The Strange Good Girl

Chapter Eighteen: Needed

His hips twitched as she slowly wrapped her hand around his throbbing hardness and gave it a light squeeze. She ran both her hands slowly over his chest running her fingertips over each of his scars. He struggled to stay still as each stroke sent an electric shock through him. He took in deep breaths fighting the urge to pin her back down and pound away at her tight wetness.

Her hands lightly trailed up his neck as she positioned herself to where his painfully erect cock was between her legs barely touching her skin. His whole body was on sensory overload from her stimulating touches and the sound of her uneven breathing, he didn't think he could get any more aroused than he was in that moment. Both her hands disappeared from his face and there was a sudden smacking noise and he felt a sharp slap on his ass. That sent an amazing sensation through his body. She had never touched him there before nor had he touched her there either. Curious he mimicked her giving her a hard smack as well.

She gasped in surprise and smiled to herself. She wiggled her hips causing his hardness to hit between her thighs. He grunted and she could hear the sheets beneath him rip. His hand searched up her leg to her inner thigh. He inserted two fingers into her slick opening. She took a sharp intake of breath as he began to work them around inside of her.

He knew the only way to get her to stop his torture was to torture her back. As he continued to work his fingers inside of her he grabbed her ass hard and massaged one of her breasts. After a moment or two of this she pulled his hand out of her breathing erratically she dug her nails into his arms and pulled him into a long passionate kiss. Licking the blood from his cracked lips he pushed her back down onto the sheets and her wetness enveloped his hardness once again.

She knew there was no stopping his this time, it didn't matter she was so close to cuming she couldn't withstand waiting any longer. As he pounded into her she rubbed her clit finally bringing herself to climax.

"Jason... don't stop... harder!" The girl screamed and he could feel her clench around his hardness bringing him closer to his release. He held himself steady on the girl's shoulders and buried his face in her neck. She twitched and writhed beneath him. "Cum for me, cum for me Jason." She whispered into his ear. A few more hard thrusts and his warm seed filled the girl. Cuming in her after all the torture and stimulation was a million times better than when she used her mouth on him. He bit her hard on the neck and she moaned in response. As he finished his last thrust into her he heard a loud pop come from beneath him and the girl shrieked in pain.

He quickly rolled off the girl and laid next to her catching his breath. "Holy shit you broke me! Get up! Turn the light on! What did you do to me?!" He felt her foot kick him and he fumbled around in the dark to find his mask on the floor next to his pants. After replacing his mask he found the light switch and squinted in the light as he put his pants back on. Once his eyes were adjusted to the light he examined the girl. She had pulled the sheet over her, and looked fine except for her shoulder looked slightly out of place.

Tears were streaming down her face as she stared up at him. He cocked his head to one side and lifted her arm. She screamed loudly. "Don't fucking touch it! It's my shoulder isn't it?" He nodded. "I can't believe you dislocated my shoulder!" She began taking in long deeps breaths.

"Help me sit up." She reached her good arm out to him. She scooted to the edge of the bed next to him. "I need you to pop my shoulder back into place. This is very very important, if you don't do it right you can screw up my whole arm. Give me your hand."

He placed his hand in hers and she lightly rested it on her dislocated shoulder. "Ok when I tell you to you need to push it up and in. But you need to do it slowly. You understand?" He nodded and she got to her feet letting the sheet fall to the floor. She leaned against the wall in the corner of the room by the nightstand to hold herself steady and Jason followed. "Ok now start pushing it up." He used both his hands one an inch below her shoulder and the other on her elbow. She winced in pain as he moved it up millimeter by millimeter. "Now pop it in really fast." With a quick motion there was a loud pop and she screamed sliding to the floor in pain.

Jason stood over her unsure of what to do besides stare at her nakedness. She flexed her hand then her elbow then her shoulder. "I'll be fine, the muscles in my shoulder are going to hurt like hell for awhile but you fixed it. Thanks. Can help me up my legs feel like limp noodles." He almost smirked beneath his mask and pulled her to her feet. "I don't know about you but I'm going to take a shower. You could join me if you like." She smiled at him.

