CHAPTER NINE
RAZOR
Exhaustion swells through my body, quietly closing the screen door and walking through the looming heat infesting the living room.
It’s like a cloud of Hell, steaming up through the floor and circulating off the walls.
I reach back, wiping the streams raining down my neck, and flick over to Bunny’s open bedroom door while passing by.
She took off on me right as I was getting her where I needed her. Actually. You know fucking what?
She did it twice today.
I tried waiting patiently like a good boy for her. But push came to shove, and here I am, hunting her pretty ass down. Just for the satisfying view.
The unfed mind eats itself, right?
Trying to peek in for a quick snack, the loose carpet tugs underneath my shoes, my flitting heart rate forcing my body into stone.
My hand slips down my damp chest, tunneling in on her bare legs glistening, her white, frilly socks formed to the way her feet are curved around the lip of her nightstand.
Damn you, Bunny.
My veins rip with hedonism, the boiling desire tilting my head to the left for the rest of the view of her sitting on the nightstand at the end of her bed.
The humming box fan jammed inside the window behind her is blowing, sending her curls of cocoa tousling around her dewy shoulders, probably whispering the most teasing breaths over the beads of sweat dripping past her navel, rushing faint gusts over her bent knees and spread thighs.
The red, white, and blue popsicle slipping through her lips, the juice getting sucked over her tongue, possesses me to lean my shoulder into the wall and watch.
I’m not being sneaky about how crazy she drives me. If she opened her pretty eyes, she’d find me gnashing for a taste of something sweet.
Falling down her white lace bra, drawing out the contours of her sweat misted cleavage, my stomach plunges, spotting the treat I wanna indulge in.
Her pussy is covered with matching white, lacey cotton, but fuck, I can make out the slight shadow of where she opens. Where she touches. Where her fingers slip down to when she aches for relief, for solace from the pain she drowns in.
A pitiful groan of longing breezes through my nose, my hand balling into my T-shirt like it’s ready to be a possessive accessory for her.
She parts her legs wider, adjusting her hips and fucking teasing me with a little moan as the fan blows down her back.
It’s probably in my head. But it seems like the predator drive in me is sniffing out her pheromones. It’s kicking up the temp, encouraging me to give in to the chase I’ve been depriving.
She’s dripping.
The popsicle. The popsicle is dripping, too.
Preying on the blue droplet snapping and splashing on her chest, I unwind my hand, smoothing my palm down the demand snaking up my abdomen.
One… Two… Three.
Watching the fourth one drop and merge into a sticky puddle on her sun-kissed skin, my fingertips escape the hem of my shirt, the faint touch teasing over my belt buckle and inducing a feral need.
Her wrist rotates, bending lines of red into veins of blue, and her glossy lips that I know taste like candy right now mold tighter around the twisting flavored ice.
“Bunny,” I huff silently, edging myself with a brute swipe down the length stiffening behind my jeans.
She slurps. And the erotic, messy sound snaps a rubber band into my back—sending me rushing into her room before I can fight the impulse.
Crossing the lifted threshold, into her smothering domain of fucking ecstasy, her painted lashes flutter open, her doe pools of hazel rounding into visceral innocence.
The popsicle pops from her slobbery grip, causing a hot pant to part my lips and drop my shoulders.
“W-w-wha-”
“Give it to me.” Stopping between her ungodly legs, my left hand takes control of her hip while my right is breaking the stick away from her sticky fingers.
I catch the rough swallow spiraling down her throat, her stammering, flustered gibberish pumping my dick with a blood rush I can’t refuse.
“You’ll forgive me,” I manipulate, staring into her scared eyes and lowering her fucking mess to the one I’m about to make.
“For what?” she murmurs, her cheeks plump from the summer heat.
Indenting her soft skin with my fingers, I look between us, silently pointing out I’m about to take what I want—and she’s gonna love it.
Sliding the red tip down her panties, her gasp has my eyes shooting to hers. “I’ll make you feel good, Bunny.” My head tilts, waiting for her reaction as I get her cold treat over her clit.
She blocks a whimper, looking so fucking pretty while looking up at me, her hips grinding forward like she’s willing to accept the lines we’re blurring. “I… I’ve been sweating.”
My brow hikes up, and I apply more pressure, getting her nice and wet with languid strokes of the popsicle. “Does it look like I care?”
Her lips quiver down, and her brows flatten, giving me an influx of dopamine from how perfect she acts as my prey. “No,” she breathes, shaking her head and digging her nails into the wooden tabletop.
“That’s right, baby bunny.” I crowd over her, getting close enough to be able to grind against her if I wanted. “Do you wanna feel what you do to me? What the thought of consuming every inch of you does to me?”
She shifts her legs farther out, sucking her pouty bottom lip into her mouth and nodding.
“Fuck,” I groan, using her consent to tighten my hand into the muscles in her ass, then I lift her soaked pussy up and roll the hard bulge of my cock up the red stain.
She looks down at the contact, and the candied moan slipping off her tongue hooks my fingers into the lace on her hip.
I can’t wait anymore. I need it.
I’m aching for her.
Moving the dripping sugar to the side, I hook into the other side of her panties and start slipping them down. “Lift your hips for me.”
Nervously, she wets her lips, twisting her toes inside her socks. “What if you think it’s ugly?”
My brows drop my vision to slits. “Lift. Your hips. Bunny. Or I’ll tear them off.”
Being obedient, she nimbly lifts her hips and thrusts her hungry cunt against the air. “Just this once. Okay?”
“No,” I argue, bouncing between her eyes and the white fabric I could easily rip out of my way. “I’m gonna consume you whenever I want. Even if you’re asleep when I get hungry.”
