by Lucian Bane
“Reginald!” she gasped. “Oh God, I’m…”
He shot up before she could orgasm. Gripping her jaw, he kissed her, his cock pushing at her pussy. She latched on to his shoulders and tilted her hips. The thick head of his erection found her opening, and he slid in deep.
His head fell back, and he gave another painful groan with several hisses before pulling his upper body back to watch his cock moving in and out of her.
“Your wet pussy is all over my cock. Do you see it?”
“Yes!” she gasped, watching.
He looked up at her, a feral hunger in his face as he slid in and out. “Do you smell it? Do you smell your pussy? It’s everywhere, making me so fucking hungry for things I can’t name. For things I can name, and should never name.” His words growled at the end, sending a strange mix of excitement through her. Their voices were too different to not detect. They were definitely both there.
His strong fingers dug into her hips, working her on and off of him. “Do you hear that?” he gasped, looking down then back up at her. “Do you hear my cock in your wet pussy?”
“I do, I hear it.” The words blasted between her moans as she watched it all. His slick cock sliding in and out of her, his hard muscled body, his beautiful face etched with lust as he pumped his cock faster, deeper.
He grunted and angled her hips up more sending her right hand in search for something to grab hold of. “Do you feel it?” he barely managed through his lusty breaths. “You feel me hitting bottom?”
He seemed torn between looking at his slamming cock, and her face. Again she felt both of them there, fighting for what they wanted, fighting to sync. She watched him, unable to keep from seeing Bones out of his mind with needing her too. She remembered in that second that they weren’t two people. They were one. Two personalities fighting to live in their own way at the same time. Did it make it wrong to indulge both? Would it force one personality to take control?
She knew that look in the dark eyes peering into hers now. Bones. What was he looking for, studying? What was he needing as he pounded relentlessly? The hunger in his eyes grew when she began to scream from the intensity. He was watching the power he had over her, reveling in it, wanting to see it take her over. Wanting to see her break with it. They both wanted that. But it was the why of it that carved its difference in them.
How would she discern the difference and answer the right need?
Everything changed suddenly. He brought her body close to his, one arm on her upper back, the other wrapped around her hips. He pressed their pelvis together tightly, his fingers biting hard while the arm at her hip forced her to meet his grinding thrusts. She screamed right into his mouth and he was there, eating it up, wanting that very thing.
His orgasm came, and she was sure Bones took over. The violent passion was dark, something surging from a terrifying abyss inside him. God, please don’t let him lose himself. But even as she prayed that, her own hunger grew. And then their gazes locked for two seconds before detonation. She saw it in his eyes. The terror of being what he was. He knew. Did he need her to meet him in that darkness? Was he scared she'd break? Or did he want to crush her?
She fought with all she was to meet him there. She gripped his neck tight as the insanity tore out of him, angry, furious roars. And as terrifying as it was, she couldn’t deny the heady feeling coursing through her. To be the cause of something this powerful and dangerous filled her with immeasurable worth. She’d never known such satisfaction and knew she’d have to have it over and over again.
Then came the aftermath. The collateral damage on her limbs for daring to answer the reckless demands he’d made on them and no matter how hard she tried, the painful whimpers came.
“Shit, Winter,” he gushed, helping her off the lavatory that miraculously held through the storm. “Did I hurt you?”
Reginald. God. She hugged him close to her, missing him more than ever as she groaned on the pain in her lower back. “I’m fine.” She kissed him, mostly because she never wanted to stop tasting him, wondering where Bones was now and how he felt. They both probably thought she didn’t see it. That both participated in their… lovemaking. Didn’t seem like the right term. “It was the most amazing thing I’ve ever felt.”
He held her up in his strong arms, squishing her body into his lean muscle in a possessive way. And she felt every bit of that possession. The hammer of his heart tingled through her nipples, making her kiss him deeper. Already she was hungry for all of it again. For them. No, for both sides of him. Whichever one the him was. And did it matter? Did it matter if Bones was really Reginald or Reginald was really Bones? Did that change anything?
