Evil Among Us (bxb)

Part 2 | Gifted Child

Part 2 | Gifted Child
Dale Caldwell

"Oh, Travis!" I yell out, my eyes shut tightly. The masculine and calloused hands around my waist refusing to stop motioning up and down my torso. His fingers pressing into my skin and massaging the lean muscles as they go.

"You like that?" He asked, his cockiness still apparent the sound of his voice and that incessant smirk he keeps wearing.

There was a darkness in my eyes, slowly accumulating, waiting for depravity. When people refer to the demon inside of us, they do not know how literal it could be.

I push my body back onto Travis, making him lose his grip and fall down the bed and onto the nicely carpeted floor.

"When I said, take me home, I actually meant—"

"Cuddling." He smirked.

"NOOO! Why would I go all this way for s-s-some innocent cuddling?!" Whoa, slight slur there.

"Hey! It felt great, didn't it?" He had the decency to sound a little bit doubtful, at least.

"Are you twelve?! Is this basically you, telling me you're twelve?!" At this point, I was already putting my shoes back on. Clumsily, if I may add.

"Dude, no, I'm nineteen." He scratched his head, trying to figure out what was going wrong here.

"JESUS! Okay, WOW! I'm leaving." I didn't even bother putting my shoes back on. I kinda forgot how to. Shit, did I drink that much? I just grabbed the green hoodie from the chair in front of his computer and slid it on, covering my previously naked chest.

Travis was far taller than I was. He stood at a height of about 6'2 feet compared to my humble 5'8. It did not intimidate me however, because he was a complete man-child.

"I can't get through the door if you're in my way." I said this slowly, so he could understand. I also said this slowly, because the world was sort of slowing down for a moment there.

He moves aside, scratching his head still, with other hand absentmindedly scratching his left pec. Okay, he was hot and handsome as hell. He was tall and buff too, but what the actual fuck?

I walk out of the apartment and he chooses to follow me outside in just his boxers. The chill of the night was already biting into my skin, but it did not seem to faze Travis. I started walking towards the elevator but he snatches my wrist, his hand strangely too warm.

"Come back." He demanded, his eyes narrowed and he seemed a little pissed off. Now I know we're both sexually frustrated. Damn, I need to get laid. I take another glance at his sinful body and then at the stony expression of his face.

"Angry sex it is." I say dryly, taking my wrist back from his warm grip.

"You have one chance." I reminded him.

He smirks again, instantly making me roll my eyes, but he leads me back into his apartment. This time Travis makes me scream over and over again for extraordinarily wonderful reasons.

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I wake up to the sound of monkeys shrieking loudly. The alcohol last night was finally letting itself show in the form of a light headache. I try lift myself up into a sitting position, but a large meaty arm was wrapped tightly around my waist. A broad and muscular chest was firmly planted behind me. His warmth radiating all over my back. A large remote control was stuck on my lower thigh.