Taint

  The pressure in my chest and throat rage on like rising bile, and I work to strip off my clothing, desperate to wash away the remains of her on my body. The water in the shower is hot, but I don’t feel it. I don’t feel anything, yet everything all at once, emotion and sensation overwhelming me to the point of numbing pain. It’s all too much to digest, all too much to keep perfectly contained under my cloak of detachment. I’m failing at the one thing I’ve always done so well—not giving a fuck.

  I taste salt in the water that sprays over my face, as another broken sound heaves from my throat. I lean up against the shower wall to prepare to be sick, although the discord isn’t in my stomach. I slam my fist against the slickened tile and choke out a frustrated curse. I need relief. I’m breaking from the inside out, and if I don’t purge this sickness from my body, it’ll consume me like a cancer.

  I run my fingers over my length and watch through blurry eyes as it awakens at my command. It hardens almost instantly, and I exhale with relief at the first stroke of my hand. It feels good, almost good enough to eclipse the pressure in other regions of my body. Eager to chase that feeling, I cup my heavy balls with my other hand and a deep, throaty moan escapes me. I close my eyes and give myself over to pleasure and nothing else.

  My strokes grow urgent and desperate, and I pant loudly with painful exertion. I feel relief closing in, shooting from the base of my spine and infecting my muscles with white heat. Sensation prickles my thighs and crawls its way to my groin. It sinks into my balls and tightens into a hot, throbbing knot, stealing every ounce of strength from my body in preparation for release.

  Just a couple more strokes and I’ll be free. I’ll be emancipated from whatever bullshit feelings I ever had for Ally. Everything we had will soon be washed away down the drain until it’s dissolved into nothing.

  If I hadn’t been so consumed with the feel of my hand squeezing this affliction from my cock, I would have known I wasn’t alone. I would have at least sensed movement on the other side of the shower door. I would have felt those cerulean eyes on me, my most vulnerable moments on display through the frosted glass. And I would have anticipated the cool air hitting my bare back as the door slides open behind me.

  I BITE BACK the groan on my tongue and open my swollen eyes, but I don’t turn around to face my intruder. I know she’s there, but I can’t let her see me like this—eyes reddened with tears and dick hard and throbbing in my hand. She already sees me as a savage—someone to corrupt her perfect, little existence and replace it with something wild and deviant. Maybe I am. Maybe I really am the villain in this. It wouldn’t be the first time.

  The door slides closed, and I sigh with relief and exasperation. She’s seen what she needs to see. She’ll go back to Evan, realizing that her place was with him the entire time. And me… I was just a placeholder.

  Warm hands wrap around my waist, and I flinch at the unexpected feel of soft skin, such a contrast from my own. I look down at her delicate hands on my stomach as Ally runs her fingers over my abs. I want to ask her what she’s doing, but I’m too afraid she’ll stop. I just want her to touch me, even if it is a lie.

  Her hands sink further, and I jerk when she wraps a palm around my still-hardened length, swollen from lingering on the brink of release. “Ally,” I groan through a sob. I can’t tell if it’s out of pleasure or pain.

  “Shhh,” she whispers, her lips on my skin. “Just let me do this. Please.”

  She kisses my back as her hand slowly strokes my dick. It pulses wildly under her fingertips, excitement and anticipation running through the rigid veins. Her fingers caress the tip before she twists her wrist and takes it all into her hand, squeezing with perfect pressure. With the warmth of her skin gripping my blistering heat, the slickness of the hot water, and her lips trailing kisses on my back, I’m drowning in sensation.

  She feels so good here, touching me, exploring the most intimate parts of me. With her hand still fucking me, her other reaches around to cup my balls. She twists her hand around my dick with each stroke, and then gently pulls with the other. Stroke, pull, stroke, pull. It’s not painful, but the mix of sensations is driving me insane. The rotating grip of her hand on my dick makes me want to come, spurting my seed all over the shower wall. Yet, the gentle pulling at my base forces me to hold back, prolonging the intense pleasure.

  I’m fucking astounded.

