15. There’s No Home For You Here #3
He thrusts his hips upward to meet me, the crotch of the scrub pants I’m wearing already darkened by the wet spot beneath me.
I hop off to slide my pants down, kicking them into a shadowed corner, and stand over Demetri again, the giant glowing cross behind us almost symbolic of how miraculous this moment feels.
“Stay quiet now. I’m about to fulfill my serial killer fantasy.
” I hum, lowering myself onto his cock just an inch.
“You’ve been fulfilling that fantasy since last Halloween, Darkling.” Harkins growls the reminder from beneath me, attempting to thrust upward, but with me on top and his arms restricted, he’s fully under my control.
I chuckle, pressing my palms into his chest and sinking another inch. He’s so massive and I’m still so sore, but I couldn’t care less. We’re both well aware we’d die fucking each other, not stopping until we’re nothing but raw flesh.
The pain makes it better; it reminds me how much of this is real and how far we’ve come. It pulls me from the numbness of this place, from the scarcity of consciousness, and brings my soul back into my body.
I lift up like lightning struck me, hopping off him, savoring the disappointment in his groan just long enough to slide down his body and move to my knees on the floor. I pull back, clawing at his muscular thighs. “I’m starving for something thick between my lips, beloved.”
He exhales in anticipation, trying to lift his head from the floor to get a better look at me. I have to use both hands to hold his engorged shaft, the head already glistening with a bead of precum. I bring myself closer, sticking my tongue out and swirling it around the tip.
Harkins hisses, unable to do much more than thrust and whine pitifully.
I hollow my cheeks and take his length past my lips, just enough to taste myself on him. “God, I’ve missed this.” When I lower again, he thrusts with power, sending too much of himself into my mouth and hitting the back of my throat.
I gag, and he chuckles a dark sound like he’s found a loophole in my antics.
“Now, now, Doctor. I’m in charge,” I remind him, moving slower, as if it’s a punishment, licking at the swollen glands before taking all of him into my mouth.
The corners of my mouth stretch far too much from his size, the familiar tears slicing open and creating more room for him.
I bob, licking, sucking, making a sloppy mess over his cock, moaning and forgetting to breathe in the process.
When I come up, I drag oxygen into my lungs, but Harkins lifts his hips, hitting me in the face with his erection.
I wipe my mouth with the back of my arm and smirk, satisfied I’m able to get him exactly where I want him again.
“You said make it quick, right?” I joke, earning another growl from him as I straddle over the monster between his legs.
“End this torture, Darkling,” he grits out, hips still searching for friction, but I’m out of reach.
“Never,” I taunt. “I’m keeping you like this forever, my own personal little fuck toy.”
Demetri whines, like actually fucking whines, as if it’s taking all his composure to not unravel underneath me.
I relieve him of my fuckery, sinking down on his cock with all my weight.
It’s misery and pleasure and absolute carnal perfection.
We groan in sync when he’s fully sheathed inside me, every fiber of my being stretched to the fucking brim.
I stay like that, bearing down on him, adjusting to his size, as if my body will never truly get used to his massiveness.
“Move, Darkling,” he commands beneath me, lifting me with his hips. “Before I finally get the motivation to tear my way out of this straitjacket and fuck you senseless.”
I moan at the suggestion, grabbing my own breasts and throwing my head back again in delight. “Don’t tease me, Doctor. I’m very vulnerable.”
He grunts beneath me, becoming more frustrated every second I don’t move. “Mila.”
With a cackle, I lift up and come down, my attempt to torment him further failing when I realize how much I need this. It becomes a personal challenge, a goal, an unbreakable desire to finish this, to end our time in this place in a way we can both be reborn from.
“Fuck,” he whispers when I clench, sliding up just to go back down again.
I find the perfect angle, and when his cock hits just the right spot, I know I’ll be done for soon.
With a clear goal, I forgo any and all plans of tormenting my man when my orgasm is so close.
Wrapping my hand around his throat, I bounce, his hips meeting me with purposeful thrusts, my core tightening until all I can do is squeeze tighter.
My grip is near vise-like, but he’s the only thing I hold on to as I unravel, every fiber of my being spiraling out of control with an earth-shattering climax that takes us both. It rips every ounce of oxygen from my lungs until I’m lightheaded, as if it’s me who’s in a chokehold and not him.
I’m a sweaty, limp pile of bones on top of Demetri. His hips slow with the last of his release until we’re nothing but jagged breaths, our chests moving against each other in perfect sync.