Page 34 of Come Out, Come Out

I smile down at her mockingly and nearly come at the sight of the tears running toward me from her wide, leaking eyes that peer up at me in desperation.

“You want to come?” She nods as much as she can with me holding her and my cock stuffed as deep as possible. “Beg for it, baby. Tell me how sorry you are. Give me a reason to forgive you. Use that smart fucking mouth to say those pretty little words I want to hear. It’s so easy, I know you can do it.” I gently brush the sweaty bangs away from her forehead as her eyes shrink to slits of disdain.

I laugh and start fucking into her mouth more vigorously, driving myself toward the edge. I’m coming with or without her; she can be stubborn all she wants. I don’t give her a chance to protest as my hips stutter and I empty every ounce of what I have to give to her. She coughs and cum sputters on my pelvis and her face.

“Suck as much as you can down and then I’ll let you get up.” I swipe the excess that escaped off of her lips and chin, then shove it back inside her mouth. The feeling of my own finger gliding along the edge of my dick makes it twitch. When she sucks and licks the rest off, I finally pull out of her mouth. “See, baby, that wasn’t so hard, was it?”

Her relieved gasp settles something in me and I release her. When she frees herself from the chair and stands, she stares down at me for a long moment. “You’re a fucking asshole,” she says between deep breaths. Instead of the bitterness I’ve grown used to, there’s an undertone of fondness that gives me hope.

Skye

August 13th, 2021 – After Midnight Strikes (12:15 AM)

Everything is still and quiet under the heavy cloak of midnight as we stare at each other—I shoot him daggers. He’s just looking at me like he won the biggest gamble of his life. I guess he did.

My cheeks are scarlet and hot, but not with the shame I should feel. I’m so fucking turned on right now, and I hate it. I should be disgusted by him, I shouldn’t let him touch me, and yet, all I want is his strong hands wrapped around my throat and deep inside me. The pent-up frustration and need that I’ve felt bouncing around between us for the last few months catches up with me all at once.

Rushing forward, I slam my hands into his chest so hard that he stumbles back into the dirty exterior wall. The crack of his head on the wood would have turned my stomach if he wasn’t already dead. Titling his head down, Aiden assesses me through his thick lashes, his smile sharpening to a wolfish smirk. “Has my little wraith not had enough?”

The words I was ready to throw at him are stuck in my dry throat. I swear all the moisture in my body is concentrated in the wetness that’s gathering between my thighs as he looks at me like that—like a man starved, like a man who’s gone feral and could feed until he’s gorged himself on my insides and picked my bones clean. I take a few cautious steps back from him as adrenaline pumps through me for a dizzying high. I’m ready to run; I expect him to chase me, but instead, he sits back in the chair and pats his thigh.

“Why don’t you show me what you had in mind when you came down here?” Aiden cocks his brow. “You wanted to fuck a ghost, now’s your chance.”

“I—”

I want to deny it, but I can’t, not after the way I just let him abuse my throat. So instead, I slip my thumbs beneath my waistband, roll my shorts and panties down my legs, step out of them, and approach him. I only break eye contact to cast a purposeful gaze down to his black jeans–the same ones he was wearing the last two times– that are still unbuckled and hanging loosely off his hips. Once they’re out of the way, I carefully slide one leg then the other through the arms of the rocking chair and hover over his hardening dick. I swallow thickly as I wrestle with my doubts. I know that this isn’t normal, I know I should still be angry with him, I know this can’t end well, and yet, I want him so fucking badly. My pussy clamps on the humid summer air, egging me on.

My palm smacks on the wall as I quickly lean forward, shocking Aiden so much that he stops stroking his cock. “Yes, I do want to fuck you.” I grip his length tightly and pump my hand slowly up and down his shaft.

Aiden’s fist twists the hair at the nape of my neck, forcing our faces closer together. “Then stop playing and show me.” There’s a ferocity in his eyes I’ve never seen before tonight.

I roll my finger over the head of his cock. “I thought you like games?” My voice is laced with innocence but is anything but sweet. His lips quirk, while his gaze narrows in challenge.

“You had your chance to hide, but you decided to forfeit. Now I want to claim my prize.” Without warning, he grabs my shoulder, the knowing eye of his hand tattoo staring into my soul as he forces me down on his cock, plunging the entirety of it into me in one go. A shocked gasp escapes me on impact, and I dig my nails into his shoulders as I steady myself. The sharp sting dulls to an acute and exquisite pain, and I become liquid as I relax onto his lap.

Thisis perfection.Thisis what I’ve been looking for.

Moving my hips in slow circles, I adjust to him inside me, focusing on my comfort and pleasure. Aiden groans and the sound awakens something within me that’s been neglected all these months.

“That’s it, use my cock.” His fingers appreciatively dig into my love handles.

Using his lean yet sculpted shoulders as leverage, I ride his cock and rock us in the chair. It’s almost like riding a mechanical bull yet so much better as I gaze down into Aiden’s eyes that remind me of the kind of storm you don’t want to encounter at sea.

“Take what you need, Skye. No more of that cold shoulder bullshit. Show me how you really feel.” He goads me, searching my face for what, I don’t know.

My hand snaps around his throat, right over the large black and white tattoo I want to lick every time I see it. “I want you to shut the fuck up for two minutes.” He laughs at that but bites down on his lip and nods his agreement. I want to fuck that cocky look off his face. I want to hearhimbeg formethis time.

Readjusting, I shift my feet forward to gain a more secure footing, then use my thighs and the stability of his strong shoulders to slam myself up and down his cock. Aiden’s groaned “Oh, fuck,” goes straight to my pussy at the same time his finger presses against my clit and I buck forward with the spasm of pleasure.

“That’s it, take what you came for,” he commands as I move my hips up and down, back and forth, in deep rolls that have the back of the chair clattering loudly against the house. With frenzied fingers, I rip down the thin strap on my shoulder and tug my top below my breast, then grip the back of Aiden’s head and bring his lips around my nipple. Without hesitation, he flicks his tongue and sucks the sensitive bud in the same rhythm his fingers play with my pussy. I dig my nails into the back of his short brown hair as I clench around him and crash headfirst into an orgasm.

I’m still coming when Aiden grabs my ass with both hands and starts fucking up into me from below. His harsh thrusts nearly make me lose my balance and I’m forced to press my palms to the wall to steady us. He doesn’t let up his punishing pace until he unloads into me. As soon as he’s finished, my hand finds his throat again and I force his head back so he’s looking up at me.

“No more fucking lies. You’re going to answer all of my questions.”

His eyes bore into mine as he nods his head and strokes a finger down my spine. The intimate moment has me eagerly pulling my legs free and putting distance between us. Without another word, I grab my discarded clothes off the floor and march back into the house. By the time Aiden follows me in, I’ve managed to clean myself up in the bathroom and have poured us each a shot of whiskey.

“Talk.” I yank out one of the chairs from the kitchen table and plant my ass expectantly.

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