AllFreeNovel
Share Us
"Sorry, no. Keep going. I only wanted to say that, um, well, it’s going to sound weird."
"Go on. In this place, nothing can be too weird."
"Right. I meant I’m glad you’re here. With me."
A smile flicked across my lips hearing that. Butterflies flitted through my stomach too. I didn’t know what to say about that. Instead of responding, I kept my eyes down, sewing the wound shut.
"Before you got here, I thought I knew how to handle all this. To get through and do what needed to be done. I was wrong. I needed someone else. Someone I could care for. A person that I could, I don’t know, suffer with? Take strength from? I don’t know the right words."
"No, I get it," I said. "This place would make anyone go crazy if they didn’t have someone to lean on. I’m, ugh, I guess I’m glad I’m here too." I shook my head in disgust at my stupidity. Why had I said it that way? "I mean, what you said. Here with you, not that I’m happy being in this place."
Drake flinched as I slid the needle through his skin again. "Damn."
"My fault. I’m almost done."
My fingertips gleamed, stained by his blood. Again there was that strange pleasure. Seeing him like this hurt me in a way I never thought possible. I hated it.
Worse than that, mixed with the hate, tucked at the back in a shadow part of my mind, lurked enjoyment. Drake turned his head to look at me.
"Do you like that?" He whispered. There was no accusation or anger in his voice.
I pulled the last stitch tight, my fingers shaking with shame as I tied it off. "I’m not sure."
With the sewing complete, he spun around to face me, taking my blood tinged hand in his, running a thumb gently over the back of my knuckles. "It’s weird, right? It's so easy to hurt other people, but with people you care for it’s different." He glanced away for a moment, then hesitated before locking his eyes on mine again. "Different, but the same, if that makes sense. I feel it too sometimes. How good it is to hurt people sometimes. The ones who deserve it. You aren’t alone in that."
A breath oozed from my lips in a sigh. "It sort of, uh," oh god was I actually going to say it? "I guess it turns me on a little. The pain. Giving and receiving."
Drake grinned. "Yeah. I think I can see that. It’s okay. There’s nothing to be ashamed about." He looked up at the clock then at me again. "We still have time. If, uh, if you want to explore that a little."
A surge of warmth burst through my body, starting between my legs and working its way up my stomach. What if Sam was watching? What if he’d lied about checking on the others? I glanced down and saw Drake’s cock getting hard through his sweatpants. The thought of having him was almost more than I could bear. At that moment, I didn’t give a damn. All the other housemates could have been in the room watching, and I still would have done what I did next.
Before I could talk myself out of it, I reached forward and grabbed his cock through the fabric of his pants. Drake moaned and raised his own fingers to my chest. My nipples were hard and pushing against the cloth of my bra. He took my left nipple between his finger and thumb, grasped it, and pinched. Hard. An icy pain lanced through me and across my breast. I should have pulled away, grabbed it, rubbed the pain away. Instead, I kept my eyes on his, wincing as the pain mingled with pleasure. When he twisted the nipple, I thought I might come. My pussy was soaking wet and my clit throbbed.
Drake released me, and blood rushed back to the spot he’d pinched, warm and satisfying. "Hit me," Drake whispered.
"What?"
"My chest. It’s okay, slap me."
The look in his eyes said he was serious. The logical part of my brain said it was crazy. That same part also said I shouldn’t have enjoyed him twisting my nipple either. My hand snapped out before I could stop myself. My fingers cracked against his chest. Drake’s eyes flinched, but he didn’t pull away. A red outline of my palm appeared above his own nipple. Something about that sight turned me on even more. Almost like I’d marked him as mine in some way.
In seconds, we were all over each other. Drake, almost out of control, grabbed the front of my bra with both hands and yanked it apart. The elastic stretched, dug into and then tore my skin, finally shredding down the middle. The sharp pain in my skin didn’t deter me. I already had my hand down his pants, fingers wrapped around his stiff cock. I squeezed hard, drawing a gasp from Drake, then a smile.
He leaned forward, kissing me and pawing roughly at my breasts while I stroked his dick. I wanted him. Badly. His tongue slid into my mouth, aggressively stroking across my own, his fingers dug into my breasts, almost hard enough to bruise, and god help me I liked it. No. I loved it. What the fuck was wrong with me?
Moments later, we were on the ground, both fully naked. I settled my hips over his face and lowered my mouth to his cock. With my right hand, I grabbed his balls, tugged at them, stretched them further and further, until the flesh of his scrotum was pulled taut, like a rubber band.
"Holy fuck," Drake moaned.
"Does it hurt?" I asked, almost giddy.
"It does. Don’t stop."
Slipping my fingers around him, I made a fist. His testicles, like fleshy rubber balls at one end, the base of his cock at the other. Finally, I slid his dick into my mouth, the tip glistened with precum. When I drew my tongue across it, I tasted him: bitter, salty, and sweet.
Pop. Drake’s hand slapped my ass, hard enough for me to grunt in pain, my voice muffled by his dick. The heat of the impact spread over my ass cheek. An instant later, his tongue slipped inside me, and the ecstasy of it almost made my eyes roll back in my skull. I dove down, shoving his cock as deep into my throat as I could. The thick head pressed at the back, making me gag, but I held it there, squeezing his scrotum harder. Saliva pooled on my hand and his shaft as I gagged again and again, I but kept pushing him into me, throat fucking him. Behind me Drake lapped and sucked at my pussy, sending me into a frenzy.
Needing air, I slid his dick out of my mouth, his shaft and the knuckles of my hands slick and glistening with my spit. I leaned back, pressing my ass into his face.
