“Mary, it’s not—”
“Maybe I should be the one claiming you. Maybe I want to make you mine.”
That throws me for a loop. I look down at her, then look back up, totally at a loss for what to respond.
“Does that bother you?” she asks, crossing her arms over her chest to hide herself. I haven’t seen her like this before, naïve, but I guess she is. The only person she’s been with is her father, and that makes me fucking sick.
I wrap my fingers around her wrists and gently lay them on either side of her body so I can see the mounds of her tits hiding behind that bra. “No, Hellraiser. You’re making me learn a lot, that’s all.”
“Is this a joke? How can we be at each other’s throat one minute and laying here the next? I want nothing but to kiss you again, but if we are going to fight all the time again, maybe we shouldn’t do this.”
“I’m not going to let it stop me.” I don’t care if we fight, if she screams, or if she punches me in the stomach with the fake leg I got her for Christmas. Headache and all, temper and all, fights, screams, and everything else in between.
I don’t care what comes with this.
I realize what I want—no—what I need is her.
I have no idea what I’m doing or why.
All I know is Knives is more than I thought he was. No, that isn’t true. I always thought there was more to him than meets the eye, but he hid behind his ice-cold demeanor, the frozen tundras of his eyes, and his ninja stars.
We fought each other because we were fighting what we felt for one another. Things still might not be perfect. From the sounds of it, we don’t know how to have a good thing when we have been surrounded by bad.
He grew up poor and lost everything.
I grew up rich and had nothing.
We are cut from the same cloth.
“Can I watch you and you watch me? Because I need to take the edge off, Knives.”
I barely have the question out of my mouth before he seals his lips on me again. He slides between my legs, his hard cock rubbing against my clit, and his hands slide down my shoulders, cupping my breasts, and he groans into my mouth. Every inch of me is lost in the touch he gives. I’ve never been touched like this.
My dad stole from me.
I’ve never been explored, and Knives wants to. I can tell he is trying to respect me at the same time, and it only has my heart falling for him even more. I whimper and cry out when something hard like metal slides over my bundle of nerves again. My eyes widen, and my entire body tenses. Knives backpedals and sits on his knees, staring down at me. His chest booms with every breath he takes, and he inches his briefs down until his cock bobs free.
“Holy mother of….” I pinch my lips together and sit up on my elbows, a gush of heat leaving my center and wetting my panties when I see the beautiful, erotic sight in front of me. Of course, his cock is magnificent, just like the rest of his.
Long.
Thick.
And pierced.
He has a Jacob’s Ladder and two hoops on his crown, reminding me of horns. My eyes drift to the 666 tattoo, and it makes sense.
The plum-colored head is nearly purple with how hard he is and how much blood is pumping through. I can’t tear my eyes off him. He has a slight curve to the left, and I have to dig my fingers in the blanket to stop myself from reaching out.
I lick my lips, watching the palm of his hand wrap tight around the thick shaft and pump. My breaths leave me in tiny bursts. I lift my hand, trickle my fingers down the middle of my chest, slide down the bumps of my ribs, and tease the edge of my panties. “Kiss me,” I tell him, but he shakes his head.
Does he not want to do this anymore? Disappoint slams through me, and I look away from him, tearing my eyes off a man I’ll never be able to forget.
“If I kiss you, and I want to, I’m going to push those panties to the side and slide into that hot cunt, because I’ll be able to feel the cushion of your lips against me. I’m only so strong, Mary.”
“Oh,” I say, locking our eyes together again.
“Oh, is right,” he says as he tugs on the rings attached to the crown of his cock. He groans, continuing the tease. A bead of precum leaks off the tip and drips down the vein protruding along the ten inches. “Do you know how beautiful you are, my little Hellraiser?” he asks, using not one but both of his hands to grip his cock and jack it. “What you do to me, what you’ve always done to me?”
I shake my head, keeping quiet as I dip my finger below the waistband of my panties. My fingers slide through my wet folds, and I moan in my throat, dropping my jaw when I feel how hot I am.
“That fucking mouth, that temper, every time you fought me, you have no idea how bad I wanted to bend you over…” he can’t finish his sentence because he speeds up his thrusts, moving his hips, so he fucks his palms. He tosses his head back, the tendons on his neck tensing, and just like the rest of him, his cock seems so mad, so intense, and all I want to do is show him how fucking unique he is.
Unique because I’m going to assume there are not a lot of men with so many piercings in their dick.
Knives must like the pain, which also helps me understand him a bit more. The scars on his knuckles because of how much he plays with his stars, the tattoos all over him, the piercings… does he truly like pain, or does he think he deserves it?
His chin drops to his chest as he looks at me. “I thought we were going to watch each other?”
“Sorry, I got caught up in watching you,” I say and sit up, becoming eye level with the intimidation of his cock. I don’t have the courage to take him in my mouth. I’ve never done that before, but I also don’t want us to do things we aren’t ready for, only for me to be disappointed when we walk out of this barn to the real world and go back to who we used to be?
What if this barn is all there is? What if when we are home, the bickering and slight frustration comes roaring back? The last thing I want is to have sex with a guy who winds up treating me like everyone else he has ever been with.
I trust Knives with my life. I know he’ll protect me, but my heart? The heart is another matter, a delicate one, something that can break without being put back together again.
Life has room for fault, but the heart does not, or the fault line makes it fracture.
I purse my lips and blow on his throbbing cock, getting a good view of the piercings decorating his length. I’m in awe that I like it so much. I never thought I’d be into something like that, but my tongue twitches to flick out and tug on the silver loops, then lick the ladder.
His knees buckle as I tease him. My nails scratch along his legs as I move up his body and grip his hips. Knives has a V-shape of muscle on either side, leading to the thick patch of hair settling around the base of his cock. He is more than I could have imagined.
I lean down, staying away from his cock, but I can feel the heat of it as I lay my lips on the delicate skin of his V, right along the V. I move to the other side, kissing him there too, grabbing onto the lust I’ve been feeling for him all this time. It feels good to let go of the anger and just be.
Keeping my nails stroking his thighs, I blow air on his cockhead again, watching a bead of precum drip from the slit. I want to lick up and taste him. Does he taste sweet? Salty? Maybe he tastes like nothing. I kiss my way up his ribs, and he is panting, his stomach rising and falling as he struggles to take in a lungful of air.