  The need to touch her, to kiss her, becomes overwhelming, and I reluctantly turn around to face her. I watch those eyes grow wide with wonder as she takes in my naked body, my dick standing tall and proud. It brushes the middle of her belly, still covered by her dress, now soaked completely through. It clings to her wet body like a second skin, and her auburn hair sticks haphazardly to her face and neck.

  “Justice…” she whispers, her gaze taking in every inch of my frame. Her lips tremble, either from fear or from being wet and cold. “You’re…you’re beautiful.”

  I wrap her in my arms, and the moment my lips touch hers, I feel revived. I hadn’t breathed since she walked away from me the night before. I didn’t know I was a dying man until I had her life on me– in me –tasting of hope and forgiveness. She winds her arms around my neck, and my hands make work of stripping off her soaked clothing, eager to feel her skin slipping against mine. I push her up against the shower wall and pull away just long enough to whip her dress over her head. Her bra is next, and the tiny scrap of lace that is her panties, quickly follows.

  I know I should go slow and take my time with her; I may not get another chance to kiss an angel again. But with the taste of Ally on my tongue, and her soft, smooth skin pressed against mine, sharing my heat, I can’t even think about stopping now.

  Reading my mind, she wraps her leg around my thigh, and we’re right back to where we were nearly 24 hours ago—me between her legs and her ankles locked at my waist. Yet without the barrier of our clothes, my dick slides right against her soft slit. All I have to do is bend my knees a bit and thrust, and I’ll be inside her.

  As badly as I want to be buried balls deep within her walls, I want to make this last. I want Ally to remember this moment forever, even if it is a fluke. Even if I never touch heaven again. I want her to remember that I commanded her body like no one else, and gave her what she craves. What she’s never been given before.

  With her riding my waist, I suck a pebbled nipple into my mouth, while plucking the other with my fingers. Ally gasps loudly and digs her short fingernails into my shoulders. My other hand holds her up by her bare ass, and I let it slip down further, finding her wet entrance. With my dick rubbing rhythmically against her clit, I insert the tip of a finger inside her pussy, causing her to cry out. She’s tight, yet I feel her throbbing, begging for me. I push in further and begin to finger-fuck her slowly, still teasing her clit with my cock while laving her breasts with my tongue.

  I’m an excellent multi-tasker.

  When I push in a second finger, I feel her walls quiver, approaching orgasm. She pants wildly, moaning, scratching at my hair and shoulders. I pick up the pace of my hips and fingers, and suck and nibble her nipples even harder.

  “Wait, wait, oh God,” she whines.

  “What?” I answer against her puckered nipple. I slow down, but I don’t stop. I couldn’t stop even if I tried.

  “Something’s wrong with me. I feel weird. Oh…no…it’s too strong…oh.”

  I resume my rhythm and smile slyly against her heated skin. “Nothing’s wrong. You’re coming, baby. You’re coming for me.”

  I press the tip of my dick directly on her clit and hold it, and her snug pussy pulses out of control. With a strangled cry, Ally’s body goes rigid, before a flood of her wetness completely drenches my fingers and collects in my palm. I ride out the waves of her orgasm, easing the friction on her clit and letting my mouth trail up to hers to kiss her deeply, swallowing her little mewls of pleasure.

  She pulls her lips from mine, her face flush and eyes sleepy. “I saw colors. So many colo
rs popping, glittering my sky.” Ally smiles, and light touches every cold, empty space within me. “Fireworks.”

  I slip my fingers from her still-shivering sex and put them in my mouth, savoring her taste before the water can wash it away. “I’m not done with you yet.”

  With her still in my arms, I turn off the water and slide open the shower door. She squeals and laughs when the cold air hits us, burying her wet face into the crook of my neck. I laugh right along with her as I awkwardly make my way into the bedroom, dick still rock hard, and her tight frame wrapped around me like a spider monkey. We flop onto the bed, dripping wet, and I pull the covers over us as I nestle between her thighs.

  “Justice, I just want to say I’m-”

  I place a finger over her lips before she can finish. “Shhhh. Don’t. It’s me who should apologize. But not now. I don’t want to think about anything else but this. Nothing else but your body and what I plan to do to it for the rest of the night.”