Shower together? The idea intrigued him. He would be able to see her naked more that way since the lights were always off when they had sex. He tilted his head to one side as she turned the bathroom light on. She looked back at him rolling her eyes. "Don't worry I won't make you take your mask off." He huffed at her remark. Would she ever let it go?

She examined the bite mark Jason left on her neck and winced as she touched it. She turned and glared at him. "Ok next time please don't use me as support. I don't care if you reduce the headboard to splinters, I'm a lot more fragile than you." As she turned on the shower she could feel Jason standing right behind her. "You know if you keep doing the creepy standing behind me thing I'm seriously going to put a fricken bell on you."

The girl stepped into the shower and turned to him. "Well are you getting in or are you just going to stand there and stare at me the whole time?" He removed his pants and joined her in the shower. He stood out of reach of the water and watched the girl clean herself. He liked the way the water played on her skin. She held a soap filled purple sponge out to him he shook his head. "Oh come on. When was the last time you even used soap?" He shrugged. "Yeah, get your ass over here." She attempted to pull him by the wrist into the water. He didn't really want to get clean he was just there for the view.

"Fine." She smiled to herself as she began scrubbing him starting from his feet and working her way up. He stood still the entire time. She stopped at his neck and turned to rinse the sponge off. "Are you just going to just stand there or do I have to rinse you off myself?"

He finally took a step into the water. She rolled her eyes at him and pulled him by the arm further into the water. He looked down at himself as all the suds and dirt washed off of his skin and swirled down the drain. The girl placed her hands on his chest and she ran her fingers over his bullet wounds. Looking down at her he saw something in her eyes he hadn't seen before. He didn't know exactly what word best described the emotion he saw in her but he knew it well. The fear of losing someone, a feeling he had known well.

"When I heard those gun shots earlier before I got to you, I thought you might be hurt or even dead... I was so relieved when I saw you. I don't know what I'd do if something happened to you, after my Mom died I didn't have anyone, so I settled for those shitty excuses for friends, then you found me. I know what we share isn't anywhere near a practical relationship, but it's better than ones I've had before. Without you I have nothing..." She rested her head on his chest letting the water run over the both of them.

He wasn't sure how to react to her words and wondered if there was a second meaning behind them. He wrapped his arm around her in an attempt to comfort her and she turned her face up to him and stood on her toes kissing his mask. She reached and turned the water off and stepped out of the shower.

She dried herself the best her sore shoulder would allow her to ignoring Jason's eyes watching her every movement. He stood a foot away from her dripping wet. She grabbed the other towel off the rack and held it out to him, instead of taking it he stared at it. "Here. You need to dry off." He finally took it after staring blankly back at her for a moment.

He never dried himself off after washing up before, he saw no point in it, but he mimicked what the girl had done before him and retrieved his pants off the floor. "Give me those." She snatched them from his hands before he could put them on. "Go put some clean clothes on. You've been wearing those for the past three days!" Getting annoyed with her he went into his room and put on some clean clothes.

She gathered up all the dirty clothes scattered throughout her room and threw them into the hamper after putting on a clean pair of underwear and a long nightshirt. With her good arm she dragged the full hamper down the hall and started a load of wash. She wandered into the kitchen and wrapped an ice pack in a hand towel and returned to her room. Jason was sitting on his side of the bed. He was in a dark blue pair of jeans and a white t-shirt that bulged over his arm muscles.

The girl turned the lights off leaving them in the dark. He felt her sit on the bed and lay down next to him. He laid on top of the sheets and heard the girl exhale loudly.

"Comehere." She felt around in the darkness and brought his arm around her. Hescooted closer to her and ran his fingers through her hair. Once the ice packon her shoulder soothed her muscle pain she drifted into sleep wrapped inJason's arms.