by Nikki Landis
The body on the bed convulses, the young man crying out in pain.
He turns in my direction as blood oozes from his mouth, his nose, ears, and the corners of his eyes. Frothy spit mixed with blood spurts from between pursed lips. He moans and reaches out as I back up.
I scream.
A hand reaches for mine, pulling me from the chaos and carnage, clapping another hand over my mouth to stop the screams that won’t silence on their own.
“I’ve got you Leigh.”
Looking up I smile through the tears that spill down my cheeks without my notice.
He’s here. My friend.
He pulls his hand away from my mouth as I nod my head at the question in his eyes. To scream again would cause unwanted attention.
I’m not safe, I never will be as long as I’m here, but he knows where to hide during these therapy sessions. He leads me away as he smiles and brushes the tears from my cheeks.
“It’s ok Leigh. No more tears.”
Returning the smile I’m thankful for my savior. He’s the only one I trust.
He squeezes my hand tighter as we run outside together, away from the tortured souls who haunt these facility halls. I think we’re safe until I hear the sound of low laughter.
It’s then I know we’re not alone . . .
Chapter 8
I wake up to the sound of my own screaming. I’m drenched in sweat and shivering, my tank clinging to my clammy skin as I force my breathing to calm. A nightmare. That’s all. No reason for me to feel so frightened. None of it was real.
“Leigh? You alright?”
Derek is standing in my doorway. Dev’s light snores trickle in from down the hall. He’s asleep, deep enough that he won’t hear what I’m about to do. I need a distraction . . . and Derek is the perfect way to distract my chaotic thoughts. I slip from between the sheets and stand, lifting my hand and curling up one finger to beckon him closer.
There’s a look of curiosity on his handsome face. “Leigh?”
Reaching for the bottom edge of my tank I lift slowly, higher and higher as I edge the damp material up my skin, grazing over my breasts and hardened nipples and finally up over my head. I fling it gently across the room as my lips curl up in a naughty grin. His eyes follow the movement of the tank and then suddenly lock on mine.
“Leigh,” he rasps, his voice strained. “Baby.”
He takes three steps into the room and stops, running his hand through his dark hair and tousling the thick strands. Desire resides all over his face in the low amber light. There’s a nightlight plugged into the bathroom and the door is wide open, casting enough shadows to add contours and mystery to our bodies but allowing us just enough light to read each other’s expressions.
My thumbs hook into the top of my bikini underwear on each side of my hips and inch the creamy lace down about half way before I hear Derek’s growl.
“I’ll do that.”
The material rests against my skin and I run my palms up my stomach until I reach my breasts and massage the round globes, my nipples erect from the thrill of excitement as it courses through my veins. Derek is in front of me so fast I barely blink. The heat of his body reaches me in scorching waves. He leans in close and lowers his head until his lips hover above my own. The air between us crackles. I lick my own in anticipation, savoring the moment when his lips will touch mine. He’s going to kiss me but he’s got something else in mind first. Shivering with desire as my thighs clench, I await his next words . . .
“Lay down on the bed Leigh,” he orders, “flat on your back, legs spread wide.”
I nearly moan with the havoc those words are playing on my senses and obey, climbing on the bed seductively on my hands and knees, ass up in the air, before I flip and lay down. My breath comes in quick frenzied gasps as I look up to find Derek standing at the edge of the bed, his thick cock in his hand as he pumps up and down along the shaft.
“Scoot to the edge baby.”
Biting my lip I squirm, nudging my bottom along the sheets until I’m there.
Derek’s eyes are hooded, dark with his arousal as he drops to his knees in front of me. “Touch yourself.”
I don’t have to be told twice. My hand skims across my stomach and lowers, dipping inside the pale lace, brushing over my mound and slipping inside my already slick folds. I’m swollen with lust and need already and nothing has happened yet. It’s the anticipation . . . like a drug I can feel the flash of heat break out across my body.
My back arches as my breath hitches in my throat.
“Don’t touch your clit, not yet baby but continue to play.”
