I stand at the window of our room. It’s the middle of the night, but the streets are still alive, people still awake and walking. I couldn’t sleep and I didn’t want to wake up Abel with all my tossing and turning, so I came here.
But I should’ve known. Abel can’t sleep without me so he wakes a few minutes later and comes to stand behind me. His warm fingers grip my naked hips as he rubs his stubbled cheek over my hair.
“What you looking at, Pixie?”
“Them. Across the street.”
A couple stands on the sidewalk, wrapped around each other. They are young, must be our age, a couple of years younger maybe. The girl has a topknot and the guy’s wearing a cap that hides his face. They are leaning against the wall as the guy kisses her. They have backpacks on, their sneakers practically on top of each other as their hands tug and pull to bring each other close. Closer than physically possible. I know the feeling.
People pass them by without sparing a glance. They could be underage for all they know. They could be related for all they know. But no one questions their love, the way they eat at each other’s lips. I bet she’s moaning hard but it’s drowned by the midnight sounds of the city.
“Why does it hurt so much? Looking at them like that.” I press against him, running my ass up and down his dick, waking it up, making it hard.
His fingers tighten as he pinches my flesh. He starts to rock against me as well, dragging his veined arousal up and down the crack of my butt. I feel it getting wet and sticky as his dick oozes pre-cum.
“Because they have what we never did. Freedom to be in love.”
His misty words hit my ears, the nape of my neck and the slope of my shoulders, and travel down to my breasts. They become swollen and heavy, getting pulled down it seems by the force of the earth. There’s a tingling everywhere, on my nipples, my toes, the pads of my fingers, in the deep well of my stomach. In my core. I rub my thighs together.
“Why can’t you sleep, baby?”
“They’re not looking for us, Abel.”
He tenses behind me. “What?”
I haven’t told him about the conversation I had with Sky days ago. I didn’t know what to tell him, how to explain what I was feeling. I thought it would pass. But I can’t forget. I can’t forget that night. I can’t forget their evil, mean eyes. How my dad threw the boy I love in jail. How he beat him up. My mom’s accusations.
This is how innocent girls end up on the internet. You bring them up a certain way and this is how they repay you.
Now, I know he’s been feeling it too. The anger at the unfairness. The anger at being called what he’s not. We couldn’t do anything about it before. We kept it inside. We were helpless.
But we aren’t now. We’re free. We’re our own gods. We can do whatever we want. We can take that power back, bend the rules, hurt the universe, until we feel better.
We can make this our adventure. Our very first adventure as a married couple.
“My parents. They aren’t looking for us. They don’t care. They probably sleep at night, dreamless, without the guilt eating at them for what they did to us. They crucified us for no reason at all and they…” I drink my tears, swallow them down as I look at the couple, still kissing. “Aren’t getting punished for it.”
Abel drops his head on my shoulder; I can feel him shaking, vibrating, his chest expanding with furious breaths. “I wanna kill them. Every single one of them. Every time I think about what they put you through, I wanna set that town on fire.”
I sink my fingers in his soft hair, rocking against him.
“Me too. I thought I was done with that place but I’m not. I want to punish them. Be their worst nightmare,” I whisper, baring my throat, and he goes in for the kill.
All the aggression he’s feeling, he puts that into marking my skin. All pretenses are gone. We’re not accidentally touching each other in the dark or rocking our bodies innocently. It’s more than that. It’s the beginning of something. He’s thrusting his hips in a steady, long rhythm, using his hands to pull the cheeks of my ass apart, running the length of his cock in between the crease.
When he comes up for air, I spin around and get on my knees, looking up at him.
He glows, orange, red and yellow, courtesy of the streetlight and neon signs. God, he’s so big and tall and sturdy, his cock throbbing.
“Pixie…” He tries to step back a bit, but I grab onto his strong hairy thighs. So smooth yet coarse at the same time.
“Let me suck you off. I wanna do it. Please.”
It’s a surprise for me that I haven’t yet. I have tasted his cum, have licked the purple crown of his cock, but I haven’t ever sucked him off. I’m not sure why that is. Sometimes he’s too impatient to get inside me and sometimes I’m dying for him to fill me up.
But tonight, I want to do it.
Abel caresses my hair with his long fingers. “Be my guest, baby. But you can’t hold me responsible for what happens when you wrap your pretty pink lips around me.”
I lean forward and give it a tiny lick, making him hiss and fist my hair. “Yeah? What’s going to happen?”
From down on my knees, he looks massive. A tower. A building. The Empire State: tallest building I’ve ever seen. Every bulge of his muscles, every tight curve is on display and I want to lick him all over.
“I might end up fucking your tiny mouth like I fuck your tiny pussy and the best part’s that I won’t have to pull out. I’m gonna flood your hole this time,” he rasps.
