Chapter Fourteen #3
Turning his head towards me, he looked at me from under his eyelashes. “You were at the bottom when you found me on the bridge. I’d been on the brink of letting it go for a while, trying to focus on others.”
I shuddered and stepped closer, no wait – I stepped back again. I didn't want to walk into the arms of the man who had just confessed that I was on his hit list. I also didn't want to know what his revenge plan had been for me.
“Let's get out of this house,” he said, spinning abruptly and exiting the shell of a kitchen.
Rubbing the goosebumps on my arms, I followed him. “And what now?” I said, stopping in the doorway. “Am I still on the list?”
He went still, just by the beam that blocked his path.
There, right on the ground, had been the spot where he'd lost his brother, his twin.
And my actions that day had caused his death.
Wasp, at thirteen years old, had died because I'd led my friend to the house to play a prank. One that had gone way too far.
“I don't know if I can ever forgive you,” he muttered, “but once we've dealt with Brandon, you'll be free of me.”
A lump came to my throat as he stepped over the beam and disappeared out of the door. I rushed to catch up with him, not saying a word, just in case he changed his mind. Except, I wasn't sure I wanted to be free of him.
“So,” I started, fast on his heels as we crossed the grass, “I won't ever see you again? After Brandon has been taken down?”
Faltering in his step, Moth shook his head. “That's right.”
“But…” I jogged to keep up with his long strides. “…you don't think we could be…?”
I struggled to come up with a good term, mainly because I had no idea what I wanted to be to him. We'd shared a few intense encounters and spent time together, but it had never been healthy, not really.
Moth spun to me and gripped the top of my arms. “We can never be anything. Don't get ideas because we fucked. I did it to punish you, as part of my vendetta, but it won't happen again.”
“What if I want it to happen again?” My pussy clenched at the idea of his hard cock. I was playing with fire and I liked it. The idea of never seeing him again had stung my chest. “Do I not get a say?”
“You want it…?” He huffed angrily and ran a hand through his hair. “Again?”
He released me and paced away, towards the edge of the woods. Once he was close to the trees, he turned back to me, his eyes darkening as he headed towards his bike.
“You're crazy!” he shouted.
“No!” I called back, chasing after him, “I just know that I can't stop thinking about you. It's fine if you don't want me, I'll just get on with my life, but you can't deny the chemistry–”
He halted and I crashed into him. Putting my arms out to balance myself, I gasped when he slipped one arm around my waist and pushed me with the other. I fell backwards, barely keeping from smashing onto the grass by the strength of his grip.
“You want it?” He sneered once I was lying flat. “Your pussy desperate, is it?”
I opened my mouth to reply, only to be silenced when his lips crushed mine. He used one hand to pin my arms above my head and pressed his weight into me. His free hand ripped at the waistband of my jeans, popping the buttons clean off with his strength.
“You're a naughty girl.” He bit my lip gently, stretching it out before letting go. “You keep enticing me, just so I push my cock up inside you.”
My whole body hummed and I arched up to him, my legs going cold as he tugged my jeans and panties down to my ankles. A light breeze brushed across my skin as he fell on me again, his lips pressing against mine until I opened and our tongues danced together erotically.
He positioned himself between my legs without even touching me. As much as my body craved him, even lifting towards him, I was hesitant.
“Moth,” I pleaded. “Not like this again.”
He looked me in the eye, growled low in his chest and plunged, his cock shooting right up inside my pussy. My head fell back as he stretched me wide, a long breath expelling from my lungs.
“How, then?” he muttered against my ear as he pulled out and thrust back in again. “I don't do soft and gentle.”
Holding my hip, he dug his fingers deep into my skin. I yelped and tried to move, just to ease the pain, but he held fast, his cock slipping in and out of me, faster and faster.
“I don't even care if you cum.” He bit my shoulder, sending jolts of pleasure throughout my body.
He held me so tightly, I couldn't move. The pressure of his cock changed as he shifted his hips and started to grind into me, smacking his groin against my pelvic bone, strong and purposeful.
“You. give me. the. best. orgasms.” I managed to say between each thrust.
My breath was so short from him pummeling me, my head spun. His hand released my hip and went to my neck. The tingles started in my clit and spread out, lifting and cresting as he squeezed my throat gently and pounded me at the same time.
