Page 45 of Dangerous Silence
My cock twitched. She was certain about this too. “What did you like about it?”
I sat beside her. The bed dipped between us, both of our hands leaning into it. I wanted to throw her on the bed and make her answer, but I wanted to hear it from her mouth, when we were like this.
Equals.
“They seemed so helpless,” she whispered. “I wonder what that would feel like.” She looked down at the bed. “But I’ve never even been kissed.”
My teeth clenched. She had done so much since meeting me, and yet she hadn’t donethat? What idiots had passed on that opportunity? But kissing wasn’t something I was willing to do. Kissing meant love, meant affection, and while I knew I feltsomethingfor Demi, I wasn’t willing to open up to those emotions.
But making her feel helpless? That, I would indulge.
“Do you miss it?” I asked.
“Miss what?”
“College.”
“Oh,” she said, then she laughed to herself. “Not as much as you would think.”
A few moments passed, where the air was laced with heat. I turned on the air conditioning as high as it would go, and let my eyes linger over Demi as she tucked her legs underneath her. In gym shorts, almost all of her legs were naked, though that big college sweatshirt hung over her body, covering her pussy. The looseness of the material made me want to explore every inch of her: the soft curve of her waist, the flesh of her hips, the bells of her breasts.
“You know I’ve never done anything,” she said. “Not kissing. Nothing.”
I sucked in a breath, then turned toward her. “No head?”
“No.”
My cock twitched, thinking about the dildo I had shoved down her throat, shaking my own jizz on her face through the holes of the cage. I would need to change that soon.
“Have you ever been eaten out?” I asked.
A flush covered her face. “No.”
The funny thing was that I had never done it either. My interest, sexually, was most of the time, perfunctory. The sooner it was over, the better.
But I thought about Demi’s pink pussy lips, dripping wet with arousal, lapping it up and feeling her legs shake underneath me.
“We could try,” I said. “If you want.”
“We could.”
Without speaking a word, Demi edged herself to the top of the bed, lying back on a pillow. I took off my shirt, and she stared at the hair on my chest, my muscular arms, a tattoo of a hatchet on my bicep. With her thumbs in her waistband, she inched down the shorts and underwear, and once they were past her knees, I pulled them off the rest of the way. A sweet smell came from between her legs, and I lay on my stomach, laying closer, the soft dark hair grown out on her pussy, matching her dark brows. Some hairs were short, evidence of stubble growing out, but most of the hair was long and curly. Demi had taken to shaving while she was in college, but with me? She didn’t have that option. I wanted to bury myself inside of that hair. I loved it.
I stuck out my tongue, swirling it around the bead of her clit, glancing up at her as I did. Her eyes glossed over, completely focused on watching what I was doing. I sucked gently at first, and she tipped her hips closer to me, wanting more. Invigorated, I grunted, pressing my cock into the bed as I licked her pussy lips, tasting her, relishing in those tender folds. She moaned and I pulled her hips closer, bringing her to me. Then I stuck my tongue inside of her, tongue-fucking her until she whimpered in heat. She grabbed my head, burying my face in her thighs, but I grabbed her wrists, putting them firmly down on the bed.
I lifted my head, looking down at her, her juices covering my scruffy face. I tried to communicate without words. I loved that she wanted me so badly she was willing to wrap her legs around me, but her pussy was mine. It was mine to devour and worship, all fucking mine.
I put a hand on her pussy, letting my thumb flick over her entrance. That flush spread across her chest, up her neck, the hair on her head a puddle of blues and purples on the white sheets. She opened her lips, unsure of what to say.You’re mine, I said, narrowing my eyes.No one has ever touched you, because if they did, I would chop off their arms. Their legs. Their dicks. They’re lucky you’re still mine. And I’m going to take every inch of you.
“You’re mine,” I said, with an edge to my voice.Don’t you dare tell me otherwise.
She gave a subtle with her chin. I bent down again, bringing my tongue to her beaded clit, sucking on it until she bucked her hips forward again and moaned. Damn it. I wanted to fuck her right then. I wanted her to melt into pleasure until she was out of her mind, when she couldn’t stand it any longer, when I couldn’t take it either. But she didn’t need me in her life. Not like this. Butfuck, I wanted her so damn badly, and it was hard to resist her when she thrust again, her hands itching on the bed, her inner thighs shaking. I pressed down on her knees until they were flat on the bed, and lapped up her arousal.
Sitting up, I put a finger at the entrance of her pussy. She bucked her hips forward, wanting to feel my finger, wanting to feel me. I watched her, my cock hard against my thigh, bulging and aching to be deep inside of her. I rubbed the head through my pants, and she bit her lip.
“What do you want?” I asked.
Her eyes widened as if she couldn’t believe that I was asking her a question right then. She smacked her hands down on the bed.
