Page 32 of Apathy
“Holy fucking shit.” I started moving my hips, crazy with need and desire.
“That’s it. Use my fingers.”
And I did. I swiveled my hips while he held his fingers there, at the same time kissing me, biting me, leaving his marks over my body. He suddenly started moving, quickening the pace of his fingers, and as the familiar burn started, I started moving more, seeking more, asking for the release.
“Do you want to come, Skylar?” His eyes flashed with unspoken desire as he asked. The midnight blue was barely visible from his enlarged irises.
“Yes!” I screamed.
He slowed down, grinning the entire time. “Yes, what?”
“Yes, please.”
“Good girl.” His words registered in my brain, but I was too far gone to care about anything else but the friction of his fingers over my clit and inside my body. I needed more, more, more, and as if reading my mind, he pressed harder on my clit, and entered me with a third finger.
He stretched me wide, pain swirling in my brain with pleasure, and I was—
“Oh. My. God. Ash!”
“Shhh.” He pressed his forehead to mine. “We don’t want your brother to know what a dirty girl you are.”
“Please. I’m begging you.” My entire body was trembling, preparing for the eruption.
He brushed against the same spot again, and the moan erupted from my chest, caught by his lips. He devoured me, ate me alive, and I allowed it because this was better than what I did to myself last night. This high was better than what drugs could ever give me.
In and out, his fingers kept pummeling. When my eyes started rolling to the back of my head, he increased the pressure, until the sweet eruption I was chasing tore through my body, shaking me from head to toe. He kissed me, catching the moans threatening to spill over my lips, muffling them as I shook in his hands.
“Skylar?” Dylan’s voice suddenly echoed around the room, as he started knocking on the door. “Why is the door locked?” he asked, and I threw an accusatory look at Ash.
He smiled as he removed his hand from me and licked his fingers.
“He doesn’t know you’re here?” I whispered, afraid that Dylan would hear us.
“Skylar?” Dylan knocked again. “Is everything okay in there?”
“Y-Yeah,” I croaked. “I just had a shower. Give me a second.”
Silence and then, “Breakfast is ready. Just hurry up.”
“Will do!” I answered, trying to calm my racing heart.
I turned to Ash who took a step back and sat on my bed.
“What the fuck, Ash?” I tightened the towel around my body, suddenly feeling shy in his presence. “How did you get up here?”
“Balcony.” He pointed to the open door, leading to my balcony. “I must say, I like this whole hide-and-seek.”
“There’s no hide-and-seek, you asshole.” I walked to the sliding door leading to the balcony, remembering that it had definitely been closed before I went to the bathroom. He was suddenly behind me, leaving a blazing inferno on my skin as his fingers traced the path from my shoulder to my hand.
“No? Then why don’t we go downstairs, and I could have breakfast with you and your brother.”
“Ash.” My voice shook. “You need to go.”
“And what if I don’t want to?” he asked, turning me around. “What if I want to play?”
“Ash—”
He lowered his head, pressing his lips against my pulse. “What.”Kiss. “If.”Bite. “I want to.”Suck. “Stay here with you?”