She couldn’t think how it would. Except in their own mind. Which… could be a huge problem to both of them.
He put her arms around his neck. “Jump.”
“Jump?”
“I want to hold you.”
“You can’t hold me!” she squealed, smiling into his sweet face.
“Jump,” he ordered, making her heart race as she giggled.
“Fine, it’s your back.” She jumped and he caught her, making her laugh in delight. He held her with no problem. “You make me feel light.”
“You are,” he chuckled. “What are you, a hundred sixty? Not even the weight of a small man. Or a dead one.”
Her smile slowly softened at the Bones reference. She stared into his eyes, both eager and afraid to see him. She leaned in and kissed him, holding his gaze as she did.
He walked with her now and she couldn’t keep from pushing her clit against his abs, smiling at the eager moan he gave. “I’ll wreck,” he whispered.
She ran her fingers up the back of his hair. “I like making you wreck.”
“That’s not very nice.”
His threatening tone shot fire through her. “Sometimes I like being not nice.” She let out a squeal as he tossed her onto his bed. She got up on her elbows, looking at him.
He pointed to her. “Stay there. I’m taking a shower and when I come back, I want to talk about this issue you have of being ‘not nice’.” He shook his head, the look in his dark gaze setting her on fire. All the words were Reginald’s. She realized then that Bones wasn’t up for the small stuff. Only the hard stuff. That’s when he made his appearance.
She drew her knees up and let her legs fall open a little, not ready to lose Bones so soon. “What will you do?”
“Christ,” he whispered, staring. “I’ll make you pay.”
The rasped threat made her breathless. “I’ll be right here. Waiting.” She let her knees open and close, taunting him.
“I’ll be two minutes.” His gaze remained between her legs as he went in reverse and she laughed when he ran into the dresser. Once he was gone, she quickly sat up, looking at the door, breathless. Reginald Bones. Same man. Not two. Not two different men, even if they thought it. She needed to reach both. Hold on to both.
CHAPTER EIGHT
She quickly took off her clothes then sat back down on the bed. Her heart beat furiously as she struck various seductive poses on the bed. In the end, she felt stupid and fat in all of them.
The bathroom door opened and she gasped, looking at the bedroom door. Was like twenty seconds! Shit! She scrambled onto the bed, putting her back against the headboard. He appeared in the doorway and the sight of his beauty stole her breath. She sat there, more aware of her own lack than ever. He should be with a model. A thin, long legged model. Not a fat nobody.
He held her with a boiling gaze as he made his way to her. Her breath caught at seeing him. Bones, circling the edges of normalcy, hungry to live but unable to step into that light.
The swing of his thick cock with every step made her tummy jerk with fear and need. She pressed herself against the headboard, hands on the bed, holding tight to the covers. He stopped at the foot of the bed and she waited, staring into his eyes. “Get on your stomach, young lady.”
The words were Reginald’s but the man holding her star
e was Bones. She scooted down on the bed, their gazes locked until she turned. She could feel the roam of his gaze on all her imperfections and she couldn’t help but hold her breath. Ridicule had been a constant part of her job from the men who used her.
“Too slow.”
The rough words made her hurry. She lay on her stomach, closing her legs with her arms at her side.
“On your hands and knees now.”
Hands and knees. The trigger position made her hesitate. Just a position. Assume it.
The bed dipped with his weight and she closed her eyes.
“Grab hold of the top of the headboard. Arms wide apart.”
The words were firm but soft. All Reginald. But she could feel Bones. Behind her, watching. Judging her every move. She reached up and took hold of the metal bed, wondering what he thought of her, wanting to look back and see.
“Open your knees, now.”
She let out several breaths and walked her knees apart, angling her head to see what he was planning. He knelt right behind her and her breath hitched when he reached and fondled one of her breasts, squeezing softly then pressing it into her body. He released it and let it hang, sliding his palm over the tip of her nipple. He did that until her clit throbbed, making her move her hips with need.
