Page 244 of Ominous: Part 1
“You’re kind of like that, for me.”
She steps even closer, only her hand between us, still over my heart. My body grows warm, blood rushing to my cock at her nearness, her scent, her gaze rapt on me.
“It’s not just adrenaline, orexcitement.”I dismiss the word. “You… You’re what water was to Mom. Something that soothes. Water can be still, or… or rapid. Calm, or dangerous.” I bring her hand to my chest, so both are against me, then I wrap my arms around her body, jerking her close so she can feel how much I want her.
She smiles, digging her fingers into my shirt.
“You’re all of that to me. It’s the best part of you. You’re so many fucking things, and I don’t really know when it happened, kind of like how it’s hard to tell when the ocean turns from safe enough to extremely fucking risky, but I’m in love with you. And maybe it’s obsession, and maybe you don’t believe me, or you think it means less because I’m wired differently.”
She tilts her head, her eyes fixed on mine.
“But it feels real to me. If you were to ever leave, I just don’t think I could breathe without you.”
There’s a long stretch of silence. I have no idea what she’s thinking. My fingers are against her spine, just over her hips, and my blood is hot in my veins, and I want to kiss her and hurt her and fuck her, but I don’t move.
Until she drags one hand down my chest and pulls at the waistband of my pants.
Then she’s dropping to her knees, kneeling between my feet, pulling down my sweats and my boxers, circling her fingers over my cock, one hand pressed to my hip, keeping me against the bookshelf.
“Eden.” Her name is a groan from my lips. I relax against the shelves, tipping my head up and back, my fingers in her hair, pulling the clip free, letting it drop to the floor.
Her tongue is warm, her hand, too, and she digs her nails into my hip with her other, a sharp sting with the pleasure.
She’s just teasing me, though, flicking her tongue along the head of my cock, a soft moan from her throat as she tastes my precum. It occurs to me she probably doesn’t know how to do anythingotherthan tease me.
I tilt my head down as she licks me like she would a lollipop.
Her eyes find mine, big and sexy and submissive, and her cheeks are flushed pink as she pulls back, her hand still wrapped around me. She doesn’t know what to do.
“Open your mouth,” I tell her.
My chest is heaving, waiting for her to do as I say.
“Now, suck it. As much as you can. Move your head back and forth.” I tighten my grip in her hair.
She closes her eyes, like she’s embarrassed to look at me, and takes me in her mouth. Just the tip, at first, but she’s good, now that her lips are a tight seal around me.
I push her head further onto me, and her eyes fly open, looking up at me as I keep going, until she gags around my cock, saliva dripping from her lips.
I pull her quickly off of me.
“Are you okay?” My voice is a jagged whisper.
She drops her hand from my hip and wipes the back of it over her mouth, but she nods. Then she tightens her hold on my dick and deepthroats me again, all on her own. She has a gag reflex, but it’s hot, feeling her throat tighten around me.
I help her with the pace, my hand in her hair.
She sucks even without my urging, gagging as she does, but she doesn’t stop.
“Fuck.”It’s a ragged sound I can’t hold back.
Her hair is so soft and thick beneath my fingers, strangely, the feel of it only heightens my pleasure, because every inch of her is so fucking perfect.
My eyes flutter closed for a second as she sucks me, then I watch her knees shift on the polished hardwood floors, knowing she’ll have bruises tomorrow, and I take pleasure in that, too.
Because they’re from doing something for me.
She’d hurt herself, for me, and the perverseness of it drives me faster to my release, my core tightening with the feel of her wet little mouth clamped tight around me, her nails digging into my hips. I guide one of her hands to cup my balls, and groan with the feel of it as I squeeze her fingers tighter over me.
