Page 22 of Crawl
“What if I brought a friend?” I ask. “Maybe Jenna?”
“It’s a doubledate,” she teases. “Trust me. It’ll be too romantic for Jenna.”
I exhale slowly, trying to keep my cool. My mind briefly wanders to Cash. His veiny, muscular forearms. Rough hands willing to show me my place, to force me to admit why I’m nervous or scared. Considering our agreement, he actuallyisan option, and ifwehappen to fuck afterward, I’d at least get some of what I wanted—that total domination—even if he still refuses to give me the final release.
But he’s my boss. My best friend’s abuser. My blackmailer.
And he’s pissed at me anyway.
“I’ll figure something out,” I say.
“I can’t wait!” Mom squeals.
We hand up, and the metal hinge and screws clink in my palm as I study the door. A tension fills my stomach, and as I sniff the air, I can smell his pine and sweat. Like he’s already been here. His scent must have gotten on my clothes. My pussy clenches, but I can’t think about him anymore.
Instead, I drop the plastic bag, rush to the kitchen, and grab an unopened bottle of wine. I’m not dealing with this right now.
***
Cash
The stars shine up above, my shoes tapping along the sidewalk. It’s late, past midnight, but it’s quiet, even for Key West. The news reports must actually be working; the mayor doesn’t have to hold a curfew. People are afraid.
But not me.
I use the spare key above Remedy’s back door and let myself inside. A fan whirs in her bedroom, the white noise keeping her asleep. Her chest rises and falls in a steady rhythm, a purple towel tossed on the pillow by her head, as if she fell asleep after a hot bath. An empty wine bottle sits on her nightstand.
A bath and a lot of wine? No wonder she’s passed out.
I pull her blanket down carefully, the fabric skimming her body. The sour scent of spilled alcohol lingers in the air. She wrinkles her nose, like she often does during the day, then stretches back into sleep, never opening her eyes. Her lips are light pink, stripped of her usual makeup. As the blanket falls off the bed, I rub my cock in my pants. She’s naked, her brown nipples erect from the plush blanket, red scabs dotting her areola from my fingernails. Her legs are spread, her pussy lips glistening. The lace design tattoos stretch across her stomach, cupping underneath each breast, then down over her mound, mixing with the silky trimmed hair on her pussy.
My mouth waters. She’s natural. Vulnerable. And mine. Fuck, she’s gorgeous. And this is transactional. She obeys me, and I don’t turn her in to the police. It’s an even exchange. If anything, she comes out ahead.
And damn it, I want to make her come.
Which is why I need to leave Key West soon. Find a colder climate. A place where I can work and enjoy my interests. In my line of work, it’s not good to stay in one place for long. You stick around enough to get established, then move on to the next location.
But the idea of staying, of seeing how Remedy evolves as we continue our game, entices me. She’s even stronger than I expected. Feistier. And being able to say what she wants sexually, knowing that I’m her sworn enemy? The predicament is intriguing as hell.
And eventually, I can frame her. Everyone around her will die, and soon, the police will realize that she’s the last person they spoke to. Even her boss will be gone.
But right now, I want to taste her. I drape my fingertips over her calves, then between her thighs. Her skin is smooth and damp, as if she put on lotion before falling asleep. My fingertip traces her pussy lips, my cock twitching in my trousers. She soaked like she’s having a wet dream marathon. I stroke my dick through my pants, licking my lips as I trace those pussy lips with my fingers. Her satin hair. Her slick skin. Her warmth radiating off of her holes.
I want to destroy her with my dick.
I lay between her legs, then take as much of her clit and pussy lips in my mouth as I can, letting my tongue run in between her folds, tasting each crevice, the tangy sweetness. I know her taste well now, from licking it off of my hands, but this is the first time I’ve tasted her straight from the source. My cock fills for her, desperate for her warmth. I run my tongue over that bundle of nerves, playing with her clit, swirling around and around. It engorges with blood, her sensitivity increasing. She spreads her legs more for me. In her sleep.
She’s unconscious. Completely helpless. And so damn sweet. I want to keep her like this, bound by her own sleep paralysis, but I want her to wake up too. I want her to fight me.
And then I can’t help it anymore. I lick her like a hungry beast, from her clit down to her asshole, licking those bumpy ridges until her tight ring clinches, then relaxes for me, ready for more. I tongue-fuck her ass, dry-humping the bed, and her arousal drenches my face like syrup. Her musky scent surrounds me, and I hastily move so that I can finger her ass with one hand and grind into my fist with the other, humping the bed. I suck her clit, swirling my tongue in sharp movements. She gasps, and that fuels me. I finger-fuck her tight little ass harder, then shove in a second finger. Her ass is smooth and fucking delectable, and my eyes roll back in my head, imagining her ass swallowing my cock whole. Her hips buck forward, then her legs wrap around my head.
“What the hell?!” she yells.
She kicks a heel into my lip, but I lurch up, pinning her to the bed with my body. Lust glazes over her expression and I can see it in her eyes: she sees her come shining all over my face, the ravenous hunger in my eyes; she feels my cock stabbing into her thighs like a dagger; she knows how desperate I am for her pussy and ass. It stuns her, and her body relaxes.
When I’m positive that she’ll be compliant for now, I touch my lip. A drop of blood smears my finger. I put my finger in her mouth, and she doesn’t hesitate. She sucks it clean like my finger is a cock, and her eyes disappear into her skull, devouring that drop of metallic liquid.
“The more you fight, the more I will too,” I warn. “And fuck, Remedy, I love putting you in your place.”
