I fall onto the bedframe and land with a jarring thud against the wood. I let out a dull groan and try to roll to the side, but Static climbs on top of me and pins me in place with his body.
“Where do you think you’re goin’?”
“Uh, um—" I stutter. I feel so hot all over, I’mburningup.Static’s on top of me. I can feel every inch of him pressed against every inch of me. His leather boots against my legs, the coolness of the buckles against my skin. It’s dizzying.
“You’re mine for the night, darlin’, and you’re stayin’ right here,” he drawls, and my body wracks with a shiver. Because,yes,I think I want that, too.
This is it.
I’ve gone insane.
But who better a person to lose my sanity with than Static the clown?
“Yes,” I breathe my concession, and Static gasps.
“Fuck, you’re too good for me.” And then, his mouth is on mine and all I taste, breathe, smell is him as he attacks me with his tongue. It’s hot and wet and persistent as it plunders my mouth, licking every inch it can reach.
I’m pliant against him, breath unsteady and shaky as his sharp teeth sink into the skin of my lip. I hiss, back arching, which makes more of our skin touch, and it’selectrifying.
“Open for me, my treat. Give me more,” he says against my mouth, and I don’t know what he’s asking for, but when his fingers enter my mouth, I open as wide as I can and suck the digits hard. “Fuck, darlin’, that’s it. Just like that. Get ‘em nice and wet.” I lave my tongue around his bare fingers, tasting the faintest traces of salt as I suck it off his fingers.
My mind lulls into a dull buzz that slowly gets louder the longer our eyes remain connected in the flashing darkness to light.
“Time to let go, treat, and see what comes next,” he tells me softly, and I release his fingers with a wetpop.
His hand disappears from sight, but I feel the warmth as it moves down my body, and I know where it’s going, but I don’t tense.
I’m not scared.
I want this.
I want him and all his fucked-up craziness.
I want this before it’s too late.
When wet fingers slip beneath the edge of my boxers, I can’t help but gasp.
“Nervous, darlin’?” he asks, and it sounds like he’s being sarcastic, but I know he’s being serious. I stare into his eyes and note his pinched brows and curled in lips.
“No,” I tell him honestly, not a single stutter in sight. I’ve never felt surer about a decision in my life.
Not even leaving my parents.
I need this—him.
“Good,” he praises, and then, his wet fingers are between my cheeks and rubbing against my hole. I gasp at the sensation, having never been touched there before, and it’s so foreign. I didn’t know what to expect, but this…
“Oh…” I breathe out as I let the tension melt from my body while Static rubs softly but intently against me.
“You like that, darlin’?” he asks, and I nod as I bite my lip.
“Mhm.”
His eyes are dancing, and it makes me feel hot. “What about this?” he asks softly, and one finger probes against my hole and slowly pushes inside. I gasp at the sensation. It’s tight and weird, and I clench against it. “Relax. Just breathe, and let me in.” He leans forward and kisses my forehead, but he doesn’t pull his finger out as I twitch around it, and I’m thankful.
It stings just a bit, but the longer he waits, the easier it becomes to get used to.
This isn’t so bad…
