Twenty
Kalilah
Somehow, I keep ending up in his bed, even when I go to sleep in my own. It’s been almost two weeks, and I have managed to save my paycheck, apart from the first. It’s easy when you don’t have to pay for food or gas. He always has the car filled for me without me saying anything.
There have been one or two nights when I’ve gone to bed, and he hasn’t brought me to his room, but when I wake up and go to see if he’s awake, his bed is untouched, which means he never came home.
And those are my most restless nights.
He doesn’t know it yet, but I’ve been looking for somewhere to live, and I know he won’t like it, and he’ll try to make me stay. But I get the feeling he’ll let me go because he knows it’s what I need.
I’m about to head out for the day when he walks in, his eyes tired, looking straight past me. I’m in one of his shirts, as I usually am, and a pair of shorts. I enjoy wearing his shirts, and he doesn’t seem to mind all that much.
“Are you okay?” I ask him.
Kyson runs his hand through his hair, and when he raises his head and takes a step toward me, I can tell there’s something different in his eyes. Something fiercer.
His boots leave footprints of blood and something else on the floor, and my bag slides down my arm as I let it go. He reaches me in two steps, slams me back into the wall, and lifts me. I’m so shocked that I simply go along with what he’s doing. He tears at my clothing, trying to pull my shirt off, but it’s not working. When I look into his eyes, I see anger, and I wonder if it’s directed at me.
I help him and quickly pull the shirt over my head. Kyson sets me back on my feet, then with both hands, he rips at my shorts, pulling them down in one swift movement, taking my underwear with them. He lifts me, now completely naked, back into his arms, and before I can say anything, he’s at my entrance and pushing in.
I’ve had hard and fast sex before, but this is rough and unpredictable, and my heart is beating fast, but not in a bad way. I know this man is dangerous. Fuck, he’s literally tracked blood in on his boots. He’s either killed someone or was there when it happened.
None of that seems to bother me right now as his hands grip my ass cheeks, squeezing them and pushing me down as far as I can go onto his cock.
“Kyson,” I say his name, but he isn’t registering any words leaving my mouth. The grip he has on my ass has become painful, but it’s good. He moves me up and down so I’m sliding on his cock. He leans forward and bites me just above my nipple, and a small scream erupts from my lips, but he doesn’t stop. And I don’t ask him to because the pain and pleasure mixed together is something I didn’t know I enjoyed this much until him.
He pulls his mouth away, only to come straight back and bite my other breast before his tongue circles where his teeth marks have broken the skin. He moves lower, putting my nipple in his mouth, rolling it around on his tongue before he bites that as well. I can feel the sting as my nails claw at his back, digging in as far as they can go. Then he slaps my ass as hard as humanly possible.
Holy shit.
“Fuck! I love fucking you,” he growls.
I want to tell him that I enjoy it as well, but before I get a chance, he slaps my other ass cheek and pulls us away from the wall. He’s now standing in the middle of the hallway, still guiding me up and down, but at this point, my feet are locked behind his back, and my hands are over his shoulders, nails digging into his skin as I push myself up and down on his cock.
One of his hands skates up my back and grips my ponytail, tipping my head back. I manage to grab the back of his neck so I don’t fall, but he has no intention of letting me, his other hand is still holding me up under my ass.
I feel him take a step, but I don’t know what he’s doing until my upper back hits the railing. His hands are now both clamped on my hips, and I’m leaning back as he continues to fuck me. My hands run through my hair as I try to stop the scream that wants to erupt from deep in my chest.
“See, such a good girl,” he croons as I come.
I reach for him, but he doesn’t let me touch him as he reaches his own orgasm.
And when he’s done, I look to the side and scream. “Pull me up! Oh my God, pull me up, you fuckhead!”
He chuckles and pulls me back. I didn’t realize that the only thing holding me up was his grip on my hips. If he’d let me go at any point, I would have fallen to the floor below.
I claw at him until I’m standing on my own two feet, trying to calm my breathing. The white railing where he just fucked me will never look the same.
“You didn’t use the safe word,” he whispers.
I turn and snatch my shirt from the floor.
“I had plans, and now I have to shower,” I say, not looking at him as I walk back to my room.
Kyson goes to follow me, but I shut the door behind me, and he doesn’t come in.
And when I leave, he isn’t there.
“So, real talk. How’s the sex?” Alaska asks as we sit down at a local café. She got my number and asked me to lunch. She said she’s trying this new thing where she tries to make friends, and at least I know what crazy she’s involved with, so it can’t be that bad.
I blush, and she waves a hand at me.
“You know I talk dirty for a living, right? Men, and even women, pay me to tell them how hot they make me over the phone,” she says, flicking her lavender hair back. I wonder if her customers know they’re talking to a goddess on the other side of that phone. This woman in front of me is beautiful in every conceivable way.
“It’s hot. Good and rough,” I admit, and she laughs.
“Honey, you don’t even want to get me started on rough.” She snorts as the coffee is brought over.
“Huh?” I say, confused.
She leans in close, then asks with a raised brow, “You ever come by having a knife up your vag?”
“Can’t say that I have,” I tell her.
“Okay, well… I have. And despite how much I wanted to kill him, he was the first man to make me come.” She shrugs. “But if he thinks he can do that again, I’ll use that knife and slice off a finger because, you know, I still need his cock.” She cackles.
My eyes dart around the café, but I see no one’s paying us any attention. Reaching for the top of my shirt, I pull it down slightly to show her.
Alaska’s eyes go wide, and she sits back. “He’s a biter,” she states. “Are there more?”
“Nipples and other breast.”
“Okay.” She nods. “Anything else?”
“He likes to yank my hair and spank my ass,” I whisper.
“Ohh… I’m so going to tease him in some way about this.”
My cheeks flush. “No, please don’t.”
“Okay, I won’t. But the real question is, do you like it?”
“Love it,” I say quietly. “I don’t know why. I just do. He makes me forget everything around us, and I get lost in him.”
“I know that feeling well,” she says, smiling.
“And…” I lick my teeth.
“There’s more?” She leans in.