Page 35 of Leave Me Behind
If I’m being honest, maybe I’m just tired of being lonely. My jaw flexes at the comfort of his body and what it does to me. I allow my eyes to close.
“You do things to me, Bun,” his voice is low, drowsy.
My breath is slow.Does he know what he’s saying?Bradshaw’s hold tightens around me and the swelling need in his pants presses against my inner thigh.
Every fiber of my being is telling me to pull away from him. All this man does is hurt me and awaken dark needs deep inside me. But it’s been so long since someone’s held me like this. I breathe in. He smells like blood and smoke. Slowly, my arms wrap around his chest and I hold him as possessively as he does me.
For some fucked up reason it feels like ecstasy.I’d do anything for this forever.
He trails the pads of his fingers over the nape of my neck, sending chills through me. Then his lips meet my forehead, hot and gentle in contrast to everything I know about him.
“My dick is covered in your blood,” he confesses against my ear. His words send goosebumps over my skin. There’s only one reason why my blood would be on his dick and that’s if he beat himself off after our encounter on the cliffside.
“Sadist,” I whisper and, for some reason, I’m smiling and turned on at the thought of him jerking off with my blood.What’s wrong with me?
He doesn’t move for a few stretched out seconds. Then he rests his head against mine and murmurs, “I couldn’t control myself. You like the darkest parts of me and I wanted you all over my cock.”
My throat dries. His filthy words send a throb between my thighs. “Have I seen the darkest parts of you?”
“Not even close.”
I press my mouth further into the crook of his neck as he draws his fingertips down my back, slipping his hands under my shirt.
“Where did you go?” I try to breathe and keep this from going where I think it is.
“Nowhere.” He lowers his face to mine, teeth skating over my shoulder as he tugs my shirt lower. I push away from him to look him in the eyes and when I do, I find a heady, lustful gaze.
“You went somewhere in your mind. You were like an empty shell,” I pry, and his mouth firms with annoyance.
“Every time you talk, I want to shove my cock into your mouth. Stop fucking pushing me or I won’t be so nice.”
My stomach flips.No. Don’t get excited at that.I glare at him. “Stop avoiding the question.”
His lips part and a sinister smile stretches over his face. It does something to me. Twists the depraved part of my soul and pulls me in for more.
“How about you wash yourself off of me, Bunny? I only like your blood when it’s fresh.” Bradshaw unzips his pants and frees his dick. My eyes snap down immediately, taking in the sheer size of him and my dried blood that he’s smothered over himself like some wild animal.
Any thoughts I had cease and are replaced with a craving I’m not mentally well enough to investigate at the moment.
“Spit on it,” he commands, pushing me slowly off the cot and onto my knees. He sits up and hangs his dick over the edge. I swallow the saliva that rushes at his words.
Am I going to do this?
I stare at his pulsing, throbbing length and decide that I am.
I lower my mouth to hover over him and let the saliva spill off my tongue and coat his dick. His hands curl over the edge of the cot and he throws his head back as he groans.
“Fuck, that’s hot. Soak it, Bun. I want it sopping wet before I put your blood back into your body.”
My jaw slacks at his words, but I continue to let the spit drip from my tongue. Bradshaw fists his dick and strokes it in long languid motions. Instantly, his veiny shaft glistens with a wet sheen and I want him to fill me up so fucking bad.
I’m going straight to hell when I die. For all the death on my hands. Further down, if there is something lower than hell, for what I’m about to do with the devil.
I reach down to put pressure at my core, but Bradshaw catches my arm and smirks coldly at me. “You don’t get to feel good until I want you to.”
He pushes me against the ground and comes down over me. He shoves my shirt up. His eyes flick briefly to the tent entrance before looking down at me, his legs straddled over my hips. He presses his length against my stomach and it reaches to my belly button. It’s hot and wet and throbs eagerly as he leans forward and grinds his hips against my bare skin.
Pleasure rolls over his expression like he’s taken a hit of ecstasy. His eyes loll and he licks his lower lip, biting it as if to keep himself from burying his incisors into me.
