“Touch me,” she begged. “Please.”
“Maybe later?” I deflected, watching as her gaze darkened, the frenetic energy between us sparking.
“I thought you’d possess me, take, fuck—” I didn’t let her finish her sentence before taking her swan-like throat in my palm and forcing her onto the bed.
The part of me hiding from the nerves didn’t resurface as I dragged my nose down her cheek. “You are the only one who brings out the primal parts of me, little demon. The ones that demand fucking.”
“Then fuck me, Madden,” she hissed. “Feed the fucking beast.”
I paused, only for a second. “Don’t ask this of me, Andy. If I do this, there’s no going back.”
“I’m not asking.”
“One taste,” I offered, thinking of tasting her sweetness. Finally having the flavor of my new favorite meal ingrained brought me closer to her. I nipped her earlobe and she shivered. “Only one taste.” I didn’t know if I repeated it for her or me, so I wouldn’t take more than my fill.
“One taste,” she reassured. But I knew. Once I had one, I couldn’t stop. Once I had her, she’d be mine. Once our bodies met, I’d fuck her until I couldn’t fuck anymore. If my mind didn’t get in the way.
Because that’s what she did to me. She fucked me up so hard. She made me want to feel, she made me want to not be afraid of affection.
She was my aunt and I was her nephew. The lines crossed years ago, but we kept our distance. Now, we planned to eradicate the entire treaty and fuck each other for real.
“Keep your hands to yourself,” I instructed. “If you try touching me, I’ll stop.”
She pouted, pushing out her bottom lip. “Madden...”
“Do I need to fucking tie you down, little demon? Because I will.”
She shook her head. “I’ll be good.”
I smiled. “Good girl.”
Her face lit up at the praise and I knew somewhere deep down, my little demon had a praise kink.
She laid her hands behind her head, probably to avoid touching me the best she could. I didn’t blame her, it freaked me out doing this. I hadn’t eaten a girl out since before moving into Andy’s condo five years ago. I hadn’t sucked a dude off since high school, and I sure as fuck hadn’t let them touch me either.
It wasn’t even celibacy.
Touch was emotion, it was intimate, and no one went deep enough to get that privilege from me.
Andy deserved pleasure, the closeness I never usually offered, the touch I couldn’t give others. She didn't deserve the cold demand I offered the others. How I showed them how to get off, guiding them. There were only a few times I sent someone packing for breaking the touch rule.
It sent me in a panic and I was eternally grateful for the NDAs Candy—my manager—had written up for any people I’d slept with to sign, since it definitely would have spread fast about my penchant for no-touch sex.
Because we kept our distance. I guided them and then I fucked my fist if it felt necessary. It was that simple and complicated at once.
As Andy laid back, her doe eyes didn’t leave mine, I felt the rush of adrenaline. Like someone being chased by an axe murderer, I felt the same fear just to know I’d be touching her soon.
“Do you have hard limits?” I asked. It was such a weird question since I’d never tested any of mine yet. But somehow, asking her felt like the most important question I would ever voice aloud.
“Breath play scares me,” she offered. I thought of why that would be and could only piece it to childhood woes. “A little choking is okay, but I haven’t tested anything else, just watched porn. A lot of porn,” she added with flushed cheeks.
A deep-seated and depraved part of me wanted to ask what she watched and if I could erase it from her mind. Recreate it, make it as real as it got. If she was intrigued, I wanted to show her—guide her—be her fucking teacher, mentor, and partner all in one.
“Then we can explore together. I’m not versed in everything, but I know safe words are necessary and we should have one.”
“Should it be a joke like pineapple?” she asked, her chest rising with a tiny laugh.
“No, I’m thinking something we’d both immediately be able to stop from is safer.”
“So serious,” she teased, but in the cinnamon of her eyes, I noticed the appreciation. Did no guy ask? Was I the first to want fucking safety with my sex? “Chaos.”
When she said the word, it felt fitting. “Chaos, it is.”
I named several things in my life after chaos. Once my parents were gone, that word was a comforting one. It reminded me life was way more fucked up than everyone wanted you to believe.
“I want to try some things,” she added, a blush tinting her cheeks. It was cute, seeing her reddened flesh and embarrassed eyes.
“Lay them on me.”
“Blood and knife play.” I examined her face as she hurried to hide it. With a crimson blush dusting her cheeks, she continued, “Maybe some degradation and praise?”
“You want to be a whore for me?” I immediately asked, testing the waters. Her eyes got bigger, dilating as she squirmed beneath me. The rock-hard length that pressed against her appreciated it.
“Yes, Madden. Yes, I do.”
Tension eased in me and I stood. “Stand for me and undress.” I didn’t trust myself to try. It’d be easier if she touched her skin before my head got in the way.
She hopped up so quickly that I wanted to laugh at the speed she used. The jacket was the first to go. Then the crop top. Underneath, she wasn’t wearing anything. It reminded me of tattooing her and wanting a taste. The desire dripped from me now, calling me to her.
It actually took strength to allow her to continue.
She went for the button on her shorts, then unzipped them soon after. If I thought I was hard before, seeing her slowly take off her clothes brought me to max hardness.
“Lay back,” I instructed with grit, wanting to see her open up for me. Shit. I haven’t had sex in so long I felt like I might bust just from looking.
“Do I get to see you naked?” she bravely asked, her eyes roaming over me. The thought of her seeing me brought me a thrill, but seeing her getting fucked with my clothing still on felt just as enticing.
“Maybe, if you’re a good girl.”
She pouted and I waggled my finger. “Uh-uh. No pouting.”
“Fine.” The bratty tone of her voice made me smile, I enjoyed seeing her unwind with the simplest words.
“Open,” I demanded, tapping her knee. The sensation tingling through me at the briefest touch brought goosebumps to my flesh. She wasn’t fully on the bed and somehow, that made me happier. At this angle, she’d be the perfect height for my mouth.
Her legs opened, her feet flat on the bed. When she spread for me, my eyes immediately connected with her bare cunt. Already, it was wet. She wanted this. She wanted me.
“Fuck.”
It came out without approval, but shit, she looked better than a wet dream. I’d seen her without clothing before, not fully, but now, she was exquisite, something for me to unravel and fuck into.
She squirmed under my stare, seemingly uneasy. Shame worked in several ways. In Andy’s case, it had her writhing, and I’m sure if I dipped between her thighs, she’d be soaked. “Are you going to be a good little whore, Andy?” She nodded too enthusiastically. “Good.” I fell to my knees. “Just one taste.”