Page 45 of Curses and Cornstalks
“Use me how you want,” he demands, his hands moving back to my thighs. He lifts his hips to urge me on, his fingers firmly gripping my skin. “Show me what you need.”
Fuck.
My body responds to his words before I can process them, and I plant my hands on his chest. I grind my hips and ride him, my eyes fluttering closed as pleasure ripples through my core. He lifts his hips in time with mine, burying his cock deeper in me until a steady stream of moans spills from me.
I’m close.
So close.
He must realize it, because his hand shifts and his thumb presses against my swollen clit, making me jump.
“Come for me, darling.” His voice is deep and gravelly. “Fuck yourself until you fall apart; I want to feel you come on my cock.”
My thoughts are a fuzzy mess as I pick up the pace, and seconds later the tension in my body snaps. I come hard, my pussy squeezing him tight, and an unhinged groan falls from his lips. He pulls me to his chest, his lips crashing against mine as he slams into me at a brutal pace. Every thrust has a burstof pleasure exploding through me as he fucks me through my orgasm.
His thrusts become erratic and he punches them up a final time before his cock twitches inside me. He moans my name over and over as he comes, filling me to the brim.
When we’re both completely spent, we still. Our heavy breaths are the only sounds in the clearing, and I settle against his chest with my eyes closed.
“Holy shit,” I manage to whisper as my heartrate attempts to return to normal.
He chuckles beneath me. “You can say that again.”
We remain that way for several minutes, neither of us daring to move as we meditate on what just happened. When the swollen knot of his dick finally softens, he pulls out carefully, and a gush of warmth spills out of me and onto his torso.
He pulls me down next to him, cradling me in the crook of his arm as he watches me with eyes full of intrigue. For a second, it’s like we’re in a different world, one where everything about us makes sense. Where things could work and no one would bat an eye in our direction.
Unfortunately, that’s not the case.
“I meant what I said, Cassie,” he says, his face only inches from mine. He brushes his fingers along my jaw, tucking a strand of loose hair behind my ear. “I belong to you. Entirely.”
A smile works its way across my lips, and I nuzzle into his chest. “And I belong to you, Atticus. Whatever I have to do to make this work, I’ll do it. If I have to keep you a secret forever, so be it, but I don’t want to lose this.”
“Do you mean that?” He presses his lips to the top of my head.
“I do,” I assure him. “Just as you are, gourd and all.”
“Cassie, I—” His voice cuts off abruptly, and I look up to see what’s wrong. His eyes are wide in terror, aimed directly at thesky overhead. His free hand shoots to his throat, and he grasps at it desperately without saying a word.
“Atticus?” I shoot up into a sitting position to get a better look at him. “What is it? What’s wrong?”
A strained noise escapes without words, and every muscle in his body goes rigid. His eyes glass over, and my stomach drops.
“Atticus!” I reach for him, but he throws up his hand to stop me where I am. My gaze falls to his fingertips, now bubbling like boiling water.
My chest seizes as I look over the rest of his body, his skin beginning to bubble madly. He squeezes his eyes shut tight against whatever invisible force is terrorizing his body, but if it hurts, he doesn’t scream. Whatever is doing this to him has obviously damaged his vocal cords.
“What can I do? Should I call someone?” I plead, growing frantic. I’ve forgotten that we’re both completely naked in the middle of nowhere, and that absolutely no one would come running to help save a scarecrow. They’d think I was insane. “Atticus, what’s happening?”
It’s stupid to ask because he clearly can’t respond, but sitting there quietly and watching this happen is out of the question.
Is he dying right before my eyes?
His boiling skin bubbles faster, to the point where it looks like it might melt off his body, before his entire body is consumed with bright blue flames. What starts as a small flicker in his chest quickly erupts into a scorching, crackling roar, and I scramble backward in horror. My eyes, glued to the horrific scene no matter how hard I try to look away, begin to burn, tears welling in the corners.
My brain can’t process what I’m seeing, much less the rollercoaster of emotions ravaging my body. I want to scream, cry, throw up all at once, as I watch my scarecrow disappear in a wall of crackling azure flames.
Just as I’m beginning to worry that the whole field will burst into flames, it ends.
