CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE #2
But he’s not here to piss me off.
This is ours.
I’m still gonna take it to his office to count it and disperse through envelopes, though. And as I pivot to head that way, I get a slip of the most intoxicating view in my periphery.
Bunny’s trying to blend in with the people around the running carousel, I guess not realizing how much she’s always stood out to me, no matter the seas trying to separate us.
I don’t let her know I see her. Even though I want to. Even though the impulse to storm through the distance, pick her up and toss her over my shoulder, bite her ass a bit and slip a hand up between her thighs, is flicking my veins in preparation for a dose.
God. Fuck. She’s wearing a cropped sports tee and the tiniest cotton shorts, and white knee-high socks with her chunky sneakers.
Her hair, the dark cocoa waves she let air dry, is teasing me with the gentlest flutter from the breeze of the childish ride.
Even without my full focus zeroing in, I can see the amber, twinkling lights dancing on her olive tan, highlighting my baby girl like a prize I can’t fucking share.
Seems like I already did, though.
Aggravation sweeps over me. That same picture of Bunny cupping Ora’s face for a kiss that seemed like her idea is burning through my chest, straight into my heart.
I didn’t let her explain. I could have. Should have. But I didn’t.
Should I turn around? Or keep walking? Does she like being sneaky? Is her skin ablaze with the idea of me not knowing she’s watching me? If so, do I ruin that? Or ruin her?
Ruin her.
The thought of sinking inside her, my hips flush to her soft inner thighs, the friction it would cause and how intense it would feel to have her entwined with me, pulls warmth down my abdomen.
My chest compresses with a silent groan, slipping past others and walking through the jingle of the gift shop.
I’m always quick splitting through here. But I’m tacking on speed because the tingling rush swelling my cock is pretty fucking obvious.
Wouldn’t wanna excite anyone.
Hustling up the stairs and into the office, I close the door behind me to make Bunny believe I really have no clue she’s on my tail, then set the metal box down on the desk and slide on over to the wall behind the door.
She’s coming. I know she is. I feel her. Her presence is zapping my skin like heat lightning striking the torrid sky, the bloom and glow engulfing me in confusing comfort.
The doorknob twists, and the innocence of her curiosity stretches my mouth in a grin I’m instantly covering.
A flutter dominoes up my chest, pairing the sound of the metal mechanism with the door cracking open. I don’t get to see her come in. The door’s swinging my direction, damn near slamming my toes and veiling her on the other side.
“Razor?” she whispers, a desperate rasp warming her voice.
My jaw falls lax, my palm brushing down my mouth and my back meeting the wall. There’s something fucking primal about her right now. It’s glazing my eyes, making them heavy.
“I know you’re in here… You had that box in your hand.” She steps toward the desk, in my line of sight, slowly looking around.
Such a fucking sweetheart.
I can’t stand here and wait for her to leave. I walked away earlier. And I’m not gonna let her walk away now.
Pushing into the door, my body moves off the wall, the slight creak whipping her pretty attention back to me.
Holding her eyes with mine, I give the door a good shove, letting it latch us into this sinister space together. “Why’re you following me, little bunny?”
Each step toward her is deliberate, slow, giving me the time to catch the nervous twitch in her fingers from my blurry peripheral.
With only a foot separating us, she’s taking a steady breath with fire in her eyes, her pulse burning her cheeks—then she’s on me.
It’s stalling, her lunging the distance and sweeping her hands up my chest, one curving around my shoulder, the other anchoring behind my neck, her fingers combing my hair.
She tugs with a sinful target on my mouth.
And that’s all I fucking need.
I’m moving off desperation, slipping a hand through the hair on the back of her head, my thumb lining her jaw, and I’m yanking her flush against me by her waist.
Our lips crash together, parting with huffing pants and locking back together with urgency.
Cyanide bombs behind my eyes. The airborne war is lethal enough to kill the old me, the version that was ignorant to the sensation of her lips, how supple and pliable she is, how we magically form to each other. It awakens me, gives me a new life built of a chemical she controls.
Hungry. Needy. Dependent on her graces for survival, I’m tilting the opposite way, ready for her tongue, waiting for the splashing clash of her taste buds.
Fuck, does she give it to me.
Her hands are all over me, her tongue skating inside my mouth and resurrecting me as a brand-new man, twisting her insanity into mine with calculated vigor.
A frenzy moves beneath my skin. Something insatiably wicked that’s forcing me to back her up into the desk and tip her over, giving her just enough time to pull the cash box out from underneath her.
Then, my body is coming down right on top of hers, my hand finding her knee and hiking her leg, so I can sink into the toned curves of her femininity.
My lips pulse against her mute whines, our panting groans and sloppy wetness tangling the hot air between our faces.
“Bunny, baby…” I kiss her some more, our tongues slipping together like silk. “I had this idea you… Mmm, fuck.”
Grinding my stiff cock against her, she gives me a pitiful whimper, encouraging me to thumb her chin, pushing enough for deeper access inside her minty mouth.
It doesn’t feel worth it to separate long enough to tell her I thought latching with her softness, earning her intimacy, would give me a little taste of the sickness she swallows. Not inject me with hallucinations that convince me I can’t breathe without her.
How am I supposed to stop?
She raises her other leg around me, welcoming my body and matching the rolling momentum, scraping her short nails down sensitive patches on my back. “Finish,” she inhales, stealing the air from my mouth. “I wanna know.”
My eyes crack open, finding her slivers of dark hazel through the formaldehyde light, the aquamarine haze cooling her dewy skin.
