Page 28 of Sour
“Yes,” I breathed. “Yes, there is! Look around…everyone is dead. We’re going to go to jail, and—and then what?” He studied me. “Ziggy, I have no one. No one! Erek, he–he killed my momma. I’m all alone!” He hugged me tight and stroked my hair. “We’re fucked. We’re so fucked!”
“It’s time to let go of that pain, Koven.” He kissed my cheek. “Let it all go.” He kissed my other cheek. “You’re not alone. You have me. You’ll always have me. So let me carry your pain.” He kissed my forehead. “All of it.” Ziggy tipped my chin as his hair tickled my face. “Drown me in that darkness you carry, and let’s be fucked together. Two sick little psychos.” His mouth pressed against mine with a gentle kiss. He helped me remove his jacket, then tossed his stained shirt aside, exposing his tattooed chest as we kept kissing.
Ziggy’s hand glided beneath my shirt and along my lower back. “Wait,” I whispered. “What about Erek? We can’t just leave him here.”
He smiled. “We won’t.” He kissed me again, pressing my body into his. “But right now, all I want to think about is how good I’m going to make you feel.” He pushed me back as I fell next to Ereks’ body, landing in the pool of blood. He then ripped my sweatpants off me as he tossed them aside. “I’m going to make you feel so fucking good, Koven.” He kissed my inner thigh, breathing against my skin, and I moaned. My head tilted back, landing in Erek’s blood.
“No,” I flinched. But Ziggy only pushed me back down. “I can’t.”
He crawled over me, biting the hem of my shirt as he lifted it to expose my breasts. “Yes,” he breathed as he kissed them. “You can.” He kissed them again, tonguing my hardened nipples. “Just keep those eyes on me, Skittles.” He pinched the tip of mynipple with his teeth, then kissed it. I cried out with a moan, wrapping my arms around his neck. Ziggy captured my mouth, kissing me roughly as our tongues danced together. I felt his free hand grip my throat, controlling my airway as he violently shoved his dick inside me. My eyes widened at the sudden pressure, and I gasped loudly, the sound quickly cut short as he squeezed my neck harder.
My hands gripped Ziggy’s wrists as he began to aggressively fuck me next to his father’s dead body. He showed no mercy, pounding into me, his pelvis knocking into mine. My eyes remained fixated on his as he smiled, fucking me faster and faster. I felt my face swell from the lack of oxygen, while my body tightened in excitement. I twisted and rocked with him, trying to hold back the overwhelming wave of emotions that washed over me, but it was no use. Within minutes of him fucking me, I was ready to come.
“Wait,” I wheezed. “Stop.” I wanted to enjoy the moment a little longer, but Ziggy only took my pleas for him to stop as a challenge. And just when I thought I would pass out from the swelling excitement and lack of oxygen, he released my neck.
“I want to hear you scream, Koven.” Ziggy grabbed my legs, tossing them over his shoulders, and pounded the shit out of me. His nails dug into my thighs as he grunted, watching me struggle. “Give me that pain,” he groaned. My back arched as my orgasm built. “Give it to me.” He drove deeper, grunting like an animal. “Give it to me!”
And just like that, I broke.
My throat burned as I cried out from my orgasm. Ziggy smiled, refusing to let up as he milked every second of it, dragging it out. My heart nearly ruptured from how painfully good it felt to come so hard. I felt my pussy pulsating around him, my orgasm dripping from my body and soaking us both. I couldn’t stop, overly addicted to the way he made me feel.
Ziggy dropped my legs and leaned over my body, kissing me roughly while he thrusted back and forth. “More,” I begged. “I want more.” I sucked his lower lip, biting down as he tried to pull away. His blue eyes met mine, and I smiled, tasting his blood in my mouth before I finally let go. He smiled back with red-stained teeth and touched my lower lip. I grabbed his hand and stared at his matching smiley face tattoo, licking it while he watched me. He pushed himself deeper inside, and I moaned against his hand.
“So fucking intoxicating.” Ziggy gripped my breasts and kissed me, breathing into my mouth as we lost ourselves.
