“Don't hold back on my account,” I inform him, my voice breathy as my heart pounds in time to the pulse in my lower lips.
“Tarl will be mad if I break you open again,” he pouts, grabbing his shaft anyway and fisting it, pumping up and down until pre-cum glistens on the tip. My tongue darts out, desperate for a taste even though I'm lying prone with my back all kinds of fucked up. Escapism at its finest.
“I won't tell if you don't,” I whisper huskily, wiggling a hand underneath me, my fingers hitting the jackpot as my slicked-up clit meets them.
A sharp pain in my back makes me groan as my pussy floods with excitement and my eyes flutter. I don't close them completely, watching my devil boy as he pumps his shaft, delicious noises falling from his fuckable lips as he zeros in on what my hand is doing, before flicking back up to my back. His finger pushes deeper into my back, another sharp pain sending fire racing across my skin as my fingers strum a quick rhythm on my engorged bud.
“Naughty little broken bird,” he rasps out as another moan leaves my lips, bliss fluttering at the edges of my vision in kaleidoscopes of colors.
Looking up, his face is a mask of exquisite torture, his gaze fixed on my back, which, if the warmth seeping down my side is any sign, is currently bleeding. I watch enraptured as he brings a bloodied finger up to his plush lips, his eyes rolling back as his tongue flicks out and licks the crimson off, a deep animal sound of pleasure rumbling out of his chest.
My orgasm takes me by surprise, exploding over me like I dipped my finger into an electric current, and my whole body goes rigid as I cry out. My eyes flutter shut as wave upon wave of pleasure rolls over me, obliterating the pain from my wounds, as well as the fact that I'm being held against my will because of my shitty last name and a rivalry that started before I was even born.
The bed shifts beneath me, and I crack my eyes open to see devil boy up on his knees, his dick clutched in bloody fingers as he tugs at it with a furious intensity. Spellbound and unable to look away, I watch as he throws his head back, his own body going rigid and his member going rock-solid before spurts of creamy cum shoot out of him. I jerk a little as they hit my back, the slight sting not unpleasant though given all the endorphins running through me at the moment. The sight and feel of him coming all over me triggers another rush of wetness to pool out of me, a gasp leaving my lips as a second climax rips through me.
Moments pass, both of our panting breaths loud in the room's silence. The mattress moves again, and I open a single lid to watch my Baby Devil walk away, the sound of water running reaching my ears seconds later. He appears back in my line of sight, his naked body a masterpiece of pain and beauty, the entirety of his skin covered in stunning, black images and white scarring.
I clench my teeth when he cleans my back with a wet cloth, the cool flannel soothing at the same time as it stings.
“What's your name, Baby Devil?” I ask through gritted teeth as he makes another swipe.
“Jude,” he answers, the wet sound of the cloth hitting the carpet rings out as he drops it, clearly having finished his task. I feel the warmth of his breath fan over the skin along my spine before the soft caress of his tongue. Holy fuck, he's licking my blood off my back, and I shiver with the realisation.Why is that so fucking hot?
“Thank you, Jude,” I murmur, my breath stuttering with another swipe of his tongue. I'm a little unsure if I'm thanking him for the orgasm or the cleanup, but either way, a good job always deserves to be praised, I think.
“Oh, don't thank me, Nightingale. I haven't started breaking you yet.”
“I WANNA BE YOURS” BY ARCTIC MONKEYS
JUDE
I watch with delight as my little Nightingale widens her eyes, the traces of languid pleasure dissipating as fear enters her emerald depths. I eat it up, relishing the heady feeling of power that I get from her terror.
She shows no other signs of fright, her breathing even and the tremble gone from her limbs. Such a beautiful, brave bird.
“You need to eat!” I declare, and this time she does flinch, then winces in pain. Fucking exquisite. “I'm going to get you some food, my little Nightingale, and you'll eat it all up like a good little pet, won't you?” My eyes narrow in a hard glare, and she just nods, a bemused look on her beautiful, pale face. “I knew you would,” I praise, placing a gentle kiss on her forehead before heading out of the room.
Jogging down the stairs, I whistle the tune to “Part of Your World,” my Nightingale reminding me of that sexy, red-headed mermaid.
“Please tell me you didn't fucking sleep naked next to her?” Aeron's exasperated voice sounds to my right, and I glance over to see him pinching the bridge of his nose, his eyes closed in frustration. My lips tilt upwards in a Cheshire Cat grin.
“Of course I fucking did,” I reply, tsking and rolling my eyes at his stupid question. “Where else was I going to sleep? And you know I don't like PJs.”
“It's my fucking bed, Jude!” Aeron shouts, rising from his seat at the dining table, his glare focused on me. His laptop sits on the glass tabletop, his phone placed next to it, but it’s the way his cheeks flush that really captures my attention. Interesting that my Nightingale has already ensnared him. I enjoy seeing him ruffled.
“You could have joined us, brother. I don't mind,” I tell him reasonably, my grin growing wider as his left eye twitches. Dismissing him, I turn and head towards the kitchen area, thinking about something to make for her to eat. “Eggs are too messy, something that I can feed her, I think…” I say aloud, opening the fridge and looking at the contents.
“What are you doing?” Aeron asks me, coming up behind me, annoyance still clear in his tone.
“Do you think chicken ramen? Or maybe some Bellinis?” I question, turning back to see the perplexed look on his face, and chuckling. “No, you're right, we need something we can feed her bite-sized pieces of so she has to wrap her lips around my fingers.”
“What the fuck are you talking about, Jude?” He leans over and slams the fridge door shut with enough force to rattle the bottles inside. I don’t jump though, nothing much frightens me anymore, not since June. I briefly wonder where the others are, then dismiss them as I look at my brother.
“Nightingale needs feeding, brother mine. You said we need to take care of her,” I remind him, trying to think of something to give her.
“So you decided you were going to feed her in my fucking bed?” he asks, and I can practically see the grinding of his teeth. It makes me smile. I knew he liked her, he wouldn’t be this annoyed if he didn’t.
“Well, she can't exactly get up right now, can she, silly?” I chuckle, then click my fingers as the perfect idea springs tomind. “Pancakes!” I shout, opening the fridge and grabbing out the milk, then pushing past my older brother to grab the other ingredients. He stumbles back, and I just know that he’s glaring at me. The thought makes me cackle softly under my breath.
