Page 48 of Ship Happens
A moan drifts on the air as my mouth connects with her. Heat rushes over my tastebuds in waves, and my tongue must feel so cool against her warm skin. Her hips jerk when I find her clit and give it a light flick with the tip of my tongue.
“God, this is so fucked up,” she moans. “Maybe that’s my kink. Doing what I shouldn’t.”
I keep eating her, refusing to stop long enough to reply. Once I’ve made her come, we can continue the conversation.
Her thighs quiver against my head, but she doesn’t come. Even when I slip my fingers into her warmth and tease that sensitive place deep inside her, she teeters on the edge of oblivion but refuses to fall.
“I need you to fuck me,” she begs through a whimper.
Well, damn. I didn’t see this coming.
I reach into my pocket and pull out the trusty lighter. As I eat her pussy and finger her with my right hand, my left hand flicks the wheel until a flame appears. I allow the heat to linger before dousing the flame and pressing the metal against the back of my ear. While I don’t enjoy leaving a mark that someone might see, needs must.
Pain sears through my skull, and I’m just glad Frankie is too lost to the moment to realize what I’m doing. Blood rushes to my cock at the same speed. I pull away long enough to yank off my shorts, hurrying before the pain recedes and my brain figures out what we’re doing here.
As my cock springs free, Frankie’s eyes widen. She licks her lips and swallows, then closes her legs. “On second thought?—”
I stop mere centimeters from her entrance. “If you’ve changed your mind, we don’t have to continue. I want you, but I’ve never been turned on by forcing a woman to do something she isn’t comfortable with.”
“Why do you have to say something so perfect when I’m trying to be a good girl?”
“Because I like you better when you’re bad.” I lean forward and kiss her as my erection begins to fade.Maybe this is for the best, I think as she pulls away, but then her teeth sink into my bottom lip.
I harden instantly and jerk forward, pushing against her pussy. She opens her mouth to cry out as I enter her, and I’ve never felt more like a beast in rut. I interpreted the bite as an invitation, but was I wrong? Judging by the way she looks up at me, I might have been.
“Fuck,” she whispers. “I don’t think I’ve ever been so full. Go easy on me.”
“Sweetheart, I will do whatever you tell me to. If you want it gentle, I’ll show you gentle.”
I ease forward, pushing myself deeper before easing out of her again. She breathes with me, matching the motion, sighing a little harder with each thrust as her eyes drift closed. Her breasts rise and fall, and her lips part as she loses herself to the feeling.
“Can I go a little deeper?” I ask, and she nods her head. Dark hair falls over her cheek as she whimpers, and I lean forward and brush it away as I maintain that slow, deep rhythm. “I want to see you. You’re so beautiful, so familiar to me. When you come, I want to watch you lose control.”
She moans and rocks with me now. Her hands move to her breasts, where she squeezes the mounds and tweaks her nipples between her fingers. Watching her play with them makes me want to suck them. Bite them.
“I want you to ride me,” I say as I ease out of her. “Use me until you come.”
We swap positions, and she straddles my waist. Before she puts me inside her, I pull her down so that I can nibble her breasts. As I willingly suffocate, she grinds down on my cock to the point of pain, which is perfection. Each moan that slides out of her chips away at my patience a little more, and when she finally slips me inside of her, I nearly come.
This isn’t how this is supposed to go, and I start to panic internally. First she made me come in my shorts, and nowI’m about to nut before she’s had a chance to get hers. Ain’t happening.
But fuck, now she’s speeding up. Her hands plant on my chest, and she grinds down, taking me all the way. With a long, low moan, her head tips back. She’s a fucking goddess.
“Fuck, I think I might actually come,” she says, and her pussy clamps down on my cock. “I’m so close...so...”
My hands shoot to her hips, keeping her steady as her pussy creates a friction burn on my pelvis. The speed with which she moves, the hunger that permeates every gasp for air, tells me she wants this orgasm more than she wants a fucking promotion in her department, and that is a very dangerous thing to know.
Because as she moans and shakes and explodes on my cock, she’s losing a piece of herself. And as I release inside her, so am I.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Frankie
Realization doesn’t dawn on me until I’m seated at breakfast the following morning. I spent last night in a haze, wrapped in my lover’s arms. The fog lifts as I look down at a human ear resting atop a bed of scrambled eggs. Faced with a literal appendage on my plate, I can’t pretend anymore.
I fucked a serial killer.
Eve sets down a glass of orange juice, then grimaces at her plate. She received a finger, which she flicks off the eggs before scooping up a yellow forkful. Across from me, Kindra looks down at what I think is a nose. The skin has shriveled, making it hard to discern exactly what it is. She grimaces, and I’m glad to see I’m not the only one who can’t stomach this chef’s particular brand of what the fuck.
