CHAPTER 54 #3
The indent in the cheek of his ass every time he drove forward. The tension in his muscles and neck, and power in his thighs with every controlled thrust and sinuous roll of his hips.
The raw beauty of our reckless fucking reflected back at me like a dark image I wanted to frame inside my mind.
My breaths turned to a sharp staccato, as my muscles wound tight, taking in the swell of his cock filling me.
His teeth clenched, jaw wired and straining. Sweat gleamed over his body while his muscles flexed around me. Destroying me from the inside out.
As the footsteps finally retreated, he let out a shaky breath and slammed into me harder. Faster. Thumping against the wall marked the fervor in his body.
The tension rippled inside of me. Twisted and curled, as I rode the edge of something wonderful.
A deep, cramping ache bloomed in my taut muscles, and I arched into him, surrendering to this rapturous destruction.
He groaned and grunted while holding me tighter, rutting against me like a feral beast. Faster and faster.
“Fuck. Fuck!” Jaw cocked open, he squeezed his eyes shut and let out a shuddering breath of relief.
Long cords in his neck pulsed with each unsteady jerk of his hips.
His body shook so hard, I thought he’d drop me.
A look of pain and ecstasy claimed his face as he stared up at me, filling me with his release.
I stroked a hand down his damp hair, watching the euphoria wash over him, the focus and intensity as he succumbed to his climax. The most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.
Something shifted, electrifying the space between us.
Shadows of a young and naive girl slipped from every sharp breath that quivered out of me.
I was different now. Changed to something I didn’t recognize–something far more vulnerable.
Exposed. I wondered if he could see it in my eyes, the pathetic infatuation that had to be glowing there.
Still drunk off what we’d done, I turned away, but felt the grip of my face as he guided me back to him and pressed his lips to mine.
My body slid down the wall, as he lowered me to the floor.
“You are sublime,” he whispered against my lips and slipped off the spent condom.
I watched in rapt fascination as he tied off the end of it, eyes wide at the amount of fluid captured inside.
“Jesus. That looks like enough cum to impregnate a village.”
With a smirk, he tossed the condom into a small trash can. “Let’s hope the forensics team isn't the one who empties the trash.”
I smiled at that. “Housekeeping arrives at about ten. Maybe we should tie up the bag. Spare them the visual.”
“I will. When I’m finished with you.”
Reaching out for my arm, he took both of us to the floor, drew me into him, and holding me between his legs, my back to his chest, he wrapped his arms around me. “Tell me you’re okay. Tell me I didn’t hurt you.”
“You didn’t hurt me.”
“You’re not sore, at all?”
An ache pulsed between my thighs, raw and stinging, as if he’d torn me. “I didn’t say that. I just said you didn’t hurt me.”
On a relieved sigh, he buried his face in the back of my neck.
“I won’t fuck you again tonight. But I will fuck you again.
” Perhaps it was mindless on his part, when he slid his hand down between my thighs and palmed my pussy.
Not probing or caressing, just holding it there with the heel of his hand resting against my pubic bone.
It felt wildly possessive yet somehow sexy at the same time.
Something of a balm to the lingering sting of his intrusion.
He breathed into the back of my neck and kissed the shell of my ear.
“I’ve never felt something so intense before.
Every moment with you is something new for me. ”
“This is all new for me, too.”
Together, we breathed in the darkening corner, our quiet little oasis, and I drank in the aftermath of what we’d done.
“What is it you wanted to show me?”
It almost seemed too morbid for the mood right then, but I reached for my bag, anyway, yanking my phone from inside. A quick scroll through the pictures landed me on the one I’d taken of the skull with the black stone teeth. “I’m curious about this.”
He shifted around me, taking the phone from my hand, and held it up to his face. “Unless my Dracadian history is off, this looks like the skull of a young Cu'unotchke child.”
“The natives who inhabited the island centuries ago?”
“Yes. You see these black stones here?” He reached around me, pointing at them on the screen. “They sharpened them for teeth. Early dental care.”
“Were they cannibals?”
“Some believed they were. They were said to have silver, glowing eyes and beastly fangs.”
“Noctisoma?”
“I suspect so.”
Pieces pulled together, forming a picture that left me questioning the link between the stone and Noctisoma. “Do you think the stones served another purpose, though?”
“Like what?”
“Briceson told me that they isolated a new chemical from black stones called casteyon. They found it in the gizzards of seagulls and ravens. Earlier, the assistant professor told us that some birds tend not to become infected with Noctisoma.”
He handed the phone back and pulled me against him, as before. “It’s an interesting theory. Perhaps one you might consider pursuing while you’re here.”
“But not you? What if it’s a cure for Noctisoma?”
He kissed my temple. “I’m not looking to cure Noctisoma. The organism has so much potential as an antineoplastic, antimetabolite, antioxidant. And of course, autoimmune therapies.”
“Yes, of course. But for those who don’t want to be infected with the worm itself, it might prove effective.”
“It might. And I encourage you to establish a hypothesis. Perhaps something you might consider for a thesis someday. I can direct you to some resources, if you’d like.”
Thesis someday ? It sounded like an unkept promise that a parent would make.
Why did that have such a condescending ring to it?
“Yes. I would like, as a matter of fact.” I didn’t mean to have such a snippy edge to my words, but my mother had passed away from infection.
Had someone investigated even the smallest possibility of an antitoxin, I’d have surely been willing to administer it to her.
His arms tightened around me. “You’re angry.”
“I’m not angry. I’m just … frustrated.”
“I don’t blame you, but my condition doesn’t afford me much time to venture off into other avenues, as noble as they might be.”
I sighed, reminded of the cause behind his research. “I know. Perhaps I can study gastroliths and black stones, and you can study the toxin, and we’ll compare our studies every night in bed.”
“ After sex, I assume?”
I tenderly ran my nails over his arm. “Of course. No one wants to talk about worms during sex. That’s gross.”
“It is. And besides, I have a one-track mind, the moment your panties come off.” He slid his hand down my thigh, giving a slight squeeze.
“Someday, maybe we can have a proper date.”
“You’re inquiring about activities beyond sex?”
“It’d be nice to eat an actual meal and maybe take a romantic stroll after.”
“I’ve eaten quite heartily whenever we’re together.” His teeth grazed the shell of my ear, and I tipped my head, smiling at the tickling of my skin. “But if it’s a date you’d like, I’ll see what I can do.”
“See what you can do?” Tonguing my back teeth, I kicked my head to the side. “That sounds like a copout, if I’ve ever heard one. If you’re not careful, Professor Bramwell, the freshman in my exposition class might beat you to it,” I teased.
“Freshman,” he grumbled. “I doubt his balls have even dropped yet.”
Chuckling, I twisted around, resting my legs over top of his. “Are you jealous?”
The dark smile on his face sobered to something serious, and he pushed a stray hair behind my ear.
“Jealousy is a callow schoolboy’s emotion that ends in hard feelings and bloody noses.
What I feel for you, Miss Vespertine, would destroy lives.
” Palm to my jaw, he kissed me hard and bit my lip to emphasize his point.
As we lay hidden in our quiet, little nook, he explored my body with his hands and lips and tongue, until I was spent and boneless.
Just before ten, we gathered up our clothes and exited the rotunda separately, so as to avoid any suspicion.
He walked me to the bus stop, and I returned to my dorm with a smile on my face.