- Chapter Fifty-Five -
It's A Little Unhealthy
[Warning: explicit content]
Lips gnashing together with animalistic intent, Sam had used his fair share of warm bodies for pleasure before this, so he was no stranger to how this worked. Wham, bam, thank you ma'am.
Except, there was something about Dells that disqualified her from being just another one-night stand. All the ingredients were there, yet...
Abandoning all traces of tenderness to show his fair lady the standard, Sam kissed Daniella roughly in a way that he hadn't before. Harder than anything you would see in a church, he could feel her toes curling. Fingers flexing and knotting through his shirt, she bit her lower lip when they parted, unsure how to ask for more. After all, this was just some old-fashioned casual sex.
Right?
Torn between pinning her down for real and going straight for the kill, he couldn't put the fact that this was Dells completely from his mind. Naive, sweet little Dells.
Vodka Gods and their contingent of bourbon spirits blessing the shy little mouse, the amber heavens imparted one gift, and only the one. Granted the liquid courage of the most promiscuous (or perhaps she was just that cold after all that time in front of the window), she wiggled out of her top, shedding the second skin with purpose. A voice in the back of her head wondered if maybe she shouldn't do this, but she quieted it by answering to the even louder roaring of her pulse. Jose Cuervo knocking her off her balance, she bumped into her graying wolf more than she'd intended, but there was no complaining about the end result.
Chloe's borrowed scarf still wound loosely around her neck, the man tugged at the fabric until it unraveled completely. Briefly considering using it to tie the naughty girl up later, he discarded the material on the pillow. Figuring that she would possibly be game if she wasn't unconscious by that point, he placed his mouth where the knitting had been, marking what was his. It might have been a temporary thing, yes, but that didn't mean it had to be a secret.
Pink and coated in someone else's saliva, the mark was definitely going to be bright enough to see in the proper light. And she was okay with that. Today it was because the mark had come from someone she cared about, an intimate sign of connection. Tomorrow, it would be proof that this had really happened.
Grinning dopily in the dark, she was elated that he couldn't see the look on her face. It was way too starry-eyed little waif for her own liking. In fact, if she could, Daniella probably would have punched herself in the face if she could see her dumb stupid face.
Left laying there in just her bra, Daniella brought his hand to the cool-but-not-quite-damp material, something akin to a demand on her tongue when he should have been. "I want you to get meh off like you did last night. But not with yer fingers, I wanna you to do it with yerr dick this time."
Ok, maybe not so innocent after all.
"Hang on darlin'," cocky stride in full swing because he wasn't really listening to her words, Sam traced the pastel strap holding everything in place and gave it a hearty snap, "that sounds like something you should ask your boyfriend."
Glancing down at the glowing red stinger with blurry double-vision, she rolled her shoulders and merely shrugged the skimpy fabric off, "Says tha one callin' meh darling."
"It's an expression."
Mirth one thing on his face, the adventurer could have laughed at how many times he had said that exact thing in his life. But he didn't. Instead, the grizzled explorer meant to live up to his job title, pulling once more at that little lacy thing until there were no secrets from his ravenous gaze. Etiquette dictated that things had to be done a certain way - Dells would appreciate his adherence to general guidelines, no? - but that didn't mean that he couldn't take a little extra time to enjoy the sights.
Bashful like a good little girl ought to be, there was a moment where Dells attempted to shy away, arching her back to hide against her savior and torment.
"Sure ya wanna do this, baby girl?" Whispering into her hair, his lips brushed her scalp. Mindful of everything she had been through these past weeks, he wasn't going to push her further than she was willing to go. Risk of blue balls real, it just wasn't what he was about.
Grateful to the man for that, the heiress nodded against his throat. It sounded like she mumbled 'thank you', but for all he knew it just as well could have been 'spank you'. If that was the case, it was something he'd take under consideration. Until then, he eased her backwards, prodding the shoulder that hadn't been screwed open by a demented sociopath.
Two birds of a feather on that one, she would probably carry the scar for the rest of her life. More tender than the circumstances warranted, Sam brushed his lips over the scar tissue, offering a much needed confidence boost. But that was the last time - this was supposed to be an angry, heat-of-the-moment type of affair after all.
Plain cotton sheets catching the brunt of the bounce, it was the resulting jiggle that caught Sam's eye. Pert and still youthful, each breast was an island that had yet to see the sun, the sea frozen around tawny cats eyes. Never doubting how real everything was for even a moment, there were no unsightly surgical scars or strange fillings. Everything was natural, but he wouldn't have minded too much if there had been a little work done.