I can’t stop. You’d have to tase me and sedate me to get my body off hers right now.
“You gonna visit me in the psych ward, Bunny?” Rocking my hips back, I languidly grind against her harder, drawing out a moan she’s kissing me with.
“I might be in the room next to you,” she rasps.
Paranoia skips like hot stones down my spine, my eyes opening all the way and our lips smacking apart. “Why’s that?”
What the fuck? She fucking—did she fi-
A stutter bugs my heart, intently watching her drowsy eyes crack back open with a plump, blood kissed smile.
“You make me want bad things.”
Oh, thank God.
“Tell me about these bad things,” I whisper back, anticipation thickening my voice.
She lightly bites her bottom lip, dragging her teeth over the swollenness with a foxy grin, before kissing me again. Slowly. No tongue. Just our mouths connecting, our tainted souls slipping beneath each other’s bones.
Tying her fingers in my hair, she smiles, using this obscure confidence to rotate my head and deliver her lips to my ear. “I want the truth, Razor. I know that’s not your hard dick on the outside of your thigh. What’s in your pocket?”
Under her influence, not a single thought flares in my mind. I’m untangling my hand from her hair and pulling my shitty phone out.
It’s not something I intentionally hid from her. But as I fumble through prompts to get to the camera, her blanching irately in my peripheral sinks guilt into my gut.
“It’s not what you think,” I throw back at her, getting the grainy, diluted pixels of current time pulled up on the cracked screen.
“Really?” she hums dryly, not tearing her scornful eyes from me.
Explaining without saying anything, I hit record, angling the laggy back camera to my star and crashing my mouth to hers.
She mewls, spreading a hand around my throat, tensely dragging the pads of her fingers down to my chain.
It spurs me on, callously rocking my cock into her and plunging my tongue deep inside her mouth.
I couldn’t tell you how long I film us roughly making out. Long enough for the battery in my phone to burn like hell against my fingers.
My dick is twitching and throbbing, demanding for relief, begging to be touched. Truth be told, I think I could get off from this friction alone. But she’s tearing away from me and inhaling deeply, her hot, minty breath blowing across my tingling lips.
“Wait, hold on, no more,” she rushes.
I instantly stop, letting my phone clatter to the desk so I can brace my hands around her.
She tips her head back, exposing her vulnerable throat and fucking me up with a double caress down my chest.
No more. She said no more.
Fuck, I feel so hungry. My vision’s locked on the bobs of her swallows, my hands like granite near her waist and head.
My lips are liable to explode from my face. Yet I want more. Even after we’re numb and dizzy, I still wanna kiss her, leave a track of bites all around her neck.
“Are you okay?” I ask her, flicking up to her looking at me.
“Yeah, I just, uh…” Rotating her hands between us, she rolls her eyes closed, applying pressure to her forehead with three fingers. “How long has Carl been in the tank?”
“A week,” I answer. No hesitation.
She echoes me mutely with a huff, the disbelief wedging her heavy eyes open. “And the formaldehyde? Where’d you get it?”
“The odds and oddities tent on the south end.”
Her brows tug tight. “South end? What south end?”
“Of the park.”
“Did you steal it?”
“He wanted to be a clown and base a park off his greed. So, I left him in one piece… Just honoring the motto of being consumed whole at Vore.”
Getting frustrated from thinking about him ever hitting her, I straighten up within her legs and run a hand through my damp hair, innately rubbing my other palm along her thigh.
“Even though I’d rather be using my tongue to make you come apart, I’ve gotta fuckin’ ask what’s up with this Ora shit, baby. ”
She sits up with her hands as support, her hair curtaining her shoulders. “Nothing. I, uh, wanted to ask her something and that felt like the only way I’d get an answer.”
“Why?” I press.
Blinking, she looks off to the corner, sitting up tighter against me to chew on her nails.
I obviously grab her hand.
Are you new here?
Actually, why are you in here right now?
Never mind, she’s flattening her bent legs to the desk and looking up at me with her big, innocent eyes, the shadows of her pussy calling my name through her white, cotton shorts.
“I don’t really want to talk about this… in here.” She looks around, visually pointing out the elephant stinking up the room.
And that’s when the punch of the foul odor hits me.
Nodding understandingly, I quickly stash my phone in my pocket and grab some envelopes from the desk drawer before snatching up the cash box, then I’m grabbing her hand on my way back around and assisting her with a cute ass leap off the desk.
I know she didn’t answer the question still fizzing uncomfortably beneath my skin, but having her like this, holding her hand while walking past the dude she knows I killed, and seeing her lips rosy and plump from me, is snapping a smile on my face as I get the door open.
“What?” she laughs.
I shake my head, theatrically stepping around the door after her and tugging it shut. “We kissed. I know what you taste like.” Grinning, I slip the keys out from my pocket, vaulting the door nice and tight, before matching her position on the top step and leading our descent.
She laughs some more, the dry, warm sound filling the staircase and her sneakers keeping up with my hustle. “Is that more exciting than fucking me with a popsicle and eating me out?”
No more, huh?
I can’t help it. Desire reawakens inside me, spinning on the last two steps to grab her waist and push her into the wall.
My mouth is on hers before her head makes contact, her hands latching around the hem of my shirt—like she wants to rip it off and fuck me right here, in this very spot in the shitty stairwell.
Should I? Do I do it? Do I pull my cock out, slip her tiny fucking shorts to the side and pin my hand to her mouth to keep her quiet?
Or do I restrain, get her to my bed, and take my time indulging in her pretty cunt?