Lyric pushes her hips back to meet my mouth and her finger drops from her clit. I growl and she puts it back, automatically knowing what I wanted. Her grip on the blanket tightens as I swirl my tongue around her, tasting what I want as mine.
“Memphis,” she says between moans. “Fucking make me come.” She spins around and grabs my head, desperately slamming her hips into my mouth a few times, before burying my head back into her pussy. Fuck, this has me hot.
I crawl onto the bed and move her up with me, positioning her so that her back is arched and her pussy is in my face. Her hands grip onto the headboard as I blow on her pussy and then swirl my tongue around her clit. I swipe my tongue down her folds before shoving it into her pussy and thrusting it in and out while rubbing my thumb over her clit.
She starts shaking below me and thrashing around before I feel her clenching around my tongue and I taste her arousal in my mouth.
“Oh shit!” She reaches for my hair as I pull my tongue out and suck her clit into my mouth once more, before releasing it. “How the hell did you do that so fast?” She places both her hands against her forehead and fights to catch her breath. “It never . . . happens that fast for me.”
I stand and move to the dresser, reach for the camera, and take a picture of her sweaty, flushed body. I want her to always remember what I can do to her.
“When you want something, you have to learn to control it and make it yours.” I look down at her and watch as she covers up with the blanket. “So I just did . . .”
I turn and walk away, leaving her with that thought. Fuck, I shouldn’t have said that. Now I can’t take it back.
Even I have to admit . . . it’s the truth.
I WAKE UP GRIPPING THE blankets, my body full of sweat and my teeth clenched together. This shit seems to happen too often. “Fuck me.” It takes me a moment to shake it off and realize that I’m awake now. Doesn’t matter. I’m already shaken up from the memory and too worked up to relax.
Sitting with my legs over the edge of the bed, I place both my hands on my head and look up to see Alex standing against my dresser.
“I see you sleep like I do; not for shit.” He swallows hard. “I need you to meet me somewhere tonight. I don’t have time to explain. I just need you to listen.” He tosses a piece of paper down next to me and rushes toward the steps, gripping his black bag in his right hand.
“What the fuck, Alex?” I sit up and reach for the paper, confused as shit by his games. “Where the fuck are you going?”
“I have some work to do. I have to go. Just meet me there around midnight.” He stops when he’s halfway up the stairs. He’s nervous as shit for some reason and it gives me an uneasy feeling. “And don’t be late.”
Without another word he jogs up the stairs.
“Are you shitting me?” I rub my hands through my hair, trying to wake the hell up. It must be like five in the morning. I have no idea what the hell Alex has going on, but I have a feeling that I’m not going to like where this takes me.
I CAN SMELL BLOOD AND sweat all around me, bringing me back to that dark place: the one I left behind a long time ago. At least, the one I buried fucking deep. I should have known it wouldn’t stay buried away for long. My resistance is wearing away as I stand here, my eyes glued to the bloodied corner where Alex resides barely standing.
Damn you, Alex. What the fuck did you get me into?
I take a step forward, finding myself getting closer and closer to the makeshift stage surrounded by eager bystanders, all out to see blood tonight. As I get closer I can see the thick ropes are stained in red from blood of previous fighters. Being here is really fucking testing me. This all on a whole new level.
My whole body tenses and every muscle in my body flexes in preparation as Alex takes another bareknuckle blow to the face, blood splattering across the wall behind him. It’s about the fifth one he’s taken in the last two minutes.
He’s on his knees and looking as if he’s about down to his last breath. He’s barely moving. He’s giving up.
Ah, fuck, Alex!
Without thinking I start pushing my way through the crowd, causing all eyes to land on me, but I don’t give a fuck. I can feel the beast take over, the one that destroyed me in the past. I will not stand here and watch him die.
“Fucking stand up,” his contender screams.
The crowd starts chanting the other fighter’s name, but in my blind rage all I can hear is the buzzing in my ears. I don’t let it slow me down though; nothing can now.
I approach the stage right as the other fighter kneels down behind Alex and wraps his monstrous arm around his neck. This guy is a fucking beast compared to Alex. This is why he brought me here tonight. He fucking knew there was a chance he’d die. Well, bringing me here is the best thing that could have happened to him tonight, but the worst that could have happened to me.