  She kisses my finger and grasps my hand to slide the tip of the digit between her lips, nipping at it playfully. “Do your worst, Drake.”

  I kiss her deeply, consuming every bit of her mouth. She wraps her arms and legs around me, and my dick slips between her folds, my swollen head nudging her wet slit. I rock my hips back and forth, reigniting that delicious friction from the shower, and Ally moans against my tongue.

  “Oh God, put it in. Put it in, please,” she whines.

  “Put what in, sweetheart?” I smirk, looking down at her hungry expression.

  “It.”

  “It?” I shake my head and press in a little further, my tip right at her entrance. “What’s It, Ally? If you want it, you have to say it.”

  She squeezes her eyes tight, and a beautiful flush paints her cheeks. “Your cock. I want your cock in me. Please.”

  Gritting my teeth, I drive into her—probably harder and faster than I should have—but shit, I’m as anxious as she is. Ally’s eyes pop open with shock and her lips round into an O. A strangled cry gets stuck in the back of her throat.

  “This?” I pant, the feeling of her tight body enveloping mine almost too much take. “Is this what you were referring to?”

  She nods her head frantically, trying to swallow a whine. “Yes. Yes. Now shut up…and fuck me.”

  The words ring in my head like a sweet melody, as if Ally’s just opened Pandora’s box and unleashed every lustful desire within me. I pull out to the tip and push back into her, feeling the tightness quiver and stretch for me.

  God, she feels good. Too good. So good that every nerve ending within me is flashing bright red, signaling me to stop. I pull out quickly, before the feel of her dissolves every ounce of common sense I have left.

  “What?” she rasps, an almost pained look on her face.

  “Fuck,” I grit in frustration. I reach over to the nightstand and retrieve a condom from the top drawer. Ally’s eyes grow large at the sight of the little shiny package.

  “Oh,” she whispers, trying to look at anything but me, as I tear it open.

  “Yeah.” I slip out the latex and position it over the head of my dick, still glistening with her sweetness.

  “Wait.” Ally’s hand is over mine, pulling the condom away. “Wait. You don’t have to… you don’t have to use it. I trust you. And I hope…I hope you trust me too.”

  I sit back on my heels so I can assess her face clearly. “I do. I trust you, but…” Fuck. How do I say that it’s Evan that I don’t trust? That I shouldn’t do this because of his sketchy-ass habits?

  “We always use condoms,” she says, reading my mind. “Always. I don’t trust him. But…Justice, I trust you.”

  I toss the condom aside, not giving a fuck where it lands, and lie back over Ally’s body, hungrily sucking her tongue, while I slowly push my cock into her. She hums her appreciation, smiling against my lips, as I rock my pelvis upwards, ensuring that I graze that sweet spot. She works her own hips with mine, meeting me thrust for thrust, sucking me deeper into her.

  Why is she here? I wonder to myself as I slide my hand under her ass, leveling it so she can take all of me.

  I mean, I’m glad as fuck that she came, but Ally has no business being here at Oasis. There’s nothing wrong with her. Not a goddamn thing. The way she moans and mewls, while kneading and scratching my back; the way her soft thighs squeeze my waist, telling me to go deeper; the way her body moves perfectly with mine, as if we were made to do this. As if it was specifically designed to meld with mine… Ally doesn’t need any help on how to be a good lover. She already is. She’s already more than I could ever hope for. And part of me always knew she would be.

  Fire licks up my thighs and ignites embers at the base of my balls, and I know that all sense of control will be relinquished inside her walls soon enough. Her pussy begins to quiver, coaxing that ball of fire from me. I feel her getting wetter for me, ready to extinguish my fire with her own flood of surrender.

  One hand under her ass, and the other reaching down to rub her clit, I pick up the pace of my thrusts, eager to drown in her warm waters. Ally cries in ecstasy, and her fingers find her breasts where she begins to squeeze and pinch. I lean over and suck a hardened nipple into my mouth, then lick the other as Ally presses them together, offering them to my tongue and teeth.

  I fuck her entire body, submerging her in sensation. She’s hoarse from moaning, screaming my name. Chanting how good I fucking feel. How deep I am. How she wants me to keep going and never stop. Never, ever fucking stop or I-will-fucking-die-please-oh-please-don’t-stop.

