Page 20 of Now You See Him
“Are you okay?” he whispered between her pants and cries of pleasure. “Just…just hold on. Take it for a little bit longer”
Somehow, they were able to slide their hands forward, fingers linking as Damien raged around them, inside Tina. Stroking her clit, fucking her deep, until a thin sheen of sweat coated her skin.
The pleasure rose to a pinnacle, and she was standing on the edge, a climb that was so fast and swift, she knew she’d never experienced something like that before. She was ready to fall over the edge, embrace the burst of pleasure that wrecked her body just the way it had when she’d been in the basement.
“I-I’m going to c-come.” she whispered. Her eyes filled with tears, with sheer embarrassment, as she was fucked harder and faster. Her stomach tightened, clenching as she dripped down her thigh.
“Then come,” Derrick said softly. “Come, and I’ll catch you when it’s over. I’ll stay. I’m not going anywhere this time.”
Tina closed her eyes and let out a deep, guttural cry as her orgasm started at her cunt and tore through her body, decimating her senses one by one until she was a beam of light, bursting with energy.
Just as quickly as Damien had come, he was gone. Her knees went weak, the lights flickered on, and just before she hit the floor, naked and sore, Damien was there, crouching by her side. He’d rounded the counter so fast, she didn’t even know that he was there. He bent at her side, then his arm wrapped around her shoulders and the other hooked under her knees. He lifted her and placed her on the edge of the counter.
“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god,” he kept repeating in that trembling, unsteady voice that belied the steady competence of his hands. “Oh my god, you’ve been dealing with that alone. For weeks. Tina, he raped?—”
“I liked it,” she whispered.
Derrick’s eyes went wide. “What?”
She rested her hands on his shoulders. Her vision was blurry, her head filled with soft white noise. “I liked it. He makes me like it. I don’t know how, but I was dripping when I felt his cock. I don’t know what comes over me. I forget that I should be scared, that he’s a ghost, that this is absurd and not rational at all. I forget that I’m engaged and that I could be losing my mind and this is just a sign of deterioration. God, how messed up is that? But it’s…it’s true.”
Derrick’s eyebrows jerked. “You actually felt…”
Tina nodded. She was very aware of the sticky cum between her thighs, hers and whatever had been produced from the apparition.
That’s when she realized that she was very, very naked in front of a man who didn’t share the same experiences with her that she thought. She immediately pulled back and wrapped her arms around her tits before crossing her legs. That didn’t stop Derrick’s eyes from running over the length of her smooth brown skin.
He stepped back and began unbuttoning his shirt. Tina watched in shock, in awe, as he quickly shrugged out of it, revealing a plain white cotton T-shirt underneath. Then the soft cotton of his button down was around her shoulders and he was buttoning it up between her breasts in that quick, no-nonsense way his brother handled her in her dreams.
“Areyouokay?” she asked.
He laughed again. Humorless. Bitter. “I wasn’t the one who was…”
“Derrick.”
His breath was ragged as he sucked in between clenched teeth. “He took advantage of you. My brother. And he’s dead! My parents and I buried him. I cried over his body, then his casket as they lowered him into the ground.”
Tina uncrossed her legs and spread her knees. She reached for him and pulled his trembling body between her thighs before she wrapped her arms around his shoulders. As if it was the most natural thing in the world for him, he tucked his head in the curve of her neck, burrowing there as if seeking her warmth. His scruff ran against the soft stretch of his neck, and the muscled tightness of his forearms was so different from Logan. He was bigger, for sure, and his strength was unmistakable.
Tina wasn’t sure how long they stood together, wrapped around each other in the dim lighting of the kitchen.
When Derrick shuddered, Tina ran a hand over the length of his back. “Okay?”
“He was always a little mean, a little wrong,” Derrick said as he pulled back slowly. “His edges were serrated. He’d been like that since childhood. But knowing he died because someone pushed him? God, I feel like I lost him all over again, and he was my brother, my twin. Imisshim even though I was always so angry at him, too.”
An idea flitted into her head. The ugly, twisted part of her, the part that she’d never shared with anyone else, longed for something so wrong that her body began to hum. It was so disgusting but as the idea took shape, she knew she wanted it.
Derrick gave her a look of concern. “What? What is it? Are you cold?”
Tina cupped his cheeks and saw the way his eyes darkened. “I…this is so fucked-up, Derrick. All of this. But I saw it, and everything that we’re talking about transcends reality and logic, okay?”
His eyebrows furrowed. The confusion was apparent on his face. “What are you talking about?”
She shifted, tilting her hips so that she was at the edge of the counter, and the apex of her thighs brushed the front of his jeans in just the right way to get his attention. “Physical touch can ease some of the heartache. It’s grounding and can help us feel close to those we lost. Your brother, he was so deep inside me. His cum is still drying on the inside of my thighs. If you want to feel close to him, I’d let you.”
His jaw dropped; the shock was visible in the lines of his face, as clear as her reflection was in the widening pupils. And then there was something else. Want? Need?
“I know you want me,” she continued. She cupped one of her breasts. “I’ve seen the way you look at me.”
