I cry out, the sound plaintive and small compared to the enormous rushing of the night wind. Theo’s thick, hot tongue swipes the full length of my slit, making my whole body shudder. When his teeth scrape softly against my clit, I scream.
I scream like I really am being murdered out here.
He growls against me, the vibrations not that different from my favorite toy, the little rabbit vibrator that I keep in my bedside drawer. But fuck me, this is so much better. He eats me like he’seatingme, like he wants to devour me from the pussy up. When I look down, past my bent-in-half torso, all I can see are my pale, mud-streaked legs and his blond hair.
“I’m gonna come,” I whisper, dropping my head back into the mud. The lake laps over us, and the cold of the water is a sharp contrast to Theo’s hot, killer’s tongue. I jolt, but he doesn’t even seem to notice, just thrusts his tongue into my cunt and suckles down on my clit. I shriek again, arching into him, and my orgasm is a tight, painful knot in my belly. “I’m gonna come!” I shout again, slamming my fists into the mud, and Theo groans, and then I do, the pleasure is hot and pulsing as it pours through my body.
Immediately, Theo flips me over, forcing me onto my hands and knees. The waves splash around us, the mud sucking at my fingers.
A second later, my killer is inside me.
He pushes his cock into me the way he did in the cabin: suddenly, violently, painfully. I scream again, curling my fingers up like I’m dying. And Theo fucks me like he’s killing me. His strokes are fast and hard and brutal, and my whole body shakes with each impact. I slump forward, laying my cheek on the shore, gasping as Hanging Lake splashes over my mouth and my nose, flooding my sinuses with cold, steely lake water.
Theo’s stabbing me. He’s drowning me. My cunt clenches down on him, begging for more.
Another wave splashes over us. I choke and sputter, sucking down too much dirty lake water. For a moment, I can’t breathe, and the world is dark and murky like I’m at the bottom of the lake.
He’s killing me, I think numbly.
I come.
The orgasm that tears through me at that moment is overwhelming, in large part because I didn’t expect it. But everything is so perfect: Theo’s big, stretching cock, the water splashing into my mouth, the dizzying lack of air.
The idea that I might die like this.
I scream again, sucking in more lake water, enough that my chest burns and the world starts to go dark and light like old film, and I feel a kind of hot, terrible desperation at the edge of my pleasure.
And then there’s a pain in my scalp, and this time when I suck in my breath, it’s air that fills my lungs, not water. My orgasm is still ripping me apart, my cunt contracting and squeezing around Theo’s painful, driving cock.
But his hand is tangled up in my hair, holding my head above the mud and lapping waves.
He didn’t kill me at all. In fact, he saved my life.
I scream again, lake water dripping down my chin. Theo jerks me backward until I’m sitting on his cock, his arms squeezing tight around my chest as I bounce up and down on him, impaling myself on his erection as he bites at my neck—small, warning little nips that sting my skin.
He growls into me, his breath hot and shuddery. I squeeze down on his cock, wanting him to come inside me again, wanting to feel his hot seed leak down my thigh. Wantinghim, this killer who wouldn’t let me die even though I was chasing it, finally freeing all those dark, tumultuous desires I’ve always locked away.
Until him.
He growls and squeezes me so tightly I can’t move. Then he roars, bucking his hips into me as he pumps his cum up into my pussy. He doesn’t sound human.
He isn’t human.
I slump back against his chest, trying to catch my breath. The wind picks up, and the mud and lake water on my skin suddenly feels too cold, too clammy. I shiver, and Theo nuzzles softly against my neck, right before he pulls us both up to our feet, his cock sliding out of me in the process. The waves splash harmlessly around our ankles.
Then he turns me around, and I look up at him in the darkness, my legs wobbling. He signs something, and I have to squint it to make it out.
“You were drowning yourself.”
My heart thumps.
“You didn’t let me,” I counter.
Theo smooths my wet hair back from my cheek. His eyes are human again, hidden by the darkness. No predatory eye shine. I miss it.
Theo lifts his hands close to my face, like he wants to make sure I can see.
“Why would I want you to die?” he asks.
