Page 9 of Slaughtered Firefly
THE SET UP
Last weekend—June 21st
Ihonestly didn’t give a fuck that the drive to her apartment was twenty minutes or that I probably looked like a creep just staring at her while she wore a sinful smile on her face. I was dumbstruck by luck that such an attractive female would choose me. The odds were insane, and as I followed her up the stairs to her apartment, I couldn’t help but feel giddy. Maybe I was still at Fred’s, passed out while Tiffany let her little rug rat draw on my face. Just to be sure, I pinched my face. Nothing. Holy shit, this was happening.
“You know I won’t bite, at least not yet,” Mia winked towards me, and I realized I was in my head again. She already had the door open, waiting for me.
What the fuck is wrong with me? I’ve never been this nervous for a casual fuck. I caught up with her in the doorway and leaned in to her. Her hands gripped my waist. Those intense blue eyes stared into my own. “How about you tell me more?” My hands rested on the sides of the door frame.
As I leaned down to kiss her, she had other plans, pulling me inside and shoving me against the door. Fuck, I love a woman in charge. Everything about this woman was a turn-on, and a much-needed change from pillow princesses. I surveyed the area, noting we were in a small hall with a framed doorway that looked like it led to the main living area. My dick was straining against my pants as she shuffled my shirt up, and it caught against my elbows, binding my hands above my head. The fabric blocked my vision. I reached down to pull the shirt the rest of the way off, but she bit my chin, pulling at the stubble there.
“Leave it,” she whispered in command, planting a kiss next to her bite.Fuck.
It was different, having my sight stripped away as I waited for the next action from Mia, but I left the shirt there, intrigued and slightly embarrassed at letting this woman have such control over me.
Her hands raked down my chest a second before her breath replaced them as she blew cool air against the hairs. Her lips landed on the tattoo at the top of my ribs.Pain is only the beginning… I sighed out in relief when Mia didn’t stop to ask what it meant; she just accepted it, continuing on with her desires.
I felt her hands against my waistband, and with a tug, I shifted against her, my cock getting uncomfortable within the prison of my pants. I heard a noise and my brain instantly sobered, my pistol.
“You know they say you’re not supposed to leave guns loaded, and no safety, my guess a personal preference and not standard issue,” her voice was laced with disapproval as I started pulling my shirt back down, a frown crossed my face.
“Don’t move,” Mia commanded, my pistol shoved under my chin. I froze.
Fuck.
“It’s not nice to take what isn’t yours, didn’t your mother teach you manners?” I bit off more than I could chew with this game. My face turned red as I stood there.
“No, but my father taught me proper gun safety,” she replied as thirteen bullets hit the floor, one still chambered.
“So Miss Thompson, what are you going to do now? Kill me?” Anger rose within me; the longer it stewed, the more sober I became.
“So formal, but I don’t play with guns,” she sighed.
I was prepared to move as soon as the slide released. My heart pumped into overdrive as I ripped my shirt and slammed Mia back against the wall. The bullet clattered to the ground, andthe gun slammed into my balls. A mangled yell and one very sore set of boys later, I fell.
I keeled over, my hands gripping my jewels. It was so solid and so fast that I didn’t expect it. My vision danced with static buzzes. The ache of the blow was excruciating. The blood that flooded my dick and balls only worsened the pain as it thudded to my racing heart.
“Fuck you,” I grunted through the pain.
She gripped my head, forcing my eyes up to hers. “Oh you will,” she forced my head in between her thighs.
When did she take off her jeans?She jerked my hair hard. I took a large bite of her inner thigh, anger still hot within me. The moan that came out of her was otherworldly, and I knew we were done playing around.
Anger melted away as my teeth caught on the soaked fabric between her legs. She smelled divine, like peaches. I quickly jerked the underwear down and off. Mia forced my head once again between her thighs; my hands came around to grip her ass as I tasted her. My fingers brushed against a small scar on her cheek. I hadn’t paid it much attention, too absorbed in the treasure in front of me. It was a gentle caress of my tongue as I watched her body react. A small twitch in her most sensitive spot told me all I needed to know as my teeth contacted the area, a gentle but firm pinch. Mia moaned, pulling my face further inward, eager to have her way. I obliged her by burying my face deeper between her legs. Her leg, which was balancing on my shoulder, locked around my head as I held her firmly to the wall. I flicked my tongue over her clitoris, feeling her leg muscles tighten as she struggled against trying to push me away and pull me in all at the same time.
I couldn’t breathe, which must be a kink or something, because my dick was waking up from the brutal punishment it received, eager to taste as well. There was something soexciting about having your oxygen deprived for someone else’s pleasure; it was like, ‘I am choosing you over my own breathing.’ The greatest love letter anyone could hope to receive—this was fucking, not love.
I mentally slapped myself before focusing on reality and not some delusional, oxygen-deprived fantasy. My tongue lapped at her center; her body rocked on my face trying to claim the pleasure building.
“More,” she moaned. The commanding tone was so fucking sexy.
I pushed a finger into her soaked pussy as my tongue pulled another moan out of her, my ears trained on her sharp intakes of breath and the tightening around my digit. I could feel her muscles tightening as she quickly approached the edge, and I pushed another finger inside her, pumping faster.
“Oh my god!” she screamed as she shattered with the orgasm. Cum dripped down my face as I slowed my pace, giving her time to ride the high.
Her body shook around me. I could feel her pulse beating rapidly as I withdrew my fingers. Her body shivered as I set her upright, steading her against the wall. I looked into her beautifully flushed face and felt proud for causing such a satisfying smile.
Mia stretched up to kiss me, her lips instantly melting against mine. Most women would have balked at the taste of themselves, but this only encouraged Mia as she deepened the kiss, her hand skimming down the front of my pants once again. Her tongue entwined with mine as she led the way further into her apartment and she opened the door to her bedroom and shoved me onto the bed.
