I know he's inside me. He's taunting me. I can't even take control over my own thoughts. Oh, God…
I. Cesspool of Love
He came closer and kissed me, so dear. His fingers creep from my hips to my ass and I moaned into the hot wind of his heavy breath. I was wet in my briefs for this boy. Our tongues were wrestling and the air was thickening. Heat. The car's windows are rolled up, the smokes lingering every inch of my pupil's sight. Our lips parted away and he took a drag of his cigarette that was half ash. He licks his lips and rests the dart's butt on mine, blinking twice with his luscious lashes. I breathe in once, twice, and let it out back into his mouth. I almost coughed. Almost. I have to impress this boy. He's guiding me into a heaven. I'm his property and he's my angel. I already have the Devil.
"I want it now," I demand.
"You'll get it," he coos, "You'll feel it soon enough."
So playful, the bastard is. I don't care anymore. I am ready for sex. Our sex. We've danced with death itself and alas, he doesn't want to fuck me.
"After the ceremony," he says, "We'll make love."
I love how he calls it that. We both know this is nothing but lust. He gets points for turning me on by saying it though.
"Baby boy…" I whisper as I burry my face into his chest.
"Let's find a motel," he suggests. It'll just make things harder, asshole.
During the ride, I slip into a slumber before we even reach one. I awaken to his door slamming. In my hazy vision, I see him walking into the front entrance of some shitty one floor place. It's raining and I'm still half asleep.
Tap tap tap tap tap!
I let out a small shriek and turn my head ever-so-slightly to my left, only to find a shriveled up man glaring at me. I roll down the window a crack that is open enough for us to converse.
"Son," he croaks, "The man you are travelling with is a murderer! You must get out now!"
"I beg your pardon?" I scoff.
The old fart rams his fist into the car's hood. "He is wanted! He's a maniac!"
"Can you please excuse yourself and your bananas? It's needed elsewhere. Thanks," I reply, rolling the window back up.
The snot head still stared for about five minutes. I light another cig. Nothing can ruin this. We prayed and He answered our calls. The sacrifices we've made to get this far… We made them while seeking paradise, and fuck, did we ever find it. I try to think of the other things that were important to me. My marks, my family, my image. It's all garbage now. It's complete trash, the opposite of me. I'm beauty itself. I'm living purification of my surroundings. I'm hell. I'm my community's scum, and I'm perfect.
I then realize that the creep's still standing there. That is, until he is hit by a shovel! He drops to the ground. Instant knock-out. I step out of the car, huddle over to his body, and snort. I couldn't even contain my laughter!
"Eli, baby," he says, dropping the shovel and then putting his hands on my sides, "I just hated the way he was looking at you."
I plant a wet one on his cheek and toy with his junk, "Good job."
I picked the man by his legs and he took the arms. Quicker than I expected, we kicked open the room's door, tip toed to the washroom, and threw him into the bath tub. No one else is in this entire motel. Piece of cake.
"You dick," I whine.
"What's wrong?" he asks.
"No shower?" I inquire.
He strips down to his boxers and tugs my arms, making me follow him to the bed.
"You know that I like you dirty."
"I know that I like us, Carson."
Author's Note:
So, this chapter was rushed, but yeah. I'm not describing Carson because it's up to you to imagine what he looks like. More light shall be shed on the past of this situation. This was really just a teaser. Wasabye.