“Open your knees more.”
She walked her knees wider, causing the muscles in her arms and shoulders to pull. It also opened her folds, allowing air to hit her clit.
“What’s this?” He touched his finger on her ass, making her gasp and the muscle flex at his touch. Another stupid trigger. As much as she hated being touched there, her body shook with anticipation of whatever he might do. Everything was different with him. Them. He continued to touch it, a soft petting that made her strain out tiny moans. He slowly slid his finger lower. “And this? What do we have here?” He slid his finger up and down her opening, the left and the right side, then down the center. “No reaching for it. Not until I say.”
“Yes,” she moaned, not having to play submissive. It was Reginald verbally ordering, but it was the man backing up those words, probably dictating them, that commanded the blood in her body.
He slid both palms over her butt, soft but calculating. His thumbs barely pressed on her ass then slid to lower, dipping inside her randomly. He tormented her like this until she was desperate.
“Please Reginald,” she whispered, trying to turn her head to see. “Fuck me.”
“Here?” He pressed his wet thumb on her ass, pushing the tip in.
“Yes,” she croaked, willing to have anything.
“Or this?” He slid his finger into her pussy, his thumb still in her ass.
“God, yes,” she cried, dropping her head, breathing through the desire pulsing.
She felt him sit between her legs, putting his face right at what he was doing. “Your pussy,” he whispered, pushing his thumb in and out it slowly. “The scent. The silky texture.” She felt his lips moving along her butt in light kisses, somehow gentle and threatening at the same time. He worked two fingers into her pussy then shoved deep.
“Oh God,” she gasped.
He moaned, sucking harder on her butt cheek as he moved his two fingers in and out of her. His hungry groans grew more heated, and he pulled his thumb out of her ass, replacing it with his tongue. His other hand gripped her shoulder and jerked her body, forcing her to fuck his tongue and fingers.
She was out of her mind with desire, her moans more desperate and tormented than ever. But it was the sounds coming from him that drove and controlled the fire. Like he’d found his secret love. Punishing her with tormenting pleasure. “Please,” she begged, squirming toward his touch. He bit her ass, and she jolted, her body shaking for him.
“Not until I say.”
His shaky whisper came with his tongue fucking her ass and those hungry grunts. His fingers inside her slowed to sensual, deep strokes, then suddenly turned vicious and jabbing, sending her cries higher. Her juices flowed, and he licked around his fingers then back at her ass.
“God, I need your cock,” she finally begged. “I need you to fuck me. Please.”
He bit her again, and she bucked with her cry. “Lick my clit, I’m begging you!”
He bit her again, pushing his thumb all the way in her ass, then moving it around.
“Oh God, oh God,” she cried. “I want it. I’m sorry for being bad. Make me do something, I need to do something.”
She felt his body shifting, and she strained to see what he was doing. God yes, do it. She cried out at feeling the press of his cock, sliding along her slit. She fought to pull him in, pushing her butt back.
The spank he stung her ass with sent a bolt of electricity to her pussy, making it quiver.
“Not yet,” he shuddered with the head of his dick poised in her entrance. “And when I start to fuck you…” he whispered, moving in and out of her opening, barely. “I want you to keep hanging on to the bed. Don’t let it go.”
He leaned so that his upper body pressed into her back, keeping his cock still. He kissed her shoulder, and she turned her face, wishing she could feel his lips on hers. He pushed slowly into her, bringing his face closer. Nearly buried, his mouth pushed at her ear.
“Are you ready to scream for me?”
Oh God, he was there. Bones. Right there, in her ear. “Yes,” she gasped.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard,” he promised. “My balls will spank your fat clit. Your pretty little clit, so hard and hot and ready to come.”
“Oh my God,” she cried weakly, delirious and breathless for it. “I need to come.”
