Blood to Dust(69)

“Actually, I love this whole area.”

“It thinks of you highly, too,” I reassure. Her mouth finds my balls. I’m so turned on I might blind her with a shot of cum. She spends a minute or so sucking on them, licking them slowly, tickling, creating tension that’s begging for release, before I yank her up and throw her aggressively, her back slamming into the mattress.

“I love it when you’re rough with me,” she continues, but I shut her up with a kiss. “It reminds me of Beat. That’s who I’d like to have sex with tonight.”

I throw my head back and laugh. I’ll humor her if she wants Beat. Hell, I kind of miss him too. He liberated me from a face that’s been a distraction and objectified me like I’m a f*cking Playboy Bunny for years. I prop myself up on one elbow and send my arm to her backpack on the nightstand, pulling the mask out.

“You sure about that? Nate was in the mood for slow, fun sex. Beat’s an angry motherf*cker.”

She nods. “He has good reasons to be. You don’t let him loose too often. Tell him I want him to destroy me.”

“Message received.”

I hear the snap of the rubber against my skull as I put the mask on and arrange it so my eyes meet hers through the tiny holes. She curls into herself, looking scared in the best possible way.

I roll on a condom with one hand and pull her hair to yank her up with the other. My voice, which is always dry and low but is somewhat forgiving when directed at Pea, looms into something beastly.

“You scared?”

“Yes,” she says breathlessly.

“Good. At least your instincts are still in check.”

I drag her by her hair until she falls on the floor, her knees hitting the wood with a loud thump. I stand above her, my erection in her face. She whimpers in pain, rubbing her injured legs and looking up at me for further instruction.

“Take off your dress. Without standing up.”

She worms out of it quickly, her eyes still trained on the floor, too scared to look up.

“Now crawl to the window and sit your naked ass on the sill. Facing me.”

She starts crawling seductively, rolling her hips, a glitter of wetness sparkling at me from between her thighs. Her *’s already peppered with some hair that’s grown back. I kick her ass with a growl. “Faster, Country Club. We got business to attend to.”

By the time she waits for me with her legs wide open, sitting on the windowsill, her naked body pressed against the glass, with everyone in the f*cking neighborhood watching her milky white ass, I’m just about ready to burst. The pink of her * peeks at me demurely between her dark blonde patch. I stride, completely naked except for my mask, in her direction. Every step I take, she shrinks into a smaller version of herself. Petrified. I love that. I crack my neck and my fingers like I’m getting ready for a fight. When I’m inches from her, I stop.

“You really did a number on me, didn’t you, Silver Spoon?”

Her gaze travels up and her chin sticks out. “Please hurt me.”

I allow her a small moment of silence and anticipation—and then I do.

I slam my sheathed cock between her thighs, finally feeling home again, and slap her ass with a whip that sounds like a scream.

Time.

I wish it’d freeze right now so I could have her this way forever. Nothing in the world will ever live up to this moment. I f*ck her against the window and peek through the curtain of her soft hair as she moans Beat’s name again and again and again, digging my dirty fingers into her ass. There’s a small crowd forming under our window, a few Mexican men back from their day of work and two black teenagers. One of them sticks his hand inside his pants when he catches a glimpse of my girl rolling her head sideways, exposing those full pink lips and long lashes behind her long pale hair. With every thrust she bangs against the window, her silky flesh pressing against it for all to see and admire.

“Beat,” she wails, touching the mask, and I feel my cum making its way to the tip of my dick. I swat her hands away and use the base of my palm to bang her head against the window as a warning. “No touching.”

“But, Beat,” she sighs again, a little frustrated, her * clenching around me in a death grip. She’s about to explode on my cock. Pea thrashes and bucks, rolling her hips frantically, her inner thighs soaking and dripping with her want for whatever form of me she’s calling to. Neither of us answer.

“Bring me Nate again,” she pleads and bites into my skin, trying to claw the mask away from my face, but I don’t let her. Every attempt to peel the mask off is rewarded with a loud spank. She comes hard, tightening with a force that almost traps my cock in her *. “I need to tell Nate something important.” Her mouth almost drips with ecstasy.

I wait for our releases to subside, throw another look to our audience and yank her off the windowsill. She trips into my chest and finally peels my mask away, almost tearing the rubber in the process.

“Nate?” her uncertainty almost makes me laugh.

I’m drenched in sweat and bliss, but I know I need to get my ass into this shower and bolt out of this room before the police end up nailing us for indecent exposure. Wouldn’t that be ironic?

“Yeah?”

Her face battles surprise, her eyebrows knitting together.

“I love you. All of you. Your perfect face. Your beautiful soul. Your ugly deeds.”