Bad Wrong Things

by C.P. Harris

A deep moan overran whatever he’d been about to promise when I flattened his chest to the floor, hiked his rump into the air and face-dove into his spread ass, sucking and using his hole like a straw.

he groaned, rearing into my mouth. I slurped up the leaking cum loudly, pausing a few times to sniff him because I couldn’t resist.

“To-touch… my...

“Jesus, I could eat you all night.”

“You wanna fuck me, you fuck me. We’ll take another sick day, and you’ll fuck me while I scream I can’t take it anymore.”

“This never ends, Clint.”

I should’ve kissed him longer, harder. I should’ve made love to him properly. I shouldn’t have gotten out of bed at all. I should’ve treated that moment like it would be our last. Because after that morning, everything changed.

“So what?” I laughed through my mania. “You’re fucking sacrificing me? Giving me to him like I’m some whore to pass around?”

“Aren’t you?”

“You didn’t seem to have a problem being loved by a whore, Clint. Does it scare you to know no one will love you more than me? More than this whore.”

“There has to be something…”

“I can move in with Link temporarily.”

“No,”

“Stop!”

“I’m staying here until I can afford something of my own. Deal with it.”

“If you so much as…” He jabbed a finger at me, ...

“What? Fuc...

I used staying with Link as a way to stay put. Didn’t mean Clint assuming I couldn’t keep my ass in m...

“You think I can’t contro...

“Do you really need me to an...

“Fuck you, ...

“And Joey, too, app...

Clint was jealous and disgusted with himself for it, and I had to pay the cost of doing business with his ego. His nostrils blew outward as his stern stare weakened, caught between apologizing and fuckin...

“You act normal. He doesn’t know anything.”

“Normal? Not all of us are good actors, Raven.”

No one would ever belong to him the way I did. So completely and without conditions. No one would know me like him.

He spat at my hole, making me more so, then dipped and removed one finger at a time, licking each clean.

“This is all you’re good for. Jesus,”

He splayed my cheeks, inserting his fuck-you finger alongside his dick, knowing there was no room for it.

“No one will fuck you better than me, Clint,”

“Feel me. Look ...

“No one can take your dick like I can.”

“How does it feel to know one day it won’t be your cock here?”

“When I’m done with your body, it’ll repel anything that isn’t me, Raven.”

“You’re worthless,”

My inner thighs were chafed from all the time Clint spent with his head forced between them. The cleft of my ass, too. He’d come rutting into the bedroom carpet as he ate my ass, cursing my whore-hole to open wider for him, his face drowning in cum and saliva. And if I inched away, he’d follow on hands and knees.

That became our sick, wicked game that week. I’d let him slip up and love me, and then get high off him punishing us both for it. And then I couldn’t wait to let him love me again.

That’s how addiction worked. I’d inherited mine—like mother like son. The substance I abused was Clint. He was the only thing I couldn’t quit at a moment’s notice. Not without an intervention or rehabilitation of great proportion. And not even then.

“I want this inside me, and I don’t want it removed until you’ve come to your fucking senses.”

“No means fucking no,”

I panted, itching for him to split me open.

“Because he was madly in love with you by then,”

“You’re intoxicating, Raven. I can imagine what having you in that way, and then losing you must have felt like.”

“You don’t even get it, do you?”

“Your body isn’t what does the seducing, Raven. It’s your love. The way you make us believe we can be and do anything. The way it protects us… I bet he never saw it coming. He’ll never get over you. Never.”

“Will you...

“I’ll try.”

“Where will you go?”

“I don’t know,” I said honestly. Far away from here.

“I had to watch you almost die, and it would’ve been the saddest death-tale ever told.”