Page 6 of Slashes in the Snow
“You okay, baby?” She bats her big green eyes at me.
I inhale sharply, collecting myself. “Yeah.” Callously, I thrust my pelvis back in her face. “Don’t stop. Not for anything. Not until I come.”
“Yes, sir.” She grabs me again.
A command from the President is immediately obeyed. By anyone and everyone.
The redhead goes back to work, sucking and licking and jerking and swallowing, but I just can’t get into it. No matter how hard I try, my hormones are rearing, but my head is somewhere else. With someone else. I hate myself for that. For being attracted toher, for wondering abouther, for wantingher.
Fuck.
“Harder, faster.” I pull on the redhead’s hair. Not that I really care to know it, but I didn’t even ask for her fucking name. I just want her to erase the images in my mind. To be a fucking distraction.
She does as I command, taking me in as deep as she can. I’m not gentle. I punch my cock into her mouth all while holding her hair firmly in my hands. She whines and gags, but my temperamental orgasm is just slightly out of reach. I feel it; it’s right there, teasing me, so damn close. Just not fucking close enough. I start to sweat, ordering my body to succumb, but it won’t. It wants someone else. It’s demanding someone else. A deity among men. An angel walking the earth. A woman as pure as the freshly fallen snow.
Cocksucking motherfucker.
I reluctantly close my eyes again and picture her. And the moment I do, the hindrance is lifted. I pretend it’s her mouth around my cock, worshiping my erection, coaxing me to come. I see her pink cheeks and swollen lips wrapped around my girth, her blonde hair trapped between my fingers. Something snaps inside me. A feeling I’ve never encountered before. My heart is beating with the force of Thor’s hammer, and my arousal is meeting each thump with equal vigor. I don’t know what’s happening to me. My body is taking over my mind and telling me it wantsherand only fucking her.
I come like a stick of dynamite upon the realization, a fast crack and explosive aftermath.
The redhead gags as I hold her head in place and unleash like a broken fire hydrant right down her throat.
We both slump once I release her, the girl sucking in air like she was just suffocating. I know I was.
Thoughts ofhersteal my breath.
I’m in trouble. So much fucking trouble.
My mind says stay away, but my body wants to hunt, and my desire wants to feed.
I’m ravenous. Not at all sated from this little interlude. If anything, I need more.
A hunger that’s completely brand new has been born inside me. A hunger I don’t understand but can’t ignore. It’s burning through me like a California wildfire.
Every organ, every cell, every molecule is on fire, and there’s only one person who can extinguish the flames.
Her.
Only fuckingher.
3
Kira
Night classes are the worst.
I didn’t used to mind them so much, but lately they’re terrifying. Walking across campus, alone, in the dark. Racing to my car, alone, in a nearly deserted parking lot. Pulling up to my house, alone, fearful someone is inside.
See the pattern?
I’ve never been such a scaredy-cat before, but ever since I’ve had this sinking feeling someone is watching me, following me, I’ve been jumping out of my own skin over the smallest things.
Tonight is no different. I pull up to a dark mansion, when I swear I left every light in the house on. It’s things like this that’ve been messing with my head. Small, almost unnoticeable nuances, popping up everywhere. Like they’re stalking me. The cops can’t help because there is no solid evidence, only my word. I don’t want to bother my mother and Gerard while they’re away for the global launch of Glam’s new makeup line, especially if it’s just my paranoia getting the best of me. Although, deep down, I don’t believe it is. I just can’t prove otherwise.
Ky seemed to be my best, last option. And that idea flew right out the window. He seriously hates my family, although I’m not entirely sure why. Gerard never really shares many details about Ky, just that he's a war vet and extremely proud of him. He didn’t come to their wedding. He’s never spent a holiday with us, and I just kind of thought we weren’t his scene. After our encounter today, I get the blaring feeling there is more to the story than Gerard let’s on. The only thing I’m left to do now is ride out the rest of the semester and then hop on a plane directly after my last final. Maybe then I will finally feel some kind of security. Being away from California, safe and sound with the people I love the most. My mom and Gerard.
They bought this mammoth of a mansion shortly after they got married. My mother and I lived comfortably in a beach condo for years in Malibu, just the two of us. Then she met Gerard. It was a whirlwind of a romance. They were dating, then in love, then bam! Married. I couldn’t fault her for the quickness of it all. My mom deserves love. My father treated her like crap for as long as I can remember, and then when they divorced, he became downright malicious, hitting her below the belt every chance he got. He even tried to sue for full custody of me, claiming my mother was unfit, a workaholic, and a high-functioning drug user. All false. Well, maybe all but the workaholic part. But she was building a business from the ground up. I watched her commitment, her diligence, all her sacrifice, and he tried to take everything.