Like I just whispered a promise to her darkest fantasy, the fear in her eyes dissolves and she rests her ass back down. “You’d have to be quiet… And put your hand over my mouth.”
My chest thrums, working her panties down her thighs. “Is that what you do?” I whisper, moving closer to the sweetness of her breath. “You cover your mouth so no one can hear you? So I can’t hear you?”
I have to look down. But I know once I do, I’m gonna become an animal. And I’m waiting on the edge of my seat for the answer that has her cheeks burning hotter, the red flushing out her dirty secrets.
“Mm-hmm,” she nods, biting at her lip.
“You horny little fucking rabbit,” I exhale out, circling my hands around her knees to feel the silky, sweaty glide down her legs. “Let me see.”
Sweeping her panties off her feet, the static of anticipation cuts up my stomach, and my gaze drops to a sight better than I could’ve imagined.
She tries being sly and closing her legs, but I hook around her inner thighs and pry her back open, happily falling to my knees for a closer look at the slickness, the burnt sienna shade that’s petaled for her femininity.
My dick twitches in my boxers, and before she can start her insecure question, I’m looking up at her and grabbing the melting popsicle.
“Wait, Razor!” she whisper-shouts, tossing her pretty hand over to hide her pussy from me. “That’s not a good idea.”
Still looking up at her, I lean in and kiss the back of her hand, maneuvering the dripping, cold sugar underneath her leg.
“W-w-what if it breaks? Or… I…” she trails off, then relaxes her shoulders and legs with determination in her eyes. “Keep going.”
Hearing her sweet voice encourage me, in her bedroom, might I add, with her hand sliding away from her begging cunt, has a shudder running down my spine.
“If it breaks, I’ll get every drop out,” I promise her, flicking down to how desperate she’s getting.
I almost want it to. So I can play with her longer. So I have a reasonable excuse to keep twisting and flicking my tongue on the inside of her, even if she says she can’t take any more.
Raising the tip of the popsicle to the puddle streaming down to her ass, I run the iciness up to her swollen clit.
A sharp breath hisses through her teeth, and she bucks, darting a hand up into my hair and watching me glide it back down.
“I just wanna help cool you off,” I tease, lifting a lazy smile up at her.
Not finding me funny, her brows pinch tighter, and she grinds herself against the treat she thought would only enter her mouth.
It’s intense watching someone so sweet and emotional become aggressive for something.
It’s rewarding knowing it has to do with me, with the way I’m making her feel.
And knowing just how swelling her emotions get, that she’ll be thinking about this when we walk away from each other, entices my grip to draw taut around her thigh as I center the popsicle to her entrance and start sliding it in.
Her fingers wrap around a bunch of little hairs, igniting a bloom that stings along my scalp. But the moan whining up her throat negates the discomfort and turns my mouth toward her inner thigh.
Cold trickles run down my hand, feeding it farther into her writhing body while scraping my teeth across the toned curve of her being my sultry acrobat.
Fuck. All the fantasies I’ve jacked myself off to. She can contort and bend and move her body like a cup of graceful water.
Imagining the positions I could get her in and her still take it, still ride my dick like a toy she can’t stop using, has my wrist rocking to pump the popsicle in and out of her.
She’s so greedy around it.
Biting her again, drawing her skin into my mouth, I watch the blue disappear inside her over and over again, working through my own pleasure of the visual so that I can hear the moans and whimpers racking her chest.
Her flesh breaks from my suction, appearing burgundy in my peripheral. Which is enough evidence I was here, that I got to see the pussy I tell myself no one has ever gotten to touch. But I wanna see her covered in blood prints of my mouth.
I wanna see her covered in blood.
The drips rolling off my elbow remind me of what we’re playing with. So, I quickly pull the leftover sugar out and rush my ready tongue to the waterfall, snapping up to her face so I’m able to see her reaction to my first taste.
Her jaw hangs loose, her eyes briefly rolling back and her hand smoothing down the back of my head. “Definitely not just this once,” she pants.
I can’t stop from smiling. And I can’t stop my tongue from funneling and slurping up the cold juice that’s liable to give a blind man his sight.
No. I don’t like that. I take that back.
Fuck his eyes. This is all mine.
For just a moment, while the aggravation of my own idiocy increases the sweat raining down my back, I shove the popsicle up to her open mouth—and stuff it in. “Eat it.”
My growl reverberates off her pussy, diving back in and skating my flat tongue up to the nerves she tugs in circles when she thinks no one is paying attention to her.
“Razor,” she moans around the popsicle, letting it melt on her tongue, hopefully branding the way my name tastes to it.
I wanna try it, too.
My chest vibrates, moving my hands to the outside of her tight waist and lunging up her body. “Pop it out, slut bunny,” I pant eagerly, dipping down to the stick hanging out of her mouth.
Looking up through her lashes at me, she grabs the wooden stick and curls her pout tighter around the pussy-soaked remnants actively melting down her throat.
She’s incredible at performing.
So, it’s no shock she’s making me wait in the hurricane of her hair blowing around from the fan by putting on a show. And she’s fucking great at it.
Slurping and twisting, teasing me with it going in and out of her stained lips, the throb pounding through my dick controls my hands, my impatient fingers squeezing and lifting her up into irrepressible grind of my hips.
The insane suction she was using pops loose, the stick lashing from her mouth and giving me room to snap a hand up to her jaw with my eye on the prize.
Her body stiffens against me, and she winces.
With my lips parted centimeters away from the fear that just came out of her open mouth, our eyes tangle through the heat.
Diving into her pools of hazel brown, images of Carl striking her flash through my head. I relax my hand around her jaw, smoothing it down the contours and lightly caging her throat. “Pain’s not always misery.”