I open my mouth and suck the salty crown like it’s a lollipop. His jaw goes slack and his head falls back. I hum around his engorged flesh. “Yeah, I want that. I want your cum, Abel. It’ll make me feel better.”
He lowers his head, his eyes blacker than ever, and his skin red and orange like a demon’s. “Yeah? You want your medicine, baby?”
I nod, fisting the base of his hot shaft and running it all over my wet lips. “And vitamins. I want my vitamins or I might die.”
“We can’t have that, can we? If you die, I die too.” He looms over me, a red and dark shadow, gathering my hair in a fist, arching my neck. “Then suck my dick, Pixie. Make me the happiest man alive.”
A current sizzles through my body, floods my core, and I do that. I suck his dick. My mouth opens, stretches like my cunt did all those weeks ago on the dirty, rough couch and I take him in. He’s hot and musky and salty.
My teeth collide with his velvety skin and he jerks, moaning. I’m swirling my tongue all over his sexy length, tasting him, committing him to memory so I can go on during the day when he’s gone and I can’t get to his dick. He’s the tastiest thing I’ve ever eaten in my life. Not even chocolate compares to the taste of my husband.
“Fuck, Pixie, you’re gonna kill me.”
I chuckle around his cock and he shudders. Right now, he’s letting me do whatever I want. Lick him all over, top to bottom. Swirl my tongue around his crown, fishing out his pre-cum from that pin-prick of a hole. Fisting the base of his shaft and twisting it, squeezing it like I’ve seen him do. But I know that soon he will use my mouth as he uses my tiny hole and fuck his aggression out. So I poke him with my tongue, play with his balls, run my nails up and down his thighs.
And then, it starts: his slow rocking. At first, it’s only superficial; his cock goes to the back of my mouth, that’s only slightly uncomfortable. But then, he pushes forward, making me take almost all of him. I dig my nails on the hard flesh of his thighs as my knees dig into the hardwood floor, and my ass and back hit the wall.
I’m choking on his length and he knows it. He stares down at me with mean, hooded eyes. “Am I curing you, Pixie?”
I moan, making him feel the vibrations on his length, arching my neck so I can take him in more.
He bares his teeth, like he’s an animal or a savage from olden times. “You’re a goddamn goddess, baby.”
His grunts and curses and praises are all making it better. It’s hard to breathe and my mouth is completely stretched out but I don’t care. Yeah, he’s making me feel better with his brutal thrusts and his brutal fingers in my hair. He’s curing me, making me forget everything. My medicine-man.
I let him use me and in that, I use him too. I play with my heavy breasts, pinch my sore nipples and flick my clit.
My body jerks and my curves bounce with his stabs and then, I’m coming on my hand and moaning all around his cock. He can’t hold on much after that. He starts firing his cum down my throat. Lash after lash of his sweet, salty cream. I cough out some, but mostly I gulp it down. I fill my stomach with the medicine he gives me; only then can I breathe.
Abel lets go of my hair and the strands fall down on my back as he pulls out, his cock all wet and shiny, coated in his own cum and my saliva. Wet strands connect my sore lips to the crown of his shaft, like some sort of erotic string of life. He’s about to lean over and get me up so he can wrap his arms around me; I know that. But I press my palms hard on his thighs and stop him.
On my knees, craning my neck up, I look at him, my husband, my god. “I’m scared.”
I don’t tell him about what but he already knows. He thumbs my wet, swollen lips, looking down at me. “I’ll take care of you. I’ll always take care of you.”
“It’s crazy.”
“So be it.”
“I don’t care if it’s a sin.”
“It’s not a sin. Nothing we do together is a sin. No matter how unconventional it is or wrong for other people, it’s right for us.”
“Yeah. It is. This is right for us. For me and you. I don’t want to follow any more rules. I don’t want to be like other people.” Swallowing, I nod. “I want to do it.”
The words are out and it makes me feel lighter. It makes me feel alive.
“You sure, Pixie?”
“I think I need to. I think we need to. We need our own world, where we set the rules. This world isn’t enough for us.”
He leans down, his silver cross dangling, grazing my lips, and hauls me to my feet. But he doesn’t let me stand on them even for a second. His hands go to my naked butt and hoist me up, my thighs winding around his waist.
Resting his forehead over mine, he whispers, “If you want a different world, Pixie, I’ll build it with my own hands. I’ll build the ground, the sky, the fucking stars. I’ll build you an entire universe. But you have to promise me something.”
I put my hand on his cheek. “I’ll promise you anything.”
“You won’t shed a single tear for your parents or that town. Not one. Not anymore.”
“I promise.”
He plants a hard kiss and then takes me to our bed. Our world. Our kingdom.