Life & Love of the Tormented

Seventy Six

CARTER'S POV

The sound of her orgasm fills my ears as it rolls through her body. I'm completely lost in the sound of her pleasure, her taste, her touch, the feeling of her skin beneath mine. She overflows my senses. Sobering me from the booze in my veins but intoxicating me all at the same time.

I'm drunk on her...

Again...

"Wow", Amelia whispers through sharp shallow breaths snapping me out of my entrancement.

"Yeah?", I ask as I lift my face from between her thighs and bring myself to stand.

From where I'm stood at the end of the bed, our eyes lock. Hers may heavy and her body sags against the mattress. She looks exhausted...

But I need more of her...

I slowly brush my hands up the inside of her calves and silently beg her for more. I need her to let me use her body. To feel in control of something.

To feel...

Anything...

Anything but the pain I feel burning in my chest...

Amelia sits herself up, her dark hair falling loosely around her beautiful face and shoulders and down her back. She releases her once furrowed brow and her eyes soften before she stares up at me. She doesn't break eye contact as she continues to shift her weight on the bed. Her eyes narrow in on mine, captivating me. I can't take my eyes off her as she moves slowly onto her hands and knees and crawls seductively down to the end of the bed toward me.

Without breaking eyes contact she sits up onto her knees, resting her bubble ass on the heels of her feet.

As her warm naked chest is inches from mine she leans in, placing her lips at my ear. Her hot breath makes my skin erupt in goosebumps and as if she read my mind she says, "Fuck me like you hate me Carter. Make it hurt if you have to. Let it all out. Fuck me until your mind is numb."

AMELIA'S POV

I know what Carter needs. He needs to have control. He's spiralling and he can't stop. He has no control over what is happening with his Mum and he can't take it. I can't let him abuse alcohol to numb everything... Not that alcohol even did that... But knowing he won't cause any harm to me, I can allow him to use me... I want him to. If I can be his lifeline while he breaks, then I two will break with him.

  "Are you sure?", he whispers.

I nod, "I trust you", I say softly against his ear. "I know you won't hurt me."

  I move back to look at Carter's face and as I watch him, his expression changes. He closes his eyes tight and his jaw becomes clenched. He inhales deeply through his nose. His chest rises as it fills tightly with as much oxygen as possible.

  Carter lifts his face to look at me and as he exhales and opens his eyes they have darkened significantly. My drunken idiot is no longer anywhere to be seen. The devil takes place in his eyes and if I didn't know him, I'd be afraid,

  An almost evil grin crawls slowly across his face.

  "Pick a safe word", he growls lowly.

  "I will say 'enough' if it gets to much", I whisper back to him without skipping a beat, as if my brain had already prepared for this.

  I gulp down the saliva that has pooled in my mouth. My throat feels tight and dry and no amount of saliva seems to loosen it. I trust him one hundred percent but even as the adrenaline and anticipation of what's to come fills my veins, I'm also nervous.