Kid

She slowly backs away from me, sinking down between my legs as her hands find the button to my jeans. Her eyes narrow in on me as she pops the button, pulling them open and unzipping them at a tantalizing pace.

I swallow, adjusting my hips some as she shrugs my pants down.

“You don’t have to do this,” I say, placing my hand on top of hers, stalling her movements.

I’m not even sure who I am anymore. Kid is declining head.

I just get the feeling that today is about her, it belongs to her, and by having her doing this, I’m somehow taking away from that. I don’t ever want her to feel like she has to do this, but by the look in her eyes, she’s not taking no for an answer.

“Don’t ever do that,” she begins with a scowl. “Not around me. I want you cumming every chance you get.” Her scowl slowly slides into a nasty little grin that makes my balls ache. “Do you understand me?” she asks, cocking her head slightly, repeating my entire mantra.

I lift my hands in the hair, nodding profusely. “Yes, ma’am.”

She reaches her little hand into my pants and wraps her fingers around my erection, pulling it out. Instantly, my mouth drops open.

She flutters her lashes before looking up at me, toying with me. I lick my lips, getting more comfortable as she brings the head of my cock to her mouth.

“I forgot how big you are.” She smirks.

I watch her as she drags her flat tongue along the underside of my shaft, the tongue ring rolling up the length with the perfect force.

“Ho-shit,” I groan, dropping my head back against the couch, then popping it right back up to watch her.

She swirls her tongue along my tip, lapping up the precum that’s escaping me before taking me into her mouth. She slides her mouth halfway down my shaft, coating it with her saliva as I fall back further into the seat of the couch.

Her hands massage the base of me in achingly slow strokes while she works on taking me to the back of her throat.

“Goddammit Han,” I groan, grabbing onto her hair, then pulling away.

“No, do that…but wait.” She pauses, sitting back on her heels as she pulls a hairband off her wrist and starts pulling her hair up into a ponytail at the top of her head.

I watch her with curiosity.

“A handlebar.” She smiles.

This woman here.

I wince a little at the idea. I don’t want to degrade the woman I think more highly of than anyone else I’ve messed around with. With Tarah, sure, even with blondie in the bathroom, yeah. I would’ve grabbed hold of her handlebar and plowed her face into my pelvis again and again until I erupted deep down into her esophagus. But this—it feels different.

Before I can overthink things more, she begins her descent down my shaft again. I watch her with my mouth open as her beautiful, sweet, pink lips wrap around me and have my cock pulsating and ready to blow.

She takes me to her throat, gagging on me as she attempts to push the limits. Her hands slip their way to my thighs, her nails raking down slowly as she takes me with no hands. I thrust my hips up, unable to control the building sensation that has me on the edge of the best head of my life.

“Fuck, I’m about to drown you in cum,” I say, pulling her head back gently, not wanting to hurt her.

Her swollen lips making a pop noise as I pull her off my cock, and it’s the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever heard. She looks up at me, confused.

“I need to be inside you again,” I explain.

I need to do this again. I feel cheated of the memory of last time. Not that it wasn’t amazing, and the sensations didn’t pull me under, but everything that happened on LSD night was so overwhelming. I don’t remember the physical act of sex with Han as vividly as I’d like to. As I need to.

She grins and nods, grabbing for my jeans. My pants come down and I kick my remaining clothes off as she straddles me against the couch again, my hands slowly grazing up her silky soft thighs, running the length of her tattoo.

“What’s your real name, Kid?” She looks into my eyes, searching for me as she asks, almost needing to know before we do what we’re about to do.

It doesn’t make sense to me. We’ve had sex before. But today, today it’s different, and she’s feeling it too. I want her to finally sink.

Today I want to drown in her. Sink down beneath her surface and fucking drown in everything that she is. I want her in my lungs, in my veins, in my soul. I need her to end me in all the ways imaginable so I can live in her dark, impenetrable hell.

“Kai,” I whisper my answer, looking back and forth between her eyes for a reaction.

She blinks, her pouty lips slightly parted as she kneels above me.

“Kai,” she whispers back, licking her lips as her eyes stare down into mine. My name has never sounded so good. I want to hear her raspy, sweet little voice moan it again and again until the end of time. “That’s so fucking hot.”

I can’t contain the grin that pulls at my lip.

“Condom?” she asks.

My brows lower and my grin slips.

“Do you mean do I want one? Do I have one? What are you asking me?” I ask frantically.

A smile breaks across her face as she sticks her tongue against the front of her teeth playfully.

“Because I’d love to just stick it in. Like just the tip. Just for a second,” My humorous face lights up with a huge cheesy grin. “C’mon, just the tip. Promise it’ll stop there.”

She laughs at my abashed behavior, knowing I’m just playing around with her. Safe sex is important, even to me.

“Hell no, cause it won’t,” she says chuckling, reaching around the couch and grabbing for something from the window sill.

I turn my head, following her hand, seeing a condom.

“Why do you have condoms on your windowsill?” I ask, the confusion set on my face.

“Cause I like to ride, and this is my sex couch,” she says with a straight face.

