Desire C.B

51

Warning: Brief graphic conversation of detailed murder - just a conversation, no actions, no flashbacks etc, conversation of religions + mental illness including extremally brief mention of suicide - just a topic, nothing major.

This chapter has a lot of dialogue you've been warned lol

*Colby's POV*

"What a way to start my morning" I snickered, pressing my lips against Leighton's pulse point.

"I can't believe you got me to have sex with you in your mother's house" She grumbled, chucking my towel at me.

"You could've said no" I smirked and she rolled her eyes, wrapping her towel around her body.

"It's your birthday, I'm not allowed" She said and I shook my head, grinning, wrapping my arms around her.

"You're always allowed to say no baby"

"Mhm" She sarcastically hummed.

"You just didn't want to. Can't say no to my dick can you?" I teased, her hand quickly going behind her back, pinching my stomach. "Hey!"

"That was for being an asshole" She gave me an annoyed grin and I placed my hands on her hips, turning her around.

"I wasn't being an asshole. I was just stating facts"

"You just called me dick obsessed!"

"That's not what I said, so if that's what you heard..." I trailed off, feeling her hand cup me and squeeze.

"Careful what you say baby-"

"Yeah? Why's that?" I tested, ignoring the pressure of her hand on my dick.

"If I remember correctly... you said I held the power, meaning you could go a very long time without putting your cock in my cunt" 

"Please, you think you could hold out?!" I cackled, watching her eyes harden.

"You don't think I could?"

"Leighton, it takes me two seconds to get you on your knees fawning for me" 

"Want to make a bet Brock?" She asked and I quickly shook my head. "See!" She laughed.

"Why would I make a bet that would make me lose sex? I'm not stupid" I chuckled, Leighton glaring.

"You're annoying"

"Why? Because I said you're a slut for my dick?" I laughed and she flipped me off.

"I hate you"

"And my awesome dick?" 

"Can you shut up already?" She whined and I shook my head.

"Why would I want to do that?"

"Because otherwise I will murder you"

"Baby you're five foot four. I'm five eleven. I'd like to see you try"

"Don't underestimate an angry girl. There are a lot of ways I could murder you that have nothing to do with height. For starters, I could shoot you. Don't have to be tall for that. The classic olden days way of doing it is poison. Little arsenic in your food, done-zo. I heard chloroform is pretty good. I could invite you to have sex with me, tie you up, slit your throat. What are you going to do then? I heard dying of a broken heart is pretty effective. You know in the olden days these men would go to war and their girlfriends or wives would hear that they died and they'd off themselves just for the man to be alive and come back home"

I was stunned.

"So like..... do you just think about this in your free time?" 

"Would you kill yourself for me?" She asked, taking me back.