Zombie Boy - Kyle Spencer - American Horror Story

Chapter 10

Kyle's hands slid over my body. His black pants were bunched around his ankles. The fabric of his sky blue boxer shorts tickled the skin on my thigh. I could feel him hard against my leg, pushing harder and harder.

"I don't think I can wait," he breathed into my ear and I squeezed my eyes shut. I wanted to slide his boxers off. I wanted to drag him into the shower and feel the hot water burn my skin as he thrusted inside of me. I never wanted anything so badly before.

He smashed his lips against mine, it was rough but it felt good. There was so much tension we couldn't possibly be gentle. I ran my fingers through his blonde curly hair, pulling hard as he bit my bottom lip so hard I could taste my own blood. We needed each other so badly that we couldn't be soft. I bit him back, our blood smearing across our mouths, mixing together on our tongues. 

Kyle slid my dress up my legs and ripped it over my head, breaking our kiss for only seconds. I yanked his shirt off of his arms, dragging my hands all over the thick scars lining his body. They didn't disgust me. They made me love him even more. It made me feel like less of a freak because he wasn't perfect either. Kyