That Sik Luv

Briony

With little warning, I feel the warm, wet, bulbous head of his massive cock push against my sensitive opening.

It’s a strange feeling. One I’m certainly not accustomed to. If I’m honest, I wasn’t even sure people did things like this. The idea of something so dirty, so inherently wrong and vile, with no real purpose other than to derive sick and twisted pleasure, makes my insides quiver with excitement and anticipation.

It’s a degrading sort of act, and hearing the restraint in his tone while feeling the way Aero’s body practically vibrates with energy and excitement over the idea makes me want to allow it all the more.

“Touch your clit, Bri. Rub it in slow circles with your fingers and take a few deep breaths,” Aero eagerly demands.

His voice is hoarse and strained, and he sounds like he’s losing all the control he thought he had. He’d promised he wouldn’t hold back, but the way he’s working me through this says anything but.

“I’m just going to feed it to you slow. Okay, baby?”

I twist the comforter in my sweaty palm, bringing it to my forehead as I use my other hand to begin massaging myself with slow circles between my legs, bracing for the pain I’m about to endure.

“Okay,” I say with an exhale.

I feel him push against me until my opening stretches. The pain and discomfort are followed by a strange fullness as my passage finally opens and gives way for him. The crown of his cock gets sucked into the tight muscles surrounding it, and a strangled groan escapes me as I attempt to control my breathing.

He groans, cursing softly while stilling inside me. “Fuck, it’s so tight. It almost hurts how hard you’re choking my cock.”

He’s really enjoying this. Gritting his teeth through whatever sensations silently wreck him.

I feel more saliva drip down onto the place where we connect, a large amount wetting the area further as I breathe through my lips.

“Is it in now?” I ask, assuming the worst is over.

He chuckles lightly through his short, uncontrolled breaths. “I’m only in about an inch, maybe two.”

“Oh shit,” I cry out into the blankets.

“We got at least seven more.”

“No,” I whine into the blankets.

“You need to trust me, Briony,” he breathes. He leans over my back, his hand sliding into my hair as his thumb grazes my cheek with a gentle sweeping motion. “Trust that I’ve got you. I need you to love this because I plan on doing it often.”

My heart tumbles inside of my chest at the statement. A statement very unlike the man I first met.

“Okay?” he asks softly, gaining my attention before moving.

I swallow before licking my lips.

“Okay.”

My pussy contracts and tightens, aching for some sort of attention or distraction.

As if reading my body, Aero slips a hand around my hips, his massive fingers covering my own as he massages my clit in those soft circles he instructed.

“There you go,” he whispers before a light groan leaves his throat. “Just like that. There’s my good girl, Bri baby.”

I convulse at his words, feeling electricity shoot through my clit with every stroke of his hand covering mine while I’m being impaled from behind.

“I’m going to push deeper now, okay?” he asks, leaning back up again.

I nod, closing my eyes tightly.

“Fuck, this looks…” He groans from deep within his chest. “I won’t last long,” he mutters as I feel myself stretching to accommodate more of his length.

I cry out, muffled by the blanket between my teeth, the bedding becoming damp with my saliva.

“God, I love when you let me dirty you like this,” he says through gritted teeth.

His fingers soak up the mess I’m making between my legs before he pushes them deep inside my pussy, curling them towards my stomach. A shudder of sensations washes over me like a wave, and I feel myself contract and tighten around his thick circumference.

“Ah, fuck, Briony,” he hisses. “You still good?”

He pushes deeper while his slippery fingers slide out of me and begin coating my swollen clit with my arousal as he takes my ass.

“Oh yes,” I moan as he continues the soft circles with his digits, the sensation relaxing me enough to loosen up for him.

I push back on his engorged dick, taking the pain in an attempt to find my pleasure. Feeling full in every aspect of the word, his thighs hit the back of mine, the stone-like pillars sealing against me, and he stills, presumably allowing me to adjust.

“You’re a filthy little doll, taking cock so deep in your ass.”

His degrading words spark life beneath my skin, and pleasure circulates at the base of my spine. I bite my bottom lip, allowing myself to become the filthy doll he desires.

“My dirty slut, letting me do these vile things to you.” I feel him pull out, wetting himself with my pooling arousal, then gripping my hip as he sinks back in even deeper. The motion sparks all of my nerve endings to sizzle, bringing a new erotic heat to life. “Say it. Promise me you’ll be my whore till the day you die.”

“Till the day I die,” I gasp through labored breaths. “Destroy my purity, Aero. Dirty me with your demons.”

He curses at my words, his firm grasp finding the meat of my hips, fingers of one hand clawing into my flesh, the other pinning my neck to the bed as he takes me from behind until the sting subsides and he’s groaning and hissing in pleasure. The soft skin of his fleshy balls slaps against my sticky vulva, the reality of what we’re doing sending me into a spiral of dishonorable, thoughtless pleasure.

“Release your angels,” he demands, coaxing my release.

My legs quiver beneath him as the tightly bound tremors erupt throughout my core. I never thought I could derive such pleasure from the act, but I lose myself in his words, his cock massaging those nerve endings. A new, untapped part of me that only he can claim. He pumps himself in and out of me at a steady pace, the pleasure building like a coil about to unleash, all while continuing to direct me to rub my clit. I fall into orgasmic bliss, screaming out into the blankets with a ferocity I’ve never heard as the ultimate euphoria finds me and shakes me from the inside out.

