Page 50 of Twisted Heathens
Desire burns through me as I scramble onto Eli’s lap, wrapping my legs around his trim waist. Drawing our bodies together, I need to feel him everywhere. Now I’ve had a taste I can’t get enough, I’m plummeting fast and he’s there to catch me.
Our hips grind together as his hand slips beneath my sweater, gliding over my stomach and ribs. His fingers undoubtedly feel the ridges and raised skin there too. He makes short work of getting inside my bra, teasing my stiff nipples. I rub myself against him even harder, the press of his rock-hard cock driving me wild.
“More,” I gasp.
Eli looks at me, eyes sparkling with mischief as he bites his lip. It’s the most alive I’ve seen him, the most alert. He’s always hiding from the world, zoned out for his own self-preservation. But right now, Eli’s here with me.
Swiftly undoing his jeans, I reach for the hard length trapped inside. It’s ready for me, hot and pulsing. Eli yanks my shirt up and I shift so he can remove my joggers, soaked panties too. Then his fingers are gliding over my skin, circling my thighs until he slips inside my dripping folds. Teasing the bundle of nerves there, I shudder a breath. He casts me another cheeky smile before he plunges inside with two digits, spreading me wide.
“Fuck yes,” I moan.
Eli pauses, calculating for a devilish second before retreating and rubbing his fingers into my bleeding arm, sizzling pain biting into my skin. With the gathered blood, he returns to my pussy and slips them back inside, hot blood moistening my folds as I scream out.
So fucking wrong, yet so right at the same time.
He quickens the pace, fucking me roughly with his fingers and I begin to work his velvet shaft. I can hear his rasping breath, enjoying the pleasure I know I’m giving him. As the feeling builds and I’m wound tighter, I realise this is what I like, after years of suffering through shitty hook-ups.
Depraved.
Bloody.
Twisted.
But ultimately, fucking incredible.
Eli’s lips work across my jawline, all the way down the slope of my neck, sucking and bruising along the way. I love it. He’s owning me and I cannot get enough. Lowering onto his lap fully, I spread my legs. Straddling him perfectly as his tip presses against my red stained cunt.
Eli hesitates, his hand wrapping around my neck to gain my attention. Squeezing my throat until I’m gasping for air, the question in his eyes is clear. Even after all of this, he still wants my consent. That’s a real fucking gentleman. The same gentleman that just sliced my skin and liked it.
“Please,” I beg sheepishly.
He wastes no time, slamming his cock home deep enough for me to cry out. I’m so full, every nerve ending on fire as his forehead meets mine. When I find my balance and begin to move, the euphoria only increases. I ride him hard, arms wrapped around his neck for support. He’s still gripping my throat, squeezing tight enough to excite me further as breathing becomes even more difficult.
I’m chasing the high, insatiable and desperate for more of this feeling. Our bodies smash together as we both moan and gasp. Once I’ve screamed out my first release, Eli moves, assuming dominance and removing me from his lap. I’m lowered onto the cold ground of the mausoleum steps. Hands grip my thighs as he hangs over me, tousled hair slipping over his face and disturbing my view. I swipe it away.
The way he looks at me? It’s fucking addictive.
Like I’m the very oxygen he breathes.
Slipping back inside, Eli buries his face in my neck as I writhe and cry out. He fucks me hard and fast like his life depends on it. The open air only makes it hotter, kissing my bare skin. There’s something forbidden about screwing among the dead buried in this graveyard. Blood leaking from both of our arms, evidencing our shared fascination for the art of self-destruction.
Twin flames destined for oblivion.
We both climax shortly after. Eli’s hair tickles my cheek as he catches his breath, eventually looking up at me with those damned knowing eyes. It’s like he can hear my very thoughts, despite the silence between us.
“Eli,” I begin.
A loud voice interrupts, our heads snapping up. I grab my clothes and Eli does the same, scrambling to cover himself as the voice nears. Grabbing his hand, we jump down the steps and sneak around the side of the mausoleum just in time. A pair of sour-faced guards burst into the graveyard and search around urgently, reporting back into their radios.
“Nothing here. You sure she went this way?”
The radio crackles. “Yes, lieutenant. Use your eyes.”
“It’s empty. Check your damn computer again.”
There’s a crackling through the speaker, some kind of scuffle before a new voice chimes in. “This is Augustus. Bring the asset back in range or pack your bags.”
The two guards quickly resume searching, ducking behind gravestones and checking in the trees. Eli clings to my hand as one of them comes dangerously close, heavy black boots stomping up the steps to the mausoleum. There’s a loud groan as he works the door open, yanking the ancient stone away to peek in. We take that opportunity to flee around the back and sprint all the way back to the fence.