The storm grew angrier outside, and soon the electricity flickered again. It felt like a strobe light had gone off in the kitchen, flashing of blood mixed with our moans as we rolled around, switching positions. Eventually, the room fell into darkness, and I found myself straddling Ziggy’s lap. His hands ripped my t-shirt from my torso and clawed their way along my flesh as I rode him, moaning into the air. He made such delicious noises, leaning close while kissing my body. Ziggy clawed my backside and bit down on my breast. I cried out at the pleasant pain, knowing he broke the skin. My back arched, and I leaned farther into him, fucking him as hard as I could. I struggled to breathe, sweating from how rough we’d been.
“Koven,” Ziggy whimpered. “I’m so fucking addicted to you.” Our bodies slid along one another. “So fucking addicted.” His hands gripped my hips, rocking me against his pelvis. “Fuck!” Ziggy cried out as he pulled his dick from my pussy and began to come all over my body. I moaned alongside him, feeling his hot cum hit my face and chest. My hands gripped his shaft and stroked his own orgasm, a second of mine dripping along his balls. Together, we came, screaming and moaning until his mouth fiercely returned to mine.
The lights flickered as we embraced, creating that same strobe effect. Ziggy shoved his dick back inside me, and I cried out in pain, pushing him back. He laughed and squeezed my breasts. I looked down at him and noticed how we were both smothered in blood.
What the?—
I raised my hands to examine them as the lights returned. Ziggy rocked my body and continued to fuck me as I stared down and realized it wasn’t just sweat or his cum I was feeling all over us. It was blood. Erek’s blood.
“Koven.”
My tear-filled eyes slowly fell to Ziggy, then past him to Erek. We were on top of his corpse, positioned perfectly in his lap, and smothered in sweat, cum, blood, and vomit. Ziggy noticed the horror in my face and sat up while still inside me. “Hey.” My eyes moved to his. “Don’t let this moment drift away.” I didn’t answer. He grabbed my face. “Don’t let him take it from us.”
I felt sick.
“Koven.” Ziggy sounded angry. “Here.” He gripped my body and stood up, carrying me to the kitchen counter. I couldn’t stop staring at Erek’s body. “Hey. Hey!” He slammed his hand against the cabinet next to my face as I jumped. “What did I tell you, Skittles?” He rotated my face, and I finally looked away. “Keep those eyes on me. Only me.”
I felt that overly sexual moment of ours fluttering away with each second.
“What are we going to do about him?” I asked. “Ziggy?”
Ziggy didn’t answer. Instead, he kissed me, moving his mouth from mine to my neck. I repeated the question, but he just kept kissing me, falling to his knees as his mouth hovered over my pussy. He wasted no time, massaging and biting my clit. I felt myself ripped back into a sudden and new orgasm as he pushed his tongue inside me. His hot moans breathed intome. Ziggy forcefully spread my legs apart and played with my nipples as my back arched in response to him. “Yes,” I moaned. My fingers twisted through his long hair, and I gently tugged him closer, begging him to keep going. He pushed deeper and gripped my legs. “Fuck.”
Suddenly, I was no longer scared or worried. It was as if having sex with Ziggy washed all other emotions away, leaving only the desire to be fucked as much as possible. And it had always been an issue with us. The sex wastoofucking good. It was our drug, and every time we took a hit, we wanted more. Needed more. And it was never enough.
“Oh fuck.” My head fell back, and my thighs squeezed around Ziggy’s skull. My pussy was beyond drenched, weeping for him to fuck me some more. He must’ve tasted my wishes because he quickly rose and replaced his tongue with his dick. My head rotated while he repositioned himself, and I caught myself suddenly staring straight at Erek, his dead eyes looking right at me. Ziggy caught my gaze and looked over at Erek as well.
Ziggy raised my legs over his shoulders once more and kissed my inner thigh. “Let him watch,” he purred. “Let him see just how sick we fucking are.”
I might be sick, but you’ll never touch me again, Erek.
And with that comforting thought, I smiled. “Yes.” I looked up at Ziggy. “Let him fucking watch. And when we’re done, we’ll chop him up and throw him out like the trash he is.”