My orgasm ripped through me so violently, I shouted the pleasure and pressed my head back into the grass. Stars danced in my vision as my body shook uncontrollably. Wait, there were two shouts. Moth was buried inside me, so far up it was almost painful as our muscles vibrated in time.
“Fuck!” I exclaimed as the pleasure ebbed and the shuddering eased.
Moth put his mouth next to my ear. “That was the last time,” he whispered, “You can't get attached to me.”
Rolling off me, he lay back on the grass, his long stiff cock still standing to attention. Lifting up onto my knees, I flung my leg over his waist.
“Fine.” I panted. “Then let's make this count.”
Lowering myself on his throbbing cock, I started to ride him. He gritted his teeth, his chest still heaving from his last orgasm.
“You're fucking wild, Sunshine.” He gripped my hips. “But I'm up for the challenge.”
He'd never let me have control before, and now that he stared up at me, his intense gaze boring into mine, I lost all confidence. My body rocked and I leaned forward, my hair falling over his face as I tried to pick up speed.
He clasped my hips, encouraging me to ride him my lifting me. A zap of pleasure shot through me when I looked at him again.
He watched where we were joined, which was partially covered by my top.
“I can see flashes of your fine pubic hair and it's turning me on,” he murmured, “keep going.”
Rocking on him, as if I were riding a horse, I shuddered and pressed myself down onto him further. He somehow stayed hard, stretching my pussy. I leaned even closer to him and he grabbed my hair, yanking it back so hard, it arched my spine painfully.
“There it is.” He growled as his fingers slipped between us and he rubbed my clit.
The shock of his hand on me tripled my desire and the tingles shot through me, quickly building and exploding as he thrust up into me, harder and harder. I bounced on him, barely balancing as he took what he needed, sitting up and gripping me to him.
I buried my head into his neck as he pushed me down onto his cock and lifted his hips to meet me, hitting me as deep as he could go. Once, twice and then stillness, a long low groan expelling from his mouth. My pussy pulsated around him as my second, no third, orgasm rocked through me.
“This can't happen again.” He pulled back to look into my face, a flash of pain crossing his handsome features. “As much as you think this is good, it's not worth it, I promise you. You'll only get hurt.”
Holding the back of my head, he pressed his lips against mine, kissing me roughly until he released me, lifting me up from under the arms. I clambered off him, my knees wobbly as I tugged on my jeans and tried to do them up. Oh yeah, I had no buttons left, he'd ripped them off.
Glancing down at the ground, I licked my lips to taste him, just one last time.
He stood and tucked himself away, keeping his gaze on what he was doing. The back of his neck was red from exertion. I hated to think what I looked like.
“Let's sit.” He lowered himself again and patted the ground where he’d just taken me.
I frowned as I sat next to him, not too close, in case he thought I was going to beg. Fuck, I’d basically begged him already. What was wrong with me?
“Why are we sitting?” I studied his hands as they rested on his bent knees.
There were several tattoos peeking out from the arm of his leather jacket. One stood out; a code. I was about ask him what it was when he spoke.
“How do you want Brandon to feel pain? You know him,” he said, “what would hurt him the most?”
The change of topic hurt my chest. I ducked my head between my knees, only to bring it straight back up when I smelt his cum radiating from me. Shit, it would take me a moment to forget Moth.
My brain rejected the change of topic?momentarily, and I stumbled on my words. “Brandon doesn’t care,” I muttered, “He's a psycho. No, wait, a sociopath.”
Nodding, Moth picked the grass. “He’s probably both. So jail? Would that bother him?” I watched him as he stared at the grass, his brow furrowing as he thought. “Or paralysis?”
A snort of uncomfortable laughter burst from me, and I met his gaze enquiringly, trying to elicit a smile. “What made you such a cold hard man? I actually believe you'd do that.”
His face didn't lighten and he didn't join in with my attempted humor. The dark shadows that crossed his eyes sobered me immediately.
“Let's just say we were held against our will,” he said, his eyes hooded as if he had a lot to hide. “And made to do things no sane human should. Now, choose Brandon's fate or I'll do it for you.”
Getting to his feet in one swift movement, he stared down at me. My stomach fluttered as I looked up at him, his silhouette highlighted by the sun behind.
“Jail.” I stood quickly, brushing my damp butt and moving towards the bike. “As long as it's me who puts him in there. He'd stew on that for years” Reaching the bike, I rested a hand on the seat and looked at Moth. “Although even inside, he'd probably hire a hit man to get me or something.”