Moaning lightly I pass my little nub without touching even though it’s begging for attention and slip a finger inside my heat. My hips arch upward as I stifle a needy groan. The single digit isn’t enough and I slide in another as Derek increases his rhythm. A grunt of approval mixed with pleasure passes his lips.
Closing my eyes I enjoy the feel of my plunging fingers, the delicious friction that increases my pleasure, caught unaware when I feel Derek’s hands close over mine and gently pull them away. His fingers lightly tug the lace down my hips and over my thighs, down my legs and off my feet as he tosses the material over his head. My eyes open and our gaze locks as he lowers his head between my thighs. I wonder what he’s going to think of my bare skin below. There’s not even a landing strip, not today.
From this angle I can’t see what he’s about to do but I hope he’s going to lick and suck me until I come. A girl can hope.
“Fuck Leigh,” he groans, “totally bare, just the way I imagined. You have the prettiest pussy baby, all pink and perfect. I have to know how you taste.”
As soon as the words leave his mouth I feel the first flick of his tongue as the heat from his breath blankets my skin and a shiver of delight erupts along my spine. My hips move involuntarily as he swipes his tongue upward, his long lean fingers spreading me wide open so he has better access.
“Derek,” I moan loudly, when two long fingers enter me, slowly pumping in and out as he licks and then nibbles on my clit. His teeth clamp down on the bud as it hardens, a jolt of ecstasy flashing like fire throughout my brain, searing my conscious mind until my thoughts scatter.
“You’re so tight around my fingers Leigh I can’t wait to feel you hugging my cock.”
Damn, the low timber of his voice vibrates against my clit and I’m buzzing with pleasure, arching my back and grinding my hips as he increases the frequency of his movements. I’m practically riding his face as my fingers grip his hair and my thighs fight the instinct to close around his head and clench.
Derek is licking, sucking, and nibbling with such expertise I feel the wave of my orgasm increasing faster than I would have thought possible. His tongue teases my entrance briefly as he withdraws his fingers, pulling me a little deeper into his mouth. I moan, undulating my hips, desperate to feel his heat. He pinches my clit and I jolt on the bed as the pain and pleasure mix, skyrocketing my heart rate as my moans grow louder.
I’m panting, crying out his name with little whimpers as I feel him slide his fingers back inside me. Twisting around and pressing upward, the pressure harder and more intense on my little hood as he finds my g-spot, circling and pressing into my clit, rubbing with a consistent and repetitive motion that has my hips bucking off the mattress, Derek brings me to the brink and leaves me teetering on the edge. I practically beg him to end my torment.
“I love your little moans Leigh. Say my name baby, tell me who is giving you such pleasure.”
“Oh God Derek, you!” I cry, thrusting upward as my thighs quiver, my release so close I grab the sheets next to me and clench my fists.
“I want to see your little pearl glisten as you come. Give me your honey baby. Come hard, my Leigh!”
At his order I shatter, my walls spasm and I come so hard that I practically wail, biting my lip as I taste blood. Wave after wave of pure bliss crashes over my body as I feel his tongue pushing inside me, ta
sting every drop of my release. It’s sexy as fuck.
Limp, I fall back against the sheets as he climbs on the bed and nestles between my thighs. The tip of his engorged cock rubs against my folds, slick from the combination of his tongue and my release, and then he’s thrusting gently inside me.
His body stills as he trembles, his voice deep and nearly a growl, “Tell me you want this Leigh or I pull out now.”
“I want it . . . you Derek. Please don’t stop.”
As soon as the words leave my lips he begins to move, long slow strokes as he leans down and his lips meet mine. I savor the kiss, the taste of my body lingering on his tongue, and the knowledge that he’s more amazing and skilled than I imagine was possible. I love the feel of him – the heat, the wide girth that stretches me enough to know I’m completely filled, and the way his hips roll seductively, moving with confidence in their ability.