"Not too shabby," palming the modest mountain with his left hand, he flicked the darling little bud on the right, earning a light whimper of mounting suspense, "very nice."
Saddled with the responsibility of remembering safety first, as the one sober adult in the room it fell on his broad shoulders to act on more than impulse. Leaving his partner on the bed to hunt down one of her miniature bombs, the impatient gent reached over for the prophylactic that he had previously thrown aside.
Kinda like a scavenger hunt in the dark, he was surprised when she touched his hand. No doubt aiming for the wrist or some innocuous higher place, the blonde shook her bleached locks in glum reverie. Or as close as a drunk that had sprung up too fast could get to reverie. Honestly she really did look like she might hurl at any minute.
Eh, I'll take the risk. He'd done worse than a bit of puke before.
"Not the watermelons one."
"What's that now?" Leaning closer to the feminine figure highlighted in the darkness, the quick-tonged gambler couldn't hide the smirk he wore if he tried, "Afraid you won't like it?"
Dells shook her head once more, sliding her hand off the man, "No, it's not that..."
Agitating the issue like he always did, Sam rapt lightly on her knee, knuckles grazing the bandages that would be there for quite some time to come. "Correct me if I'm wrong, but weren't you the one that said we wouldn't do this again?"
Eyes threatening that they wouldn't do it now if he kept up like he was, she clarified through a thickening slur only so that they could move on, "It reminds meh too much of Jay."
"Jay?" Wondering if that was just something to make him jealous, Drake couldn't remember that name being mentioned before, although there was so much history crammed up inside his skull sometimes it was hard to keep personal details straight. Shrugging it off, he stalked off to get one of the other discarded rubbers littering the floor. Hopefully the next one he grabbed wouldn't be melon flavored.
"My teacherer. Asshole..." fixing Sam with a queer stare as if she were contemplating what type of species he was, the heiress cocked her head to the side, correcting herself, "Other asshole's the reason I know how to put one of those," cue the quaking index meant for the little plastic things he was fumbling for in the artificial night, "on without using my hands."
Flaring up anew for a minute there, she sounded as if she were conflicted about saying more or leaving it there.
Following the man through the dark with her eyes at first, Dells rose to her feet and began to fight with her pants while he scoured the floor. Wondering if that was somehow her fault (it definitely was), the heiress lapsed into her shattered lullaby, muttering it underneath her breath. It sounded like she was saying a lot, boring holes through the gray-blue gloom.
Quite probably the least sexy hotel room hook-up in recent memory - nay, history - once she was free of the confines of her sinful clothing, the young woman practically sprinted the length of the room. Clinging to Sam from behind the way a child does when frightened by a thunderstorm, it wasn't the weather that sent her flying. Holding him tight, she smothered herself into his spinal column while her hands acquainted themselves with his waist. Sly as her thief was in his heyday, Daniella's grip was suddenly not the innocent way a child would act, all triple x stuff as her fingers fumbled numbly with his belt loop.
Belt loops not the same thing as zippers in the slightest, she was almost thwarted before she began. Heroics for the birds, after a small intermission she found her way to the right spot, unfastening the metal one agonizing pop after another. Luckily there were only the two, and the zipper was willing to cooperate.
"Hmm, this is why I like skirts better..." Muttering a curse to the inventor of jeans, whoever that was, the woman supposed it was a better alternative than seeing too much skin on a guy. Still, getting a fly down shouldn't have been as complicated as cracking Fort Knox.
Solely to get the ball rolling faster, she thought it might be a good idea to try a little conversational foreplay. Dirty talk? Raising both brows and puckering her lips, she scrunched up her face and barreled on, "Did you know I used to blow my teacherer?"
Changing tracks halfway through, she dipped her big toe into the sad side of drunk, "Not for the grades, but 'cause he was really good-looking. Like, really, really hot. He coulda been a model, he was so fine-"
Annoyed now, Sam lobbed one of the melons at the girl, "Alright, I get it."
Blinking at the condom about an hour after it fell at her feet, she hadn't been trying to make any particular point. Jay was just a really good-looking guy. A complete asshole, but damn if he wasn't all kinds of sexy. However, if she had to pick, it would have been Sam. Every day of the week.
"We never..." forming a deformed circle with one hand, Dells penetrated it with the other, managing just barely to make the universal sign for intercourse, "...but he wanted meh. No many people wanted meh back where I'm for."
For? Shit, if her language skills were slipping that low, they might not even have twenty minutes. There went about half the stuff he wanted to do.
Sad little rose bursting into flame, she began to tug on his shirt, helping him to remove it. "Not like you."
