Dead of Summer

“Go on and come for me. You’re being so good,” he whispers against my ear. “So keep it up for me. Come for me, Summer. I know how much you want to. Your pretty pussy is fluttering around my fingers and you need it, don’t you baby?” He picks up his fingers’ pace, until he’s nearly slamming into me as his thumb rubs and strokes mercilessly over my clit.

But I can’t.

Not for him.

At least, until his lips brush my ear, his teeth nipping at the delicate skin there before he whispers, barely audible above my pounding heart, “Come for me before I make you scream just so I can fuck you while their blood dries on this goddamn floor, Summer.”

That shouldn’t do it.

It should horrify me and bring me back from the edge I’m hovering over, and yet?—

With a muffled cry against his shoulder, I stiffen. My release tears through me, drawn out by the thrusting of his fingers and the soft praise against my ear. I can barely hear anything over the rush in my ears, and I can barely think when my brain is trying to go offline with pleasure.

But even as he drags out my release further, I can feel myself becoming overstimulated. Pleasure becomes pain, and I pull away from him to meet his eyes, hoping that I can convey with a look that I need him to pleasegodstop.

Seconds later my hands are released, and Kayde shoves his fingers into my mouth, curling them against my tongue with a pointed look that he keeps until I hesitantly flick my tongue against them, tasting my own release there. “Clean them off,” he tells me, as I distantly realize the other showers have been shut off.

“Like I said, I’m not asking to be his best friend, or his wife,” Darcy is telling Liza, seconds before Kayde shoves me down to my knees on the hard tile. “I just want to fuck him.”

His fingers card through my wet hair, his other hand curling around his impressive length that, until now, I haven’t gotten a good look at. But it’s impossible now to look away from the curved shaft or the head that leaks pre-cum against his fingers as he roughly drags his fingers up and down.

“You think he’s that good just by looking at him?” Liza snorts, sounding closer to the door. “I think you overestimate him.”

When Kayde taps my cheek, I don’t need to ask to know what he wants. But I hesitate anyway, until his brows lift just enough to show me he isn’t joking, and his breath hitches into soft, open-mouthed pants.

Hesitantly, I open my mouth, cheeks burning as I stick out my tongue and close my eyes hard against the sight above me that makes my stomach twist and turn, while causing the adrenaline in my veins itch for me to do something.

“We’ll see.” Darcy gives a soft chuckle. “I doubt he’s mean or selfish. I doubt he’s into any weird shit.” A soft groan meets my ears, and I flinch when the first drops of his release land on my cheek. The next lands on my tongue, and I nearly choke as cum trickles from my tongue into my mouth.

“If you say so.” Liza’s voice echoes, and I hear the outside door open. “Good night, Summer. See you tomorrow.”

“Night,” Darcy adds, just as Kayde’s grip tightens in my hair, forcing my head further back.

It takes me a moment, but I make some sort of noise of assent that must be good enough, because the shower house door swings shut just in time for Kayde’s growl to meet my ears.

“Keep your mouth open,” he orders, voice soft still. I don’t need to open my eyes to know what’s coming this time, either, but I flinch when spit joins the mess of cum in my mouth, mixing with it and causing my stomach to twist in protest. “Good girl, Summer. You know what to do.”

But I don’t want to.

Not that he cares, clearly. Hesitantly I close my mouth, eyes opening again as I swallow the mess of cum and spit he’s so kindly given me. Only then does his grip loosen, but when I try to pull away, his brows raise expectantly, and he doesn’t let me go anywhere at all.

“Th—” The words don’t want to come out. I’m so vehemently opposed to them that they scorch my throat as I finally manage to hiss, “Thank you,” in a less than convincing voice.

“You’re more than welcome,” he assures me, dragging me back up to my feet. He surprises me, however, when he wraps an arm around my waist and pulls me against him, my face pressed against his shoulder as he supports most of my weight on his chest and smooths a hand down my back.

“You were so good for me, sweetheart,” my ax murderer whispers against my hair, just over the sound of the water. “Just relax for me, baby. I’ve got you.”

Somehow, this is just as bad as everything else. My hands curl against his chest, eyes clenching shut again as I stand there against him, held up like a lover, and shudder with something that’s close enough to revulsion and fear that if it’s something else, I sure as hell can’t tell the difference.

“I hate you,” I whisper against his tanned, perfect skin, breathing in open-mouthed pants. “I hate you so much.”

“I know, Summer.” His hands shift down to my hips, just to wrap around me again and hold me close in his embrace like he really gives a damn. “But if you didn’t, then this wouldn’t be nearly as fun for me.”

CHAPTER TEN

Surprise trickles through my brain when I open my eyes in my cabin to stare at the ceiling. Had I actually, somehow, managed to sleep last night? I must have, given I don’t remember the sun rising and I feel more well rested than I would if I hadn’t closed my eyes at all.

I turn onto my side, legs curled up to my chest as I glare out the small window that’s mostly covered by a slightly dusty, navy curtain. I wish last night had been a dream. A nightmare, to be more accurate, but still…