“Yes you do. You need to come hard. You need to come long.”
He began fucking her. Long fast strokes that hit bottom and made her scream as he promised. “Don’t let go, hold on while I fuck you!”
Desire and fear gripped her at hearing Bones entirely there. He placed both his hands on hers and held them in place as he slammed his cock into her. The slap of his balls on her clit fed her orgasm through the storm he raged on her.
“Why are you so fucking perfect?” His rough voice bit with anger and accusation as he pounded against her g-spot. He yanked her hands off the bed and her upper body collapsed to the mattress with him on top, giving him an even deeper angle.
“Touch your fucking clit.”
“Oh God,” she cried, working her hand under her.
“That’s it,” he said at her face, sucking her cheek as his thrusts slowed. “Keep that pretty fucking ass lifted for my cock. You like it like this? Getting your naughty pussy rammed by my cock?”
“Yes, yes,” she cried, her face pressed into the bed.
“Are you rubbing that pretty pussy? I love your fucking pussy and ass, do you know that? Drives me fucking crazy.”
“Oh my God, please. Do it. I need to come!”
He grabbed a handful of her hair, keeping her face turned as he devoured her jaw while his cock remained buried to the hilt. Their lusty cries echoed in her head, their bodies slick and sliding in liquid fire. “You’re coming with me,” he shuddered at her ear. “Rub faster.”
His fingers tightened in her hair, pulling her head back. And then he unleashed on both of them, that animal he became, that terrifying thing taking over his own body until there was no more flesh and bone, but something else. As a prostitute, she’d endured ten kinds of brutality at the hands of paying customers. She’d had her body broken and sometimes her mind. But this man… this man broke into her heart. He broke in and marked her soul with a passion she’d never recover from. And never wanted to.
****
What the fuck! Reginald yelled, throwing the birthday bag onto the ground the second they were outside and out of sight. What did you do, what were you thinking?
I didn’t see you stopping me.
You fucked her!
What do you mean, Reginald? We share the same body and you still need pointers, Bones said.
You know damn well what I mean. I don’t want y
ou there, she doesn’t want you there. You don’t even like her!
Are you saying if I did, it would be okay?
Reginald paused his pacing, pissed that he’d say that. You don’t, or so you claim. So, what the fuck are you really doing? He waited in the sudden silence, ready to throw them both off a bridge.
A dark weight slowly settled over them and Bones stopped at one of the graves with a deep sigh. I don’t fucking know how to disconnect.
Reginald yanked his hand off the grave and paced, punching the air in fury. You and your stupid issues, I’m so sick of them. I’m sick of you!
His anger grew when Bones took his insults. I tried, Reggie, I did. Some of the things you do… are like triggers and I go off. I can’t stop it. But I tried, I swear. And it doesn’t help when I feel that you like it and want it. Then I want to give it to you, I want to see you…
So it’s my fault, you’re going to blame it on me.
Blame?
You’re making this about me, you did it for me. Good ole Bonesy to the rescue, always looking out for little Reggie. Grave-shit. You liked it too and a fucking lot! You forget I’m part of you, I feel what you feel. I see what you’re thinking!
His silence infuriated him. It meant he couldn’t argue. He needed him to argue that and win! Prove it wasn’t that, it was something else. Wasn’t like I didn’t warn you this was all a bad idea.
Reginald shot out a gasp. So, you knew you’d do this?
I knew it wouldn’t work!
More grave-shit. You were just scared—
Reginald! Bones yelled in his head, on to angry pacing. I come home with blood on my fucking hands! Yes, I’m scared, and no, it’s not for me, it’s for you and whoever I’m torturing!
Reginald went quiet as fear hit him. Torturing?
God, Reginald, Bones grit. I used to snuff! I killed a lot of people and was really good at it!
But you didn’t want to, Bonesy, you didn’t like it?
Don’t Bones said, shaking his head and sitting on the grave. Don’t do that, don’t try to make me into a saint.