I think I heard my heart just crunch like one of these dead plants is in my chest.

“Chill, Kai.” Her face breaks into a mischievous grin as her tongue runs along her teeth playfully. “Everyone looks in the nightstand, no one checks the window sill. It was the perfect alternative.”

My eyebrows raise as I blink slowly, shaking my head. This girl is the strangest, most exhilarating, most random person I’ve ever met. She lives in a world of her own.

Ripping the condom open with her teeth, she takes it out, placing it on the tip of my dick between us.

I suck in a breath at the contact. She begins slowly rolling it down as we stare at each other, our dilated eyes matching in the sexiest, most fucked up way.

It feels so good, her hand on me. Something as simple as her rolling a condom down onto my erection has my mouth open and a breath slipping between my lips like a bitch.

“You’re here,” she whispers, hovering above me now. “You came.”

Her words pour out in disbelief. It’s such a random time to be having this conversation, considering the fact that she’s currently pushing the tip of my dick into her as she slides her way down my thickness, leaving me damn near unable to think about anything but the insurmountable pleasure.

“Of course I did,” I whisper before wincing. “I couldn’t—” I hiss as she sinks down, slowly taking all of me into her. “I couldn’t not.”

She feels amazing. So warm. So wet. Squeezing my dick so tightly in her sweet spot.

“I hate it,” she moans softly, lifting slightly, then sinking back down onto me again. “I hate that you couldn’t not.”

She dips down, swallowing my thickness in her slick walls, the pleasure rippling through me.

Shit, she’s destroying me. Everything I thought I knew is gone. I don’t know anything about the world. Things that used to matter don’t seem to exist. The only thing is this moment. With her. It’s fucking destroying me.

“Oh, Kai,” she moans loudly as she grinds down on me. “I love fucking you.”

“Ah, fuck,” I groan, gripping the meaty flesh near her hips roughly, holding her in place. “Stop. Stop moving.”

The rate at which my heart is racing could either be from the coke or from the fact that I’m starting to seriously fall for this woman on top of me. I don’t know what to do with it. She needs to stop talking while moving. I’m feeling too much, the drugs, the emotions, the connection, all at once.

She pauses with me inside her. Cupping her hands around my neck, she lifts my chin with her fingers. Her eyes silently study mine, and I feel like she can read me, reading into this.

“It’s sex, Kai.” She moves again. “Enjoy how we feel together.”

Before I can get it through my thick skull that she’s equating this to nothing but sex and sex alone, she pulls my bottom lip between her teeth, shutting off any thoughts I could possibly have. I groan as she slowly begins picking up speed.

“You feel best, better than anything.” I hiss, feeling her get wetter with each dip of her bottom to the top of my thighs. “I’m fucking addicted. I’m addicted to you, Han.”

She’s the gateway drug to a lifetime of addictions, not of this world. Her drug is the kind that you overdose on, knowing you’ll never be the same again after her. She enlightens in the way that you can only hope to hold on to the ignorance of not knowing her, because life after her will crush the deepest part of the soul you deny owning.

She lets out a breathy moan, her hands rubbing down my chest, feeling all the way down to the place we’re connected and back up again as her bounces become more powerful. Her fingers wrap around my neck again, her breaths becoming frantic as she holds on, riding me like a professional bull rider rides an unruly bull. She’s owning the fuck out of me.

Leaning forward, she kisses me again, tongue searching for mine between my lips. She’s in control and I’m following her lead. She sucks on my bottom lip again before literally sinking her teeth into it. I taste the iron of the blood in my mouth as I feel her teeth pierce through my skin.

“Ah, shi—”

I’m sick, I fucking love it. I want more. More pain. The pain mixed with the pleasure. It grounds me like nothing else. I grab a fistful of hair, pulling her head back away from me, exposing her neck and chest as I lift my hips to pound up into her, my lip curling up. I hiss through my teeth as the need to fuck her harder comes over me.

My other hand grabs her breast, the one with the nipple ring. I pull on it between my fingers as she cries out in pleasure. She likes the pain mixed with pleasure the same way I do, needing it to remind us which dimension we’re in.

“Take it,” she demands, her eyes screwed closed. “Take it all from me.”

My eyes narrow at the comment, and I’m glad she can’t see my face. What she’s referring to is something I’m entirely too aware of. It pains me to know she needs me in this way, almost using me in a sense. Am I really just another one of these dried up plants to her? A distraction from the deep hurt within her? I want to be more than just a fucking distraction.

It pisses me off.

I pick her up, standing as we’re still connected, setting her down flat on her back against the seat of the couch. It’s my turn to take control of this situation. I’m not one to be walked on or used. At least, not by her anyway.

“Kai?” she asks against my lips.

“Shut up Han.” I repeat the phrase she used earlier. “Just please, shut up.”

She stares up at me, a hint of a grin on her swollen and used lips.

I position myself above her, lifting one of her legs up onto my shoulder by my neck. Fuck, she’s flexible.

Sliding back into her, I drop my forehead against hers and we both moan at the sensation of fitting together again. It’s so good. Too good. I’m so fucked. I’m drunk and high on Han. This feeling, these emotions. My world is spinning.

