Gods & Monsters(23)
“I don’t have to. I already know the answer.”
“A little too cocky, aren’t you?”
“Oh yeah, that’s definitely what I am.” He chuckles, sucking in the skin of my neck, making me shiver and blush. Oops. Double entendre.
The way he’s tugging on my flesh is translating into a melty pull down below. “Abel, no. That’s gonna leave a mark.”
He growls and looks up. The brown of his eyes is completely gone, a drop of honey drowned by a black lake of desire. “One day I’m gonna kiss you in front of the whole world and if they don’t like it then fuck them.”
I read the frustration in his tone, the suppressed anger, and it hurts my heart. No one should be made to hide their love. No one. It’s too pure, too beautiful to ever keep hidden. I caress his pulsing jaw. “Okay. Kiss me at our wedding, then. In front of the whole world.”
A slow smile spreads over his lips and I want to fill my mouth with it. “So, you saying yes?”
I shake my head at him and give him a smirk. “Maybe.”
He plants a hard kiss on my mouth. “Kidnapping you it is, then.”
“Oh my God, you’re crazy.” I laugh.
But he swallows it up with his mouth. He’s kissing me, really kissing me. Like, he’s lost all patience with me and he can’t be a good guy anymore. He needs to be bad. He needs to suck both my lips into his mouth and drink my flavor straight from the tap. He needs to bite into my flesh to get to it, dig his way inside the pores and fuse us together.
The tug on my belly gets sharper. My eyes flutter closed as I squirm on the desk. The wood feels slippery, even as it sticks to the back of my thighs with the sweat.
My hand slides down from his hair and finds his silver cross as I let him devour me. The noises he makes today are even more guttural. Even more raw. No one makes that kind of sound until they are at the end of their rope, end of their life, even.
Maybe our lust is bruising, life-threatening. Maybe we’re both dying of too much love.
“I want you so bad,” he whispers thickly, his hands going under my dress and stopping so close to the hem of my panties. I want to look down and see them under my hitched-up dress but I can’t look away from him, from the sheer need on his face. “You know what that means?”
“N-no.”
Okay, that’s a lie. A big, fat lie. Of course, I know what he means. Of course. He wants… sex. I have seen movies and I have seen the love scenes in them, when Mom’s not around. I know one day it’s going to happen between us. In fact, I stay awake at night thinking about touching his bare skin, rocking against him when we are… not wearing anything.
But — and it’s a big but — I’m scared. I’m a big chicken and I’m scared of the whole sex thing. Even though sometimes I feel like I’m dying for it.
“You can’t lie for shit, Pixie.”
“I’m not lying.”
He rests his forehead on mine and our skins slide against each other, all sweaty and heated. “You think about it, don’t you? At night?”
When he’s asking me in that way, in a knowing way, I can’t deny it. “Y-yes.”
Abel doesn’t stop there though. He continues, “Me too. All night I keep jacking off, rubbing my dick raw, thinking about you. Your smile, your face. Your hair. God, the things I wanna do to your hair.” He grunts like he’s imagining them right now.
“W-What things?”
He shakes his head once, puffing his sweet breath over my lips. “There’s this video I like. The girl is a blonde like you and she’s got long hair like yours.” He squeezes his eyes shut. “The guy pulls her hair and wraps it around his dick. Fuck. I come every time I see that. Every fucking time.”
The buzz that runs through my body right now, is nothing compared to when I come. Nope. Not at all. It’s much more potent, more thrilling. It’s like my body is already on fire and I’m loving every stinging second of it.
How can his vulgar and dirty words be more powerful than an orgasm?
“Video means…”
Abel opens his eyes. “Porn. Yeah. I’m so gone over you that I look for girls who have your hair. I watch and I jerk off but I don’t get relief. Because no one is like you. No one.” He swallows. “Do you hate me? Do you think I’m a goddamn jackass for watching porn and thinking about you?”
Do I?
Do people do that? And if they do, it’s bad, right? It’s bad and wrong and… yeah. It’s all the things I never thought I’d like but I somehow do. I like it. I like his desperation because I’m desperate too. It’s just that I’m a little chicken to do anything about that.
“No. I can never hate you.”
At that, he kisses me and we’re rocking into each other. His words have already gotten me so hot that I don’t need much friction, and I come with a gasp. And then, he comes too.
He came because I came.
If that isn’t the most powerful and wonderful thing in the world, I don’t know what is.
In the back of my mind, I worry about cleaning up and getting new, dry panties. I carry extra underwear in my bag; it’s a necessity. But all thoughts vanish when Abel recovers and watches me with a satisfied smile. “You’re so fucking beautiful like this. Blushing. Your blue eyes wide and glazed. I wish I could take a picture of you like this.”