Page 293 of Ominous: Part 1
Then, my gasps loud as I breathe, I tighten my hold on his neck and shift my body, pushinghim,so he’s on his back on the cement, one hand on my ass, my skirt flipped up over my back, the backs of my thighs freezing, my lips feel numb as cold water drips from my hair.
But I don’t think about any of that.
I push on his chest as his fingertips press into my ass. He says nothing more, one eye still covered, but I slide my hands up to his throat, and he shifts willingly, his shoulder blades off the edge of the pool. I slap my hand over his face, and he drops his own hands to the ledge of the pool, gripping it tightly.
I shove him down, my fingertips swallowed by the icy water.
Bubbles pop to the surface, his eyes closed tight under the water, his body tense beneath me.
I can feel him, though, still hard, his cock against my stomach.
I hold him down with both hands.
His knuckles turn white as he grips the ledge.
I circle my fingers along his throat. My pulse roars in my head, power rushing in my veins.
He’s completely still.
I feel his lips beneath my palm.
Seconds pass.
I glance up at Luna. She’s still asleep.
I shift my hips, my underwear back in place, but I feel him all the same. I dry fuck him, although we’re both soaked now.
I wonder if his cuts sting, where I scratched him.
Warmth fills my veins even as my teeth chatter, the more I rock over him, all my weight into my hands, along his throat, his head.It feels good, owning him.
I splay my fingers over his face. I see his long lashes. The circles beneath them.
I rock harder.
My breaths come in gasps. I have to move one hand down along his body, right over his chest. I lean into him, wanting to hurt him at the exact same time I want him to feelgood.
He moves one hand from the ledge of the pool. He grabs my throat, pressing his thumb to the hollow of it. His fingertips are ice cold.
I can’t breathe.
He can’t either.
We’re even.
I slap my palm over his chest, trying to crush him beneath me. Like if I can get him to stay here, stay small, stay beneath me, I can save him from the whole fucking world. We can hold our breath together, and we can live this way, underwater. Isolated.
I bite my lip, eyes fluttering closed, my head spinning from the lack of air, but I don’t stop rocking against him.How long can you stay under there, baby boy?
He pinches his fingers around the sides of my neck, like he wants me to black out.
It’s like fighting, the way we fuck to hurt each other. I want to break his ribs, just to curl against his heart. He wants to snap my neck, so I can’t ever walk away.
Breaking me from my trance, he has both hands around my throat. He’s using me to pull up, up, up, gasping for breath. My eyes fly open, and I see anger in his. Maybe a little fear, too, the way his entire body trembles.
Time seems to freeze for a moment, standing still as we shake.
His lips are parted as he gulps in air. His hands are still around my throat, mine at his. His face is drained of color. His lips are tinted blue.
