Page 140 of Sky Song
She raked her fingers through her hair, ready to pull it out. “Why is everything so wrong?”
“It isn’t wrong. Just different.” He slowly moved in on her, backing her against the wall.
She tried to resist, but he was bigger and stronger. “I don’t know what’s going on. I don’t know what to think.”
“How about you don’t think for a moment?” He placed his arms on both sides of her head. His ebony eyes reflected lights just like the bottles - mysterious, malevolent, and cold. But his normally cool body next to hers was throwing heat in waves. “How about you only feel?”
She closed her eyes, ready for his kiss. Instead, he pushed his body against hers, grinding them pelvis to pelvis in a crude expression of desire. She gasped as he slid his hands up and down her butt and lifted her up, spreading her thighs. Then he kissed her, possessing her mouth, invading it in urgent forceful thrusts that imitated what he wanted to do. What he was going to do…
She twined her arms around his neck to hold on and let the tide of raw need to sweep her. He growled and yanked her pants down, pushing her underwear aside. She could feel his member, and it was strange, and erotic, and a little scary. On the other occasions they had made love, his body reacted gradually. But now? He barely controlled it, or at all. When he entered her, slamming her against the wall, she gasped at the force of his thrust. He didn’t hurt her but he came close. A peek at his face revealed that he stopped tracking, too far gone in lust, a pure male animal. She accepted him. He washeranimal.
He pounded into her, squished between a table and a wall in the empty restaurant, mindless of a possible intrusion, making soft growls against her throat, kissing and licking her skin. In return, she tasted the salty smoothness of his neck, above the purring of his four hearts at full throttle. Their union wasn’t perfect, but it was real.
He climaxed sharply, tensing and bowing, but the fire burning inside him took a long time to quiet down. Eventually, he withdrew, or rather, his body withdrew his member while Lyle remained motionless, pressing Cricket into the wall.
“I’m sorry,” he said hoarsely and let her legs drop.
She stood on her own mere inches apart from him. He was still crowding her, but no longer touching.
“You’re so delicious, but a distraction.”
“Lyle, talk to me.” She felt very vulnerable, standing like that with him, her pants down and her underwear all askew,warm wetness sliding down her thighs. She should feel violated, except the deep sadness filled her heart, and a cold premonition that she was losing him.
“I am not in total control, my hearts.” There was a note of desperation in his voice. “I want you so much that I can taste and feel you before I even touch you.”
“Your withdrawal from the drug?”
He nodded. “I was warned my system could go haywire. But I hoped… It doesn't matter. This whole operation depends on me, and I’m going to mess it up.”
“No, you won't! I believe in you.”
“Now you believe? Ironic.” He brought their faces real close. “I can’t focus, and if I can’t focus, I can’t fly.”
He turned away, and Cricket used the moment to put her clothes to rights.
“Is there anything I can do?” She placed a tentative hand on his thick shoulder.
“Yes, my hearts,” he said without turning. “You can stay away from me.”
“If it helps.” She felt so lost. Nothing went like it should. Nothing.
“Sex makes it worse,” he explained. “I burn for you, but when I have you, I only burn more.”
“I see.” She hung her head. What was there to say? “How long do you think it will last?”
He didn’t answer right away. “I can’t say.”
“I see,” she repeated. “I’ll go. Please, let me know that you’re okay. Through Ren or Paloma. It’s important to me.”
He nodded. “I’ll take you home.”
“No need.” She put up a hand. “I’d rather go alone. I’ll be careful.”
She watched him make his way to the stairs and go back down. Taking a deep breath, Cricket brushed off a few stubborntears, made sure her pants were zipped all the way, and went to the door.
Mark wasn’t at his usual spot in the claustrophobic mini-lobby, and she wasn’t sorry about that.
She pushed the door and stepped outside.