  Her back arches off the bed until only her shoulders remain on the mattress, and I feel her explode from the inside out. Her eyes are shut tight and her mouth is open, but no sound comes out.

  “Yeah, that’s right baby,” I say gruffly, still pushing inside her. “Keep going. Keep coming for me.”

  She’s gorgeous. Savagely beautiful. I just want to watch her fall apart over and over again until she’s too numb to move. But watching her so vulnerable and wild while her insides tremble around my dick, has my own orgasm seizing my spine. I want to slow my thrusts, but it’s already too late. My back is tight, and my fingers are gripping her hips, driving into her one last time. I crawl as deep inside Ally as I possibly can, singeing her womb with my hot seed. Marking her pussy so there’s no denying that, not only have I been here, I possessed it.

  I collapse on top of her, exhaustion covering me like a heavy cloak. Only my shaky elbows keep me from crushing her petite frame.

  “What lesson was that?” she asks, a sleepy grin on her lips. I kiss them, tasting the sun.

  “No lesson, baby. Something that damn incredible can’t be taught.”

  “COKE OR PEPSI?”

  “Coke.”

  “Pepperoni or Sausage?”

  “Pepperoni.”

  “Action movies or comedy?”

  “Is there a point to this?”

  “We should talk. I like getting to know you. So answer the question, Secret Squirrel.”

  “Action. Now shut up so I can feed you.”

  I slide the cold spoon between her lips, and she licks it clean of every bit of ice cream. “Mmmmm. Figures you’d pick Action.”

  I steal a bite for myself, the icy treat tasting even better after working Ally’s body like her own erotic personal trainer. “Why’s that?”

  She props her elbow up on the pillow and turns her naked body towards mine. My eyes zero in on her perfect breasts lolling to one side and resting on my shoulder. “Well, considering you have the name of a superhero and all…”

  “Superhero?”

  “Never fear! Justice Drake is here!” she announces in a corny timber, pumping her fist in the air. “Ready to slay the villains of Scottsdale with double-headed dongs and acid lube lasers!”

  We both laugh until tears form at the creases of our eyes. Until snickers taper off into soft mewls and touches. Then we’re chest-to-chest, skin-to-skin, and I’m devouring her mouth, the ic
e cream forgotten. Ally parts her thighs for me, and I roll my body on top of hers, cradling her face so I can kiss her deeper.

  “I’m never going to get used to this, am I?” she remarks, as I gently suck the skin under her chin.

  “Do you want to?” I ask, before licking a trail from her neck to the space between her breasts.

  “No. I want this excitement, this newness and fun…I want it to always be like this.”

  Can it?

  The question is right there on my tongue, but I smother it with Ally’s puckered nipple, making her moan my name. All the questions and consequences will have to wait. None of it matters when she’s in my arms. And I don’t even know how long that can last.

  “Hey,” she says, letting her fingers slide up the back of my neck to grab a handful of my hair. “You’re trying to distract me from the task at hand.”

  I let my palm drift over her stomach until it’s cupping her swollen mound. “I thought this was the task at hand.”

  “Ooooh, good point.”

  I flick her clit gently, knowing that she’s still sore and sensitive, while I scoot my body down further to position her thighs on my shoulders. When I replace my fingers with my tongue, Ally makes a garbled sound that resembles a cursed growl.

  “What’s that, babe?” I ask, her clit on my lips. I take it between my teeth, just barely nipping it. “I couldn’t hear you.”

  “Fuck you,” she whispers through a moan.

  I suck her flesh harder before flicking my tongue over it to ease the sting. “Oh, such a filthy mouth, Allison. Maybe I should fill it with something so you can’t say such naughty things to me.”

  She gasps, as I insert a finger into her and resume licking her clit. “Don’t you dare stop. Unless you want your head to be permanently dented from my thighs squeezing it like a walnut.”

  “But I thought you wanted to talk, baby?” I insert another finger and fuck her with them hard and fast for only a few seconds before removing them. “I shouldn’t do this. We should talk.”