There is no finesse or beauty in the way that we want each other. It’s raw need, desire, and hate mixed in a dangerous combination. We’re both so angry at each other and at the entire world, yet we crave more.
“More!” Jude says.
I want to fuck him to death, and I’m pretty sure he wants the same. His hands find their way to my thighs, where he digs his nails into my skin. I add a second finger with more lubricant, and he pushes back on my hand.
“More,” he repeats.
And there’s something strange in his voice. He sounds truly desperate this time. As if the events of today are weighing on him and the need to push it all away takes over.
I’m desperate, too. I keep thinking about Helios, day and night. About the monster I’ve become in his story. I’m the monster who haunts his past. He has now found a lover, and they’re traveling the wastelands together. I’m left behind, to fuck a man who hates me and can’t wait to put a bullet through my brain.
And yet, this man is the only one who wants me on this earth. Even if it’s something as fleeting as lust. For now, it’ll get us through one more day.
I align my cock with his entrance and start pushing in. Jude’s moans turn dirtier. No wonder he managed to worm his way into the King of Merchants’ bed. He’s a siren. I thrust, going deep, and his sweet moans turn into screams. If there is an old god living in those parts, we’re screwed.
I start thrusting hard, with no care to make it last. I can’t control myself. Neither can Jude… After only a few back and forths, he’s coming all over the rock. The smell of his arousal only urges me on, harder and faster. A sob escapes his lips. I pull his body along mine, his back to my chest, and my hand encircles his throat to keep him from escaping.
He’s crying openly now. I know it’s not because of me. The orgasm opened the gates to the flood, and his feelings are pouring out. His tears, strangely enough, turn me on. Not because he’s sad, but because his vulnerability is refreshing. And through all this madness, they’re the only thing that feels real.
Jude, the ruthless survivor, is crying in my arms. And I can’t get enough of him.
A few more hip-thrusts and my own orgasm takes me. I don’t pull out and come inside him. I lick one of the tears sliding down his cheek. It tastes salty, like the water in the jellyfish tank.
We catch our breath for a moment. His chest rises and falls under my hand. I can feel his heart beating through the thin skin of his throat.Thump-thump,thump-thump. It echoes my own.
Jude tries to push me away, but I get a hold of his hands again.
“Where do you think you’re going?” I say in his ear.
He gasps as I turn him swiftly and push his back against the smooth rock. He struggles for a moment, and I send a light electric charge in warning. I pull his legs apart and insert two fingers inside him. He finally stops fighting me. He’s so warm and slippery. His body melts over the rock, turning liquid. I fuck him with my hand and kiss my way over his stomach and to his nipples. He moans loudly, and his hands pull on my hair enough to hurt.
“I’m not done with you yet,” I tell him when I reach his lips.
“Fuck…” he breathes out, “it’s…”
I kiss him again. “Happy to oblige.”
His eyes are red, but he’s not crying anymore. He’s arching his back as I tease that sweet spot inside him.
Oh, yes. I’m far from done with him. I want to fill him with my semen and lubricant.
“You asked for a distraction. Prepare to be distracted,” I say.
His laugh turns into a scream as I bury my fingers even deeper. A courtesan in a small town on the coast taught me how to find the prostate a few years ago. I’m now using that skill to make Jude lose his mind. He squirms under me, and I bite his nipple.
“Fuck… you…” he says. But his hands are still in my hair.
Once I have him begging for more, I open his legs even wider and penetrate him without warning. This time, there is no resistance. His body is getting used to me.
Jude throws his arms over my shoulders and hangs on to dear life as I fuck him.
A god could walk by, and I wouldn’t be able to stop. It feels like I’m the one losing my mind.
The water sloshes around us as I ram into him over and over again.
This is madness. But madness has never felt so good.
Jude scratches my back with his nails before encircling my throat with his right hand, cutting the airflow. It urges me on, and I bite the tender spot between his neck and shoulder. He shouts as he comes. His semen drips down my stomach before disappearing into the water. He goes slack in my arms as I keep on fucking him.
