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14
River
Holy.Fucking. Shit.
I wasn’t expecting this at all when I came down here, but I’m sure as hell not complaining.
Desire and arousal and plain fucking need rip through my body, and I’m more turned on than I’ve been in a long time. My head spins with it, keeping me off balance and breathless.
Good thing I’ve got Knox’s counter of sharp shit to hold me up.
I can see the fucker Knox and Priest dragged in, passed out like a sack of potatoes against the wall.
Hurting him felt good. He nearly raped a woman, and making him feel agony for that gave me a sense of control and satisfaction that needed an outlet, clearly.
And then Knox started showing me his tools, and suddenly my body was on fire with need.
There’s something about how easily he wields them. How he’s out here giving out justice and making something that might as well be art when people deserve it. I barely even know this man. But I want him. It’s lust, plain and simple.
Animal.
Hedonistic.
Both of us boiled down to our most basic aspects and desires.
Knox’s hands are big and calloused on my skin, and he drags my shorts down, leaving me bare assed for him to see. I know I’m wet as hell, the proof of my arousal trickling down my thighs enough that they’re slick and sticky.
I hear a belt clicking, and then Knox’s pants must be getting pushed down too, because half a second later, the hot hardness of his cock is there between my legs, rubbing through my wetness. He’s got a piercing at the tip, I think. I can feel it against my skin.
“Fuck,” he hisses, dragging himself through my folds a few times.
I bite back the whine that wants to spill out of my mouth and spread my legs wider, trying to coax him where I want him without having to resort to begging.
My skin is flushed and my body just wants to be filled. It doesn’t help that I can tell Knox’s dick is as big as the rest of him, and it makes me even hungrier for it.
He doesn’t make me wait much longer, thank fuck. He pulls away for a split second and then slams into me, making me take the full length of him in one go.
A cry spills from my lips at the sudden fullness and the slight pain of the stretch it takes to accommodate all of him. I asked him if he was going to hurt me, and I know he could see the gleam in my eyes as I said it, the little part of me that hoped the answer was yes.
I used to feel ashamed of the things I crave now, the things it takes to get me off. Someone with my fucked up past shouldn’twantshit like this, right?
But I don’t give a fuck anymore.
I’ve been to hell. I lived in the dark and the fear and the stink of it.
And I survived.
For so long, I was numb. Now I have to walk right up to the knife’s edge to feel anything.So I take my moments of ecstasy whenever and however I find them—and if it doesn’t look like other people’s pleasure, then fuck them. They don’t have to understand my pleasure, because they don’t know my pain.
Knox fills me up and grinds forward a bit, making sure I can feel every single inch of him inside me, as if I had a choice about that in the first place. He feels even bigger inside me, and I clench around him, writhing in place against the table.
“You’re so fucking tight,” he pants behind me, one hand on my hip. “Fucking hell, you feel good.”
“Fuck me,” I gasp out, trying to work myself on his cock, but I’m caught between the counter and the hardness of his body.
Luckily, he doesn’t need telling twice.
Knox draws his cock out slowly and then slams back in, setting an almost furious pace. It’s like he can’t get enough, and it feels so fucking good.