“So fucking beautiful, Briony,” he breathes, enjoying the spasms of my quaking release, sinking into me one last time as tears fill my eyes.

I mutter and moan for God into the blankets as the sensations continue in endless waves.

My name rolls off his tongue breathlessly as he stiffens behind me and I feel his cock jump within my spasming walls.

He comes inside me before I feel the thick tip finally pop out of the tight ring, and three more hot spurts of warm liquid coat my back, sliding down the crack of my cheeks as feral growls accompany them. Fisting his cock, he milks out the finality of his orgasm, ensuring he’s completely and utterly spent.

He falls to my side, his mouth open and eyelids heavy, with a post-orgasmic glaze on his face. His cock is still pointing straight up to the ceiling as if just the idea of how he got off has him ready to go again, while the remains of his release slowly drip from the depths of me.

Passionate greens and browns swirl in majestic madness as his eyes find mine, and we share a moment of beautiful silence, purely gazing at each other. Disbelief pours from us both as Aero’s words fill my mind. Words as meaningless as love are so beneath the depth of the bond we share in this moment of reckoning.

Our breaths slowly align as he pulls my back into his front, wrapping his corded forearm around my waist, cradling me on our sides. His release spreads between our sweaty bodies, but neither of us seems to care in the least.

“Goddamn,” he sighs, both of us still breathless and in a cloud of bliss, trying to wrap our heads around what we just shared. “Just…everything. All at once.”

I absorb his words, a complete understanding of his statement, my face numb with the aftermath of pleasure.

It appears our brains have been seized entirely. Thoughts and words are distant ideas floating elsewhere. We’re just relaxing in a comedown from the flames of the fire that tore through us both, bathing in the heavy emotions that follow.

After showering together, allowing Aero to clean me with his hands as he always does, we change into comfortable clothing with plans to eat breakfast, then train in his woods for the rest of the afternoon.

My mind screams at me, telling me the time has come for my return. I need to head back to the school, to find Saint and begin the plans I’ve set for destruction upon the people who deserve it most.

After tying my dried hair up into a ponytail, I watch in the mirror as Aero pulls some distressed jeans over his muscular quads, settling on his slim hips. His hair is still a wet mop of tangled locks hanging down onto his forehead, the water droplets clinging to his broad shoulders. Enjoying the view of his backside, his rippling muscles and toned arms, I hear the zip of his pants, reminding me of the monster being caged. Biting the corner of my lip, my skin flushes with heat that makes its way south again, knowing the feelings I have for him far surpass anything I could have anticipated.

Everything I am.

Just as thoughts of love and endearment float like fireflies beneath the surface of my skin, they drop from my being entirely when I see a black figure pass the window adjacent to him. Before I can even alert him to the sight, I see his head turn ever so slightly, somehow hearing the footsteps outside the window. He turns to face me, shirtless, wearing only his black jeans as his direct eye contact demands mine. He stares with a wild, protective nature while holding a single finger to his lips, silencing me.

My pulse pounds in my neck, a cyclone of terror hitting me in the gut, and yet he looks entirely too calm. The rest of his fingers raise as he holds out a palm, telling me to stay put. I curse beneath my breath, closing my eyes tightly as the door to the bedroom bursts open.

Aero rests in the shadows behind the door while I stand near the wall of the bathroom, holding my breath as my eyes slowly open to the mirror, seeing the reflection of the intruder in our private space.

As if knowing to clear the room, the masked man grips the edge of the door, about to peer behind it where Aero’s standing. I throw my wooden brush against the glass of the mirror, causing it to shatter entirely, stealing his attention, if only for a second. The man turns, seeing my form standing in the bathroom’s light. Taking quick strides towards me, I squint my eyes, expecting to be knocked off my ass by the approaching man.

Aero emerges from the shadows without a sound. With a belt he grabbed from somewhere, he wraps it around the intruder’s neck, jetting the man back against his solid bare chest. The man’s eyes bulge beneath the cutout of the mask, his fingers clawing at the flesh of Aero’s flexed forearms as his grip tightens. Legs splay and kick out as the man slowly sinks to the ground, the seconds ticking away like minutes as I watch the life drain from him.

His eyes widen one last time as his mouth opens, seeking the air that he’s being deprived. Dark eyes peer up at mine as Aero drops the man with a thud against the wooden floor beneath him. His anger is penetrating me; his body, shaking with rage. This isn’t the man I was with a moment ago. This is the psychotic, trained assassin who’s put numerous bodies into the ground like it was nothing.

Another masked man enters the room behind him. Aero slides to the floor, seamlessly pulling the gun from the deceased man’s holster. He leans his back against the end of the bed with his legs spread out before him as his arms straighten, aiming. Firing once, the silencer captures the sound as the bullet finds the skull of the shocked intruder. He stumbles back against the door before his legs give way and he slowly sinks to the floor beneath him, leaving a splatter of bright red blood on the wood behind him.

I’ve stopped breathing. Tremors of shock roll through my shoulders as Aero silently crawls over the man, searching his body for weapons.

Finding another gun, he grips it, places it in the back of his jeans, then searches him for some sort of identification. He finds a wallet, nods once to himself, then tosses it at the dead man’s chest before spitting on his crippled form. I stand frozen in fear and trepidation, my mouth agape and my body stiff as he stalks towards me looking like a wild animal, unleashed and untamed.

I forget who he is when I so often find myself pretending who I want him to be. But one thing is clear, the veil of the obscure mask is worn, and whispers of Aero Westwood in our small community are finally becoming known.