Chapter Fiftee #4
“You're fighting every nerve in your body... you're literally stopping yourself from killing someone... for me?” I muttered, pressing my butt further into him.
He cleared his throat. “Don't read too much into it. This is your revenge, I'm here to facilitate it.”
“Oh,” I said, “for a moment there, you were getting me all hot and flustered.”
“You're literally shivering from the cold,” he retorted, “Ouch.”
I jumped away from him, “What is it? A bug?”
Scuttling out from under the bush, I stayed low and watched Moth crawl after me. My gaze searched around the area, looking for the subject of Moth's pain.
“It was your elbow, Sunshine,” he whispered, putting a finger over my lips. “You moved it back without realizing.”
“Oh.” My cheeks grew warm. Luckily, it was too dark for Moth to see my embarrassment. “I'm sorry.”
Hugging myself, I sat on the ground with my back towards the bush. Moth joined me, his legs raised and his elbows leaning on his knees. We listened to the woods, our ears straining for any sign of Brandon. The chill of the night seeped into my skin and the hairs on the back of my neck stood tall.
“You're freezing.” He took off his leather jacket. “Lie on my lap.”
I shuffled down so my head rested on his thigh.
He laid his warm jacket over me, and I snuggled into him, trying to catch any heat he could possibly give.
It didn't take long as the scent of denim, the leather of his jacket and the smell of fresh masculine sweat, flooded my nostrils. This time, my shudder was more primal.
“We camped out a lot when we lived at the abandoned house,” he muttered, jolting my awareness away from how close I was to his cock right now.
“You did?” I wanted to know more but feared pressing him in case he shut down.
Humming an affirmative, he shuffled gently, accidentally nudging my head off his thigh and further into his lap. Shit, if he kept doing that, my mouth would be on his cock. It would just happen naturally.
“When it was warm, we never stayed in the house,” he said, his voice soft for once, “We’d chop logs and make a fire, steal some food and then do a barbeque. We’d talk about what we wanted to be when we grew up.”
“And what was that? Do you do it now?”
How did I not know what Moth did for work? He’d rescued me, fucked me, tormented me, and I still had no idea who the bug teen had become. For some reason, it suddenly became important. If we went our separate ways, at least I would know something about the guy.
“I just help Fly and Spider now.” He moved again and I bumped on his leg. “They’re musicians, but they can’t show their faces, so I created cartoons of them. They’re becoming a big deal.”
“Wait,” I muttered, “You’re an animator? Seriously?”
Shrugging, Moth grunted “Yeah, I know. It doesn’t exactly fit the fuck boy persona, does it?”
Smiling to myself, I ducked my gaze. I didn’t want to tell him that he was a geek, but I actually really liked the idea of him being creative.
“So,” I said instead, “you create the music videos?”
“Yeah.” He sat straighter. “But you must never tell anyone. No one can know who we are.”
“Will you sing me one of your songs?”
“Fuck off,” he spat, “I'm not in the band.”
Laughing, I shifted and he went still when my head brushed his crotch. I ignored it, even though it was hard not to think about. Hard. Was he hard? Oh boy, puns were not good right now. Surely, I was mature enough to lie on a man’s lap without thinking about his cock?
“Why do you have to keep your identity a secret?”
Fly had given me a cryptic clue about a deity. The boys’ families must have been in a cult. Had they been forced to go and live in the cult? If they had, how had they got away? I hadn’t had time to contemplate what could’ve happened to them there.
Moth was quiet, his breath calm in the silence. I stayed completely still, ready and waiting for his answer.
“Our families were love-bombed by a spiritual cult,” he said, “like most people who end up entwined with narcissists who want adoration.”
“I’ve seen the documentaries.” I rubbed my nose as it started to run from the cold.
Clearing his throat, Moth relaxed slightly. “We ran away when our families announced that they were moving to the compound. We were eleven. The elders had already tried to groom us but we questioned everything. That’s why we left. Our parents were sucked in quickly, desperate for salvation.”
“Ugh. They really do prey on those who are lost and need something to believe and trust in.” I placed a hand on his knee in reassurance.
“Exactly.” He paused before going on. “When you called the cops the day of the fire, they sent us straight back to our families, who had moved into the compound.”
“I’ve heard stories of…” My sentence trailed off and I swallowed, not sure whether I wanted to know the answer to my question.
“Let's just say,” Moth replied, clearly understanding what I was trying to express, “I’ve seen shit I never should’ve seen and had experiences that pale to your own in comparison.”
I nodded, not even daring to argue with him.
I had no doubt that he spoke the truth, and although I’d been reckless, sleeping around and getting wasted continuously as a teen, I had managed to control most things.
I’d had the freedom to change when the worst almost happened.
Until Brandon. He had been my biggest downfall and the worst abuser.
Moth on the other hand, I didn’t want to imagine what had happened to him… and the others.
“Is that why you don’t let anyone get close?” I murmured, moving my head so I looked up at him.
His eyebrows furrowed and he glared. “I’m too numb from those experiences and I’ll never change. I can’t love anything or anyone. None of us can.”
Pursing my lips, I lowered my eyes until they rested on his crotch, right in front of my face. I didn’t need him to love me… did I? I just needed comfort sometimes, and maybe, that’s what he needed too.
Reaching for the fly on his jeans, I unzipped it. He caught my hand, squeezing my fingers painfully.
“What are you doing, Sunshine? Did you not just hear what I said?”
I looked up at him, searching his face in the darkness. “Yes, I did. I don’t need you to love me. I just need… something. I’m fucking hungry to lose myself in your body, that’s all.”
“I can’t deny that your body is the only thing that has made me feel anything for a very long time.” His voice was strained.
Digging my hand into his briefs, I clasped his now hardening cock and tugged it so it sat out of his clothes, pointing straight up towards me. See, it wanted to go straight into my mouth.
“Be a good girl,” he muttered, his words tightening my stomach.
His hand came to the back of my head, guiding me down. A surge of heat blasted from my pussy as he pushed me forcefully and my mouth slipped around his now bulging head.
Flicking my tongue over the end of him, I tasted the saltiness of his pre-cum. He stroked my head as I swallowed him, almost gagging when he thrust gently and hit the back of my throat. I prepared my gag reflex as I rose up, flicking my tongue around the rim of his head.
“Very good,” he muttered.
The pressure between my hips intensified with his praise. I didn’t need him to return the favor, sucking him, savoring him, was enough.
My enthusiasm increased and I swallowed him into my mouth again, squeezing his balls before gripping the base of his cock.
As my rhythm increased, his thigh muscles tensed.
I chanced a glance at him as I grazed my tongue on the crease on the underside of his cock.
He had one arm resting on the ground behind him as he watched me.
When our gaze met, he closed his eyes and lifted his hips.
Taking that as a sign that he was enjoying it, I worked him harder, my clasped hand moving up and down while my mouth followed, swallowing the length of him. I pressed my tongue firmly on his under-crease at the same time, to stimulate the sensitive spot.
He suddenly went still, gripped the back of my hair and held me hard as cum shot straight into my mouth. I gulped it down, smiling around his cock.
His body, which had been stiff from his orgasm, started to relax. I wiped my mouth and rested my forehead on his thigh, trying to compose myself.