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“To show you what it can be like when … when you want it.”
I pushed her off of me, angry, and her small breasts bounced, and her face darkened.
“By making no sound? Shouldn’t both of us be making sounds if we both want it? Because if not, then it’s too much like—”
Sorina’s face turned white, and she stood. “I’m sorry. I didn’t think—”
“You have no idea where I’ve been. What, just because I told you a couple of things, you think you know? And you think because they … they—”
“Raped you,” she offered.
“Fuck you,” I said, unable to wear that word. I reached for my shirt, ready to leave. Before I could get it over my head, Sorina grabbed my arm. I glared at her. “If you think I need … lessons … you’re a little late. You think I don’t know what to do? They fucked in the open, you know? Or no, theyloved. That’s what it was.Love. The love of each other, the breaking of flesh. You know they fucking drank each other’s blood? Markus and his vampire Jesus bullshit. There’s no such thing as God, no such thing as fucking vampires, but you walk around all gothic and ominous. I should stay the fuck away from you.”
“But you can’t,” Sorina said, and I wasn’t sure if there was happiness or sorrow in her voice.
But I knew she was too close. “I know what to fucking do,” I said, voice low.
Sorina nodded, stepping back a little. “Then show me. No more games.”
I smiled, dropping my shirt to her feet. “No, let’s continue the game. Where did we leave off?” I asked.
I reached for her then, fisting her long red hair in my hand. I lowered her to her knees, and when she looked up at me, the smile was back. Warning and deadly. Something like desire.
“Put your hands behind your back. No touching,” I ordered.
Sorina complied, and I reached for my zipper. Her eyes followed, widening a little, then she looked back up at me. She didn’t look away as I slid my jeans down, stepping out of them. I pushed my boxers down just enough to pull myself free. I was hard, desperate for some part of her. I brushed my thumb over my tip, and it was wet with pre-cum already, our fighting and the way she touched me earlier arousing. But not as arousing as my anger.
Her smirk.
I brought my tip to her nipple, mimicking the way she’d touched my own with her finger.
I heard Kyrie’s name announced as I wet Sorina’s nipple, then the next. She was looking down, watching everything, until finally she looked up, a look of sleepiness and warmth all over her pale face. I’d never seen her cheeks red, but they were now. Still, she was silent. I knelt down, one hand securing her arms behind her back, the other grabbing one of her breasts. I leaned down, tasting myself on her, my earlier pleasure nothing compared to this. I devour her nipple, flicking it with my tongue, sucking it hard. When I let go of Sorina’s hands, she grabbed me. One hand in my hair, the other reaching for me, small fingers wrapping around my length. When her own fingers brushed over the head of my dick, I pulled away, ready to be her mirror. I flipped her onto her back, desperately grasping her skirt, pushing it up. I pushed her panties to the side, and with no preamble, pressed one finger inside of her, feeling how wet she was, pulling it out, pressing it over her clit. I heard it then, the sound from her mouth. A whisper of something, a desperateyes, falling out. I swirled my finger over her clit a couple more times, my mouth hovering close, blowing on her. I barely remembered the things I’d seen in my past, that wasn’t where I’d learned to do what I was doing.
It was books, dark telling of desire such as this. Detailed scenes describing all the ways a man could make a woman come. I knew how to do it. I knew how to make it come to life. But that’s not what I wanted right then.
I needed more.
When I looked up, Sorina was biting her lip, trying to be silent. So I pulled my finger away, giving her just a second before I flicked her clit with my tongue, then sucked it.
Her thighs pressed against my ears, but not quick enough. I heard her cry out my name, and it was all I needed.
I pulled away, wiping my mouth and Sorina looked up, eyes wide, as I smiled.
I reached for my discarded clothes on the floor, and stood, winking. “Looks like the game is over,” I said, before walking away.
FIFTEEN
Ididn’t stay for the crowning of the queen.
Instead, I ran out of the school, frightening the teachers at the entrance, shoving a student as I exited. The Ozark air hit me like a cold slap to the face, and when I made it to the end of the parking lot, the reality of the night took over.
I ran down the gravel drive that led to the highway, running across, through the trees, until I made it to the trailer park. My lungs were empty and my chest ached. I wanted to howl into the night like an animal.
I didn’t know who I was on that stage, who I became. Shame and anger flooded me, my neck hot and aching.
I’d wanted to press Sorina against the far wall of the stage, rip her panties away, bury myself in her. I’d wanted to hurt her and beg her to hurt me. I’d wanted to feel everything and nothing all at once. But feeling nothing with her was never an option. She looked like a release, burned like a cure.
I didn’t want to be cured. Not yet.
