“Beast?” I whisper hoarsely.
“Shhh…” His rough hands close onto my waist, sliding over my smooth skin.
My stomach muscles tense under his touch.
“Relax baby. Do you want this?” he whispers into my ear, his hot breath penetrating my skin.
“I want something,” I answer, my eyes rolling back as I let myself relax against his command. His hands run up and over my full breasts. I’m decent in the boob department, for my frame anyway. A hiss escapes his mouth as he pushes against my back, my chest hitting the wall. Bringing his monstrous body flush up against my back, he begins laying soft kisses on the back of my neck, making his way slowly down my spine. Goosebumps break out across my skin, sending waves of shivers to wrack through my body.
His arm reaches into his shorts and what feels like a wire hits me across my hip bone. “What are you doing?” I ask, my breathing heavy and thick.
“I need you to relax. Do you trust me?” his voice sending a calming ripple effect through me.
Nodding my head, I pull my lip into my mouth. “Yes. Yes, I trust you.”
“Good. Put these on.” He pushes two ear buds into my ears, and it registers to me that he was pulling out his iPod from his pocket. The screen lights up all that is in front of me, the empty dark maroon walls of my hallway. The light shuts out and the electrifying guitar of Marilyn Manson ‘Sweet Dreams’ begins playing in my ear.
Jesus, Marylin Manson is supposed to make me relax? He couldn’t put on some KC & JoJo or something? Then I remember who Beast is and that I don’t like slow, depressing music. This is good.
The guitar continues playing through my ears as he brings his body up against mine, pushing me against the wall, the coldness of the wall rousing my nipples to life. His hands skim down to the rim of my undies, he pushes them down slowly, the lace skimming past my knees and a rush of cold air sweeps past, the unfamiliar exposure making me squirm. The feeling is surprisingly erotic. The darkness of the room and the sound of music playing through my ears has three of my senses alive. Cutting my sight, igniting sound, and blowing up my sense of touch is an intoxicating combination. My heart races, the deep beating thump vibrating the cross necklace that sits over my chest. He pushes into me again, his thick cock pushing against my back. Throwing my head back, a small moan slips my mouth. Wrapping his hands around my waist, he spins my body around. Swallowing down the bundle of lust that has filled my mouth, the song hits repeat just as he brings his face into the crook of my neck, his well-polished tongue slipping down my neck toward my heaving chest effortlessly, leaving a trail of sleek saliva behind. His body drops to the floor and my eyes scan, trying to close my vision onto anything, but coming out blank. His close-cropped hair grazes my inner thigh and my cheeks flush while blistering heat pools right between my thighs. His hands run up my legs and I know the exact moment he runs them over my scars because his hand stops and he pulls his iPod out, flashing the screen onto my thighs. I take out the ear buds, my hands whipping down quickly to cover myself but he stops them before I can get close.
“Meadow…” he breathes out, his voice pained. “Fuck baby, he do this?”
Swallowing, I nod my head. “Every time since I was twelve.”
His head surrenders, his shoulders sag as he punches the floor with his fist. “I’m so sorry, baby.”
“Sorry for what? You have nothing to be sorry about.”
“No, you’re wrong, I do.”
Despite my not wanting to get into this right now, I ask, “How so?”
“Each of these scars is a reminder of how late I was getting to you. I will never fail you again.” His words reach deep into my chest, twisting my heart. A single tear drops down my cheek and I rub it away instinctively. Before I can ask him what he’s doing, he places the earbuds back into my ears, and the same silken tongue that slid down my neck is pushed up against my clit. Swinging my head back, I hit it on the wall behind me, bringing my hand to my mouth to calm my moans. His tongue works patiently, skimming circles around my nub comfortably. He applies pressure to me, picking up his pace before bringing his hands up my thighs, leaving a tingle of sensations running through my scorching hot blood. Something deep pulls in my lower stomach, edging for more, I don’t know much but I know I want more of what he’s doing. Slowly, I begin riding my pussy on his mouth, his tongue slipping over my clit softly but roughly. Tugging on one of the ear buds until it drops out of my ear, he mumbles. “Are you okay?”
“Yes,” I whisper hoarsely, bringing my hands to his hair, tugging on it lightly. “Keep doing that.” The coldness that now covers my clit is an emptiness I’m not ready to feel. However, it brings its own kind of pleasure with it. His hair bristles over my thighs again as he runs his tongue up my slit roughly, bringing a single finger in between my thighs where he slips his finger inside my folds. My breath catches at the sudden invasion, but I instantly relax when I register where I am and how good it feels. When he curves his finger, another sensation sets off, this time coming from deep inside. I need more of that, more of what his finger is giving me, I need him inside me and I need it now.