Fourth a Lie

I’ve been good.

So please, please give me bad!

Struggling to breathe, I wriggled my hand between us as Sully continued his ruthless staggering march. I fisted the iron rod between his legs, the tip slippery with pre-cum, popping out the top of his black boxer-briefs.

The stupid fingerprint sensors tried to scramble how delicious he felt. My eyes were hazy from the lenses. My skin slippery with oil I didn’t need. I’d been prepared for a session to be fucked and taken...and instead, I’d only been given refusals and rejection.

Tears tracked down my cheeks.

I was pitiful.

I was pain.

I was pathetic as I rubbed him with an invitation he didn’t want. “Please, Sully. I can’t survive this much longer.”

He stumbled, his jaw locking as he looked down into my sweat-flushed face. “Eleanor...” His forehead furrowed into thick tracks. “I need to get you safe. Stop touching me.”

My smoking, malfunctioning heart faltered. “You don’t want me?”

That killed me.

Annihilated me.

Thick torrents of desolation spilled over as I lost myself deeper to elixir.

He doesn’t want me.

He can’t help me.

He’s immune.

I sobbed as my other hand went to my breast, squeezing and massaging, my fingernails digging punishingly into my nipple.

Sully groaned and kept running, jostling me in his arms, not caring about my disease or interested in granting me medicine.

I cried harder as my right hand squeezed him and my left dove between my legs.

I screamed as I thrust two fingers inside, rubbing my clit with my thumb, humping air, horny and hungry, a madwoman in his arms.

If he won’t help me...I have no choice.

“Fuck, Eleanor!” He tripped again.

I didn’t care.

If he dropped me, I could writhe on the sand. I could dig my heels into the ground and spread my legs as I—

“Oh, yes...” My first release, the most painful release, shot like a bullet from my heart. Its trajectory pulverised ribs, ricocheted around my core, suffocating me with wave after wave of indecent demented pleasure.

Nothing else mattered but that.

Nothing else compared.

It’s not enough.

I’d forgotten why we were running.

Why he was broken and bloody.

Just take me.

God, please, please take me.

As the final clench of my release left me hanging in his arms, I sniffed back my tears with determination.

I had a man.

He might be oblivious to the hissing hunger between us, but I wasn’t.

I lived within it.

I was it.

I’ll show him.

Wrapping my fingers around his neck, I smeared my spent pleasure against his nape, and tugged at his thick dark hair. I rose in his arms and captured his earlobe with my mouth. “I need you to fuck me, Sully.”

“Goddammit.” He tripped again, his arms squeezing me tight. “Christ, you’re destroying me. Fight it!”

Fight it?

Impossible.

My tongue licked his ear and down his throat.

My teeth sank into his neck.

His chest heaved with breath. His arms spasmed.

I bit him harder, licking the feverish metallic salt from his skin.

My hand dove between us, finding his cock again.

Hard.

Rock hard and straining against its entrapment.

“Stop it!” he growled, breaking into a staggering run, making me jerk. My teeth sank deeper into his neck for purchase, and my hand wriggled farther into his underwear, finding the throbbing weight of his balls.

He stumbled.

We fell.

He collapsed to his knees, barely holding onto me as my feet hit the sand and every desire and wish and need rose to unbearable levels.

“Fuck me, Sully. I need it.” I scrambled from his embrace, straddling his lap and ripping at his boxers.

He grabbed my biceps as I angled his cock, attempting to spear him inside me.

“Eleanor!” He shook me, holding me upright, preventing me from sinking down. “We can’t do this. We don’t have the time.”

I cried again, beside myself with pain.

I needed him.

Couldn’t he see that?

Couldn’t he hear my crazy, chaotic heart?

Tears came again, possessive tears, jealous tears, rejected tears. “I need you.” I gawked at his cock. I licked my lips at the proud tip and angry veins. Something stabbed the centre of my chest as air turned to cyanide in my lungs.

Please.

Can’t you see...

I’m not well.

I’m dying.

I need you!

I tried to kiss him.

I fixated on his mouth.

Kiss me.

I’ll come from a kiss.

Please!

He shook me harder. “You will die if we stay here. I will die. We will all fucking die. Is that what you want?”

I tumbled into him, rubbing my head against the crook of his shoulder like a cat in heat. “I don’t care. I’ll die if you don’t fuck me.”

“You’re being dramatic. You won’t die.”

“I will!”

“You won’t!”

I tried to sink down again, snapping my teeth at his strength. “You did this to me. You created this.”

“You’re right. And that’s why I’ve decided to destroy every vial of that fucking elixir.” Shoving me away, he stood on shaky legs and bent to grab me. “It’s pure suicide.”

I lay back and spread my legs. I blatantly, indecently rubbed my clit. I gave him a show, revealing everything.

I begged and pleaded and cajoled. “Please, Sully. I...I...” My teeth pinched my bottom lip as a second orgasm got lost and went to my heart instead. It tingled and prickled, feeling like a thousand stinging needles.

Please!

I knew I needed to come, but I...I couldn’t...

Please!

“Goddamn you, Eleanor.” Sully dropped back to his knees. With one arm around my waist, he pulled me into him. A second later, his large hand cupped me, and three fingers thrust inside me.

I screamed.

I couldn’t help it.

His mouth clamped over mine, hiding my cries, silencing me with a vicious kiss. He wasn’t teasing or tame; he didn’t give me time to swell or enjoy the steady sinful build-up. He might not let me have him, but he fucked me with his hand, driving into me, making me bow into his control.

My mouth opened, and my belly spasmed as my second orgasm figured out where it belonged, racing to my core and splitting me in two.

His tongue plunged deep into my mouth, keeping time with his fingers, consuming me, wounding me, wringing every clench of my climax to the end.

The second I went from stiff with pleasure to lax with relief, he withdrew his fingers, pushed me away, and shoved painfully to his feet.

Bending down, he held out his hand. The same hand that’d just been inside me. Threads of desire glistened over his three fingers, thick and condemning, making me shiver with shame, then melt in carnal craving.

“Come. We need to go. Now. Before you suffer again.”

My hands ran over my breasts on their own accord, gasping as I squeezed hard. “I’m already suffering.”

“Fight it.” He grabbed my wrist and hauled me to my feet.

Rearranging his boxer-briefs, half of his massive cock straining out the top, he broke into a limping run. I tripped and ran beside him, my breasts bouncing, my hair wild, my lust trickling thickly down my inner thigh.