Page 61 of Burn Me Down

Pushing myself up and backward, I sat down and groaned as Beck settled in my lap, my cock still buried deep inside of her. There was no fucking word to describe how this felt.

“You’re entirely too sexy for your own good,” Beck said, and I laughed.

“Words I never thought I’d hear.” Cupping her face, I kissed her before she could get me in trouble for the negative talk.

“Well, you certainly know how to distract me,” she said, her eyelids heavy as I broke the kiss.

“I’d pay any amount of money to see that look on your face every day.”

“Luckily for you, you will always get it for free.” She smiled and looked at me from under her thick lashes. She was endearing and made my heart pound hard in my chest. I was living for the first time. Beck cleared her throat. “Do you play with fire? Like, run your fingers through it?”

“Yes.”

“Do you love doing it?”

My cock jerked with the thought. “Yes.”

“Ohh, I like this. I felt that before you said a word.”

“Maybe I should move then,” I teased.

“Not a chance, mister, and not just because your cock is a lie detector, but it feels too fucking good to give up.”

I laughed hard. “I’m not sure who is crazier, you or me.”

“Definitely me, but that’s why you like me.” She bit her lip.

I couldn’t stop staring and gave up, kissing her until she was squirming in my lap, her walls clenching tight. She was driving me completely out of my mind. It was funny to think I might have been sane before finding Beck, considering what I’d done, but the devastation I would inflict if she were taken from me would make that child’s play in comparison.

“Fuck me, whatever you’re thinking about trying, we better get to it because I’m ready to fuck you until you can’t take anymore and pass out. I might even fuck you then, too. I can’t get enough.”

“You are certainly good for a girl’s ego,” she said, her cheeks flaming a bright pink. She nodded to the candle. “Show me what you do.”

I held my hand over the candle and let my fingers play with the harmless little flame. Back and forth, I moved my hand until it looked like I was rolling the fire between my fingers like a coin. As Beck watched my hand, I watched her face, and she seemed excited and fascinated by what I was doing. Everything she did made me feel a little less like a freak and that I wasn’t alone in this world of dark desires.

I stopped moving my hand and let the flame heat my skin. Most anyone else would jump away. I groaned and closed my eyes, letting the pain seep into my body.

Beck grabbed my hand and yanked it away from the fire, and my lip curled up as I watched her run her thumb gently over the red mark. Her eyes were filled with concern as she brought my hand to her lips and kissed the spot. Of all the things I thought she would do, that was not it. An emotion broke loose inside of me that threatened to turn me into a sobbing mess. I had to clamp the raging feeling down to be able to think straight.

“Don’t worry, it didn’t hurt,” I said as her turbulent eyes turned up to mine. There were so many questions dancing in them, and yet she didn’t ask one. “Here, let me show you.” Beck held out her hand, and I lifted it so it wasn’t so close to start. “Copy my movements.”

I slipped my fingers between hers so they looked like they were threaded together, and she smiled as I started to move. Beck followed along until our fingers looked like waves on the ocean. I lowered our hands an inch and then another until we were running our fingers through the flame. “Does it hurt?”

“No, it’s warm, but it doesn’t hurt.”

“Do you like it?”

She smiled again. “I do,” she said, her voice no more than a whisper. “I feel so connected to you.”

She couldn’t have put it any better than that. The connection I was feeling was like we were one person but two bodies.

“Do you like the heat against your skin? And, feel like you might burn,” she asked, and she giggled as my cock kicked again inside of her. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

“Definitely, can’t lie like this,” I teased, burying my face into the side of her neck and breathing in her scent as my fingers continued to dance in the flame in time with hers.

“I’d like to pour the wax on you. It’s safe, but it would feel like a burn at first. I know it’s used in a lot of heat play, but if you think it’s silly….”

“I love the idea,” I said, as need whipped around inside of me. I laid down and touched my chest. “Pour it here.” Moving my hand to indicate where. Beck picked up the candle, the question in her eyes. “I’m fine. Do it.”