. Stay there. Don’t move.”
“I’m not moving,” I promised her as I kept up with the quick, small moments as her body quivered and writhed beneath me.
Her sighing grew higher-pitched and bounced off the walls, and it made me smile that I did that to her. I’d been crushing on her the moment I met her, but I suspect Ezrah had too, so I didn’t know where this situation would lead us, if anywhere.
“Push in all the way,” she ordered, and like a good, horny man, I did as she asked and pushed in all the way, drawing an exasperated sigh from her succulent mouth.
“Out,” and I pulled out, “stop,” and stopped hallway and fell into short, quick movements again, until she demanded, “Push,” and pushed all the way in.
The pressure in my lower abdomen and balls was building up as she clenched tighter around my cock. Her hand grabbed the blankets as she arched her back again, “I’m coming, don’t move, stay there, don’t move.”
“Okay.” I kept the short, quick movements, my cock sodden with her juice, her body felt divine, and for the first time since I had sex when I was fifteen, I had the determination to give a girl an orgasm. Not just any girl, though, this particular girl. Other girls I couldn’t give a fuck about.
Her body moved a certain way, and I knew that it was time to thrust all the way in, then pull all the way out, pause for her approval, then she directed me to pull all the way out, then all the way in, changing it up to long, slow strokes.
As she began to come, holding me tightly, I finished her off with fast strokes, smacking that body as her sighs and moans serenaded the mice that live in the guttering.
“That’s it, oh my god that’s it,” she panted as she peeked, hitched her breath, contracted around my cock as I drove in harder, and then came inside her as the quivers of orgasm tumbled through her body.