“My Leigh,” he moans, thrusting harder, his body glistening in the low light with a fine sheen of sweat. I smell his cologne, his aftershave, the musky scent of his skin, and the masculinity of his desire as if his pheromones are speaking directly to mine. For a minute one of his hands stretches across the sheets to clench mine and squeezes tight as he lifts my palm to his lips and presses a gentle kiss in the center, before his hands are flat on the mattress, hips back to driving deeply into mine.
My fingers rise and drift along the toned muscles of his back, the strength undeniable as they move and ripple under his skin. I let my hands roam lower and cup his ass as he thrusts so hard and deep I’m moved along the mattress an inch or two. He grinds his pelvis into mine as he says my name, his hands moving to my thighs, pushing my knees up and outward as they nearly touch the sheets.
He’s reaching so deep . . . touching me in ways I’ve never been touched before, in all the buried caverns of my tortured mind and traitorous body, ready to taste my sins and pardon my lost soul in exchange for his dominance.
“Yes!” I cry out, meeting each thrust with enthusiasm, “Damn, that feels good.”
I sense him, his tainted aura as it seeks mine out and if I let him Derek can free the darkness within me. As our bodies merge I wonder briefly if its liberty I seek or confinement – to end up in the vilest abyss and end my days in the hallowed halls of my own personal hell.
One I’ve made. One I’ve cultivated.
Caged within my mind.
Derek smirks as he wipes the sweat from his brow, oblivious to the internal monologue trickling like raindrops in my brain, “You’re so tight and wet baby. I’m going to come soon.”
Our mutual moans echo in the room before he’s kissing me again, his tongue thrusting with the same momentum as his hips. His strokes increase as we cling to one another. His brow furrows in that sexy masculine way that lets me know he’s close as his dark eyes meet mine. The amber color deepens and swirls in his eyes, mesmerizing in its sorcery.
“Fuck Leigh, where do you want it?”
For some reason I’m not sure what to say. My mouth opens and shuts. I don’t answer.
“Leigh!” He cries and I feel him start to pull out but my legs lock around his waist as he erupts, coming hard as he grunts and then calls out my name, a moan of ecstasy on his lips. He thrusts several times and I know he’s spurting his load deep inside me. I should be pissed.
What the hell am I thinking?
I’m not, clearly. This is stupid but I don’t care. I want to keep him inside me as long as I can and for some strange reason I hug him tight and close as our rapid breathing and accelerated hearts begin to return to normal.
“Leigh, you just –”
Cutting him off, I press a sensual deep kiss against his lips. He takes the hint and rolls, pulls me into his chest, and continues to kiss me for several long minutes. When we break apart he searches my eyes, probably to see if I’m alright with what just happened between us and I am. Our bodies still joined, he cups my face in his hands, his voice thick with emotion as he whispers, “My Leigh. Baby, all mine.”
Normally I don’t do this obsessive or possessive shit but when he says the words I smile and lay my head over his heart, quiet, neither agreeing or disagreeing. Let him wonder. For now, I’m happily distracted and fully sated. I yawn as my eyes close and I drift asleep listening to the consistent and regular rhythm of Derek’s heart beating beneath my ear.
Chapter 9
“What the fuck is this?” An outraged voice bellows from the open doorway.
This is how we startle awake the next morning. Devon’s loud roar echoes into the room as I grab my pillow and place it over my head with a groan. “Go back to sleep Dev,” I mumble.
Derek shifts next to me and I feel his arm tighten the hold around my waist. I don’t think he’s planning on moving anytime soon. Fine with me. I want more sleep and he’s nice and warm.
“I said, what the fuck is this? Get up Leigh. Now!” He orders in that overprotective brother voice that lets me know two things. One, he’s completely serious. Two, he’s super pissed.
Sighing softly I toss the pillow aside as I sit up, grabbing the sheet so my brother doesn’t catch a glimpse of my tits. I’m fully nude next to Derek and I doubt he has any clothes on either. Dev’s eyes roam the room and I can tell he realizes this at the exact same moment a naughty grin appears on my face.
“Fuck Leigh? Really? Are you serious? And with him?”
“Hey,” Derek protests sleepily as he tries to pull me back down on the bed, “I don’t want to get up yet.” He ignores Dev entirely.