Name a growl and growl a warning, he pushed her off, directing her back over to the bed with a bit of a nudge. Getting the clue faster this time, she shook her head once more and slunk down on her knees, crawling cat-like on the floor until she was perfectly between his legs. Placing her hand over his thigh and slipping his jeans down low enough for what they were about to do, she looked up at him from behind her lashes, the settling dark too heavy to make out the exact look on her face.
Oh, he wanted her alright, there was no disputing that.
"Bah hooom," speaking into his throbbing member like it was some sort of fleshy microphone, she used the vibrations of her voice to their max effect, "tey aated mawh-mawh."
Going in and out of the first two verses of the lullaby from earlier, the pseudo blonde licked her lips as she produced one of the non-watermelon flavored condoms from underneath her foot. Because of course, fuck him for trying. Tearing into the wrapper and extracting the pale circle, she showed Sam the sum of her efforts, that she wasn't all talk. Kneading his fingers through her scalp, he let her know that her ministrations were appreciated.
Tongue twirling across the latex one moment to lubricate his penis the next, the student learner used his legs for support. Flicking, darting, roving, and generally just slathering the mast for the cruise, the liquor was making her sloppier than usual, but that wasn't entirely a bad thing.
Shaft fully erect just for her, the heiress unfurled the ivory halo with gusto, bobbing her head until everything was in place. There was probably a better time for showing off this way, although since this was supposed to be their last go, it was now or never. It had nothing to do in the slightest with her innate desire to please the male figures in her life. Like her daddy, Shen, Jay, and even Jun to some extent.
"Tey rhweeally aated maah..." dropping it prematurely, they knew who she meant. Pace going quicker now than before, she barely had time to run her fingers along own her slit. "Baa thaw-" grunting, Dells sped up and danced in a tight circle, "thaw oonne twhing tey aated mhoos oof aaah, whaas... whaas meh."
"And now you hate me." Bringing it back full circle, Sam plucked the girl off with some small reluctance and ushered her back to the bed with more instance. Between his poor back and her generally battered frame, he liked the height provided and she would be thankful for the cushion.
Girl really might just be the death of me. Although if this was how he died, Sam couldn't complain too much.
Dells was pretty skilled at her schooling, but he wanted more than just some head; worked into a state at the cusp of being considered a frenzy, he wouldn't be satisfied until he got to put it in. Not a magician himself, he was rather fond of a certain kind of vanishing act.
Wasting no more time than necessary, the minute she was in position on the mattress he was at her back, pressed against her entrance until they were nearly sealed into one complete being. Perking up at the grunt earned from the act of insertion, they were in mutual agreement that what they were doing left no room for sentimental attachment. This was hate sex, pure as that.
Unabashed, she declared with a conviction that was not her own, "That's right," groaning out a twenty-ninth letter of the alphabet, the restraint vanished alongside his length, "I do."
Fit still tighter than tight, having Sam inside didn't hurt quite as much as it had last night, however their haste and positions compensated poorly for any relief she might have found. On the verge of consoling herself that there would be room for practice, Dells bit the inside of her lip, realizing a half a heart-beat later that there wouldn't be another this. Another fix.
Dad's already rolling in his grave, but surely someone up in the family tree can understand why she was doing this. Right? Right?!
"Use your big girl words." Croaking into the shell of her ear, he reached around with one hand to cup her breast, bouncing freely with each jerking motion of their bodies.
"I hate you," Daniella knew even as it tumbled out of her mouth that it wasn't strictly true, but if he found that out they might stop, and she really didn't want that. "Oh, I hate you!" Crashing into her body like the thunder and lightening lashing through the sky and across the empty beaches, Sam leaned into it, biting her back as he pounded deeper and deeper into her core. Thinking it might bring out something more in the man, she switched to a language he was passingly familiar with and said more of the same.
Creeping ever closer to his limit, Sam made use of his other hand as they collapsed into the bed. Pinching the top of her swollen nub and caressing it with the roughest part of his thumb, he thrust harder and deeper into the young woman than before. It felt so sweet being inside of her, like a slow melody. Neither wanted it to stop, the high that made them soar to the sky and beyond, but every song had to end sometime.
"I hate what you did," absolutely out of breath at this point, the third of her that was still awake was clamoring for more, "an I hate what you make meh feel." More honest than she intended, a horrible thought occurred to Daniella.
Author's Note:
I'm super tired from staying up to get this chapter finished too (see my usual warning about releasing updates one on top of the other). And I get really, really embarrassed writing smutty stuff, so yeah, not lingering on this chapter any more than I have to.
Hope everyone is having a wonderful day :D