I drop my head to the crook of her neck near her collarbone as she rakes her fingernails down my back; the feeling driving me insane. She’s a wild animal, feminine in nature, fiercely independent, yet still needing a man in the most primal way. I slide deep into her, stilling as she gasps at the force. I find her shoulder, sinking my teeth into her soft skin. She cries out as I brand her with bruises. The spot is red from the sharp bite, so I lick it and soothe it with my kiss.

“Damn, Kai,” she moans as we connect eyes again. “You’re so wrong for me.”

I feel it. I don’t like that I feel it. Her words drive me insane with the inability to awaken her to her own feelings. I’m too right for you.

The pace increases as the thrusts become harder and faster. She screams out with every thrust, reaching her arm above her to brace herself as I fuck her up into the armrest. The couch moves along the floor, bumping into the end table nearby, crashing into it as the tray of coke falls onto the floor. I look up for a split second and Han takes the opportunity to roll me off the edge of the couch and onto the floor.

“What the—”

She wastes no time, straddling my lap again, finding the head of my cock and pushing it back into her. My eyes roll back into my head as she slides herself back down my shaft again, swallowing my length. Her finger goes to her lips as her mouth opens, sucking the length of it. I’m watching her in amazement, not sure where she’s going to strike next, but what’s clear is she’s back in control.

She reaches above my head on the floor, her nipple directly above my lips. I suck it into my mouth, biting down on it firmly between my teeth. I’m angry with the switch in roles. She moans in approval as I bite her soft flesh, rolling her hips against me, gripping my cock deep inside her warm, wet walls.

Sitting back up on me again, she brings her white, coke coated finger to my lips, pushing it into my mouth and rubbing it slowly over my gums before placing it on my tongue. I suck on her finger while I fuck her, dragging my teeth as she slowly drags it out. The look on her face, fucking magnificent.

Sex and fucking drugs.

She takes my hand, bringing it to her lips before she sucks on the two fingers that were previously inside her, staring at me while she does it, the sight sending me into overdrive. Removing the fingers, she guides my hand to the spilled coke above my head, coating them with the substance before rubbing my fingers all over the insides of her mouth. She sucks my fingers as she fucks the shit out of me on the floor. I’ve never been so turned on in all of my life.

We’re so bad for each other, that much is certain. But it’s so good. Deeper and deeper we go, down the rabbit hole, until we’re both lost in our own demise. No one here can save anyone because no one here wants to be saved. We want to live in the danger and destruction around us because it’s the only thing that makes us feel alive.

“Kai,” she moans, her lids heavy with lust. “I think I’m going to come.”

I bite down on my bottom lip at her words, wishing I could hear that phrase every day for the rest of my life.

“Come for me. Fuck, come all over me, Han,” I groan, thrusting into her heat, loving the way it’s making her fall apart.

I reach up, wrapping my hands firmly around her tattoo covered throat, using it as an anchor as I drive my hips up into her. My mouth drops open as I try to keep my eyes centered on her, the ability to keep them focused becoming a challenge as I near my own release.

“Ah! God!” she screams, her fingers clutching and clawing at my chest. “Yes!”

I feel her tighten around me as her legs lock up, her eyes sealing shut while she continues crying out, completely letting go around me, leaning into my hands as I tighten around her neck.

It’s the most beautiful fucking thing I’ve ever witnessed. Her eyes open and lock onto mine as she continues convulsing around me.

She’s everything that a woman should be. Sensual, sexual, seductive, overtly beautiful in her own right, but dangerous as all hell. She’s my destruction. She’s going to tear me the fuck apart, and I’ve never been more unprepared.

So caught up in the emotion, I realize I still haven’t come. She melts onto me, falling on top of my chest. Our skin on fire for one another. Turning her to face me, I kiss her sweet lips, grabbing a handful on her perfectly round ass, and drive incessantly into her.

A few strokes later and I’m losing it, releasing myself into the condom with a few throaty groans, breaking the kiss to try to breathe through it. She watches my face intently as I let go into her. I feel the sensation spread throughout my limbs.

“Oooohmygod,” I groan, not even able to move my lips at the numbing pleasure.

I drop my head back against the carpeted floor, my chest heaving as I try to collect myself.

She leans up on my chest, a light chuckle escaping her lips.

“Holy fuck,” she says in a breathy tone. “I can never masturbate again.”

I laugh at the randomness of her statement.

“What?”

“Nothing will ever come close to getting me off like your hands wrapped tightly around my neck and your thick dick deep inside of me.”

Um, yeah. Okay, so I’m hard again.

I swallow, hoping the next words that come out of my mouth aren’t high pitched as I imagine they will be, all while my dick attempts to come back to life inside her.

“I just have to say one thing before the moment passes, and I lose my nerve,” I say, my tone coming out as serious as I intended.

She stares at me, waiting for me to finish, the post-orgasm lustful look still in place as her breasts rise and fall while she tries to catch her breath, looking down at me with her eyes narrowed and her jaw lax. She wasn’t expecting something real and raw and I like that I caught her off guard.

“Don’t leave this time.”