My brother turns a nasty shade of red and I can almost see the steam coming off the top of his head. In order to calm him down I raise a hand and nod, “Alright Dev. Can we have a few minutes to get dressed and shower before we join you?”
“Fine,” he growls. “If you’re not out there in twenty minutes I’ll come back and drag you out naked if I need to.” He turns on his heel and stalks away, mumbling under his breath, “Fucking Derek.”
“I’ll go start the shower,” I offer and start to slip from the bed when Derek snatches my wrist.
“Wait a sec. Are we gonna talk about last night before we face the firing squad?”
Shrugging, I don’t see the point. “What’s there to talk about?”
“Leigh, look at me. Please.”
Guiltily, I turn to face him. “Yeah?”
“Tell me what you’re thinking.”
Pulling a Harleigh classic I avoid the subject and deflect. “He’s waiting.”
Derek yanks me closer until I’m flush against his bare chest, my eyes forced to meet his frustrated gaze. “Dev can wait. I don’t give a fuck. You held me in your arms last night, locked your legs around my waist, and I filled you with my load Leigh. This is serious dammit.”
Trying to ignore the dark slightly curled hairs on his chest and the way they scratch across my breasts, I nearly moan with the delicious coarse friction that sends a wave of heat straight to my vagina. Greedy bitch. She remembers last night and wants a repeat, deciding this is the moment she wants to gush a little fluid between my thighs in excitement. “Afraid I trapped you with some baby making scheme? I assure you,” I smirk, “the last thing I want is to get knocked up. I’m too fucked up to ever become a mother.”
He sighs, “That’s ridiculous and you know it.”
“Why do you care?” I try to pull from his grip but his fingers tighten their hold. My first instinct is to lean into his touch and admit how much I enjoyed last night. What if he thinks the sex was more than a hook-up? What if he thinks it was less? Since when do I give a shit? “It’s not like this was anything but sex for us both.”
He releases me so fast that I fall backward against the sheets. “You’re right.” The venom in his voice is so harsh I cringe.
“What do you want from me Derek?”
There’s no answer.
He’s in the bathroom, stepping into the shower before I have a chance to collect my thoughts. Pushing him away was a necessity. I’m not one for
candy and flowers and pretty perfect moments of cuddling and sharing. I don’t divulge my feelings to others, especially to men.
Why does he make me want to change that?
I must have sat there thinking about his words longer than I thought. He exits the bathroom in a towel and walks straight to the dresser on the far wall, pulling out clothes as he dresses in a hurry. It’s not hard to tell he’s pissed by the way he’s throwing shit around and yanking on his shirt but I don’t say a word.
He’s nearly to the door when he abruptly turns and stalks toward the bed quickly, the raw need and anger in his eyes holds me hostage with the ferocity. Derek snatches my wrists and pushes me up against the wall next to the bed, a sneer on his face as he states coldly, “Sooner or later you’re gonna have to let those walls down Leigh . . . and when you do I pity the revelation and toll the truth will have on you. No man will wait forever and none would want to. I’m not playing your games.”
He lets go and storms from the room as tears of frustration and surprise spring to my eyes.
It’s nearly twenty minutes later when I sit down in the kitchen next to Dev and reach for the plate of breakfast sitting on the table. I pick up a fork, ready to take a bite of the omelet in front of me when Derek scoots the plate in his direction and begins to eat, ignoring me completely.
“There’s more eggs and turkey bacon, veggies and onions if you want to make an omelet,” Dev interjects, glancing between me and Derek, “Or I can make you one sis.”
“No thanks,” I mutter, and set the fork down, “I’m not hungry.”
“You sure?”
“Absolutely.” The word is forced through my clenched jaw.
Dev leans back and sighs, “What happened last night?”
Derek snorts and wipes his mouth, shoving the empty plate aside. “Ask her. I clearly don’t have it right.”
Squaring my shoulders I channel my inner snarky bitch. He wants to act all pissed and hurt or something, let him. We’re grown ass adults who had amazing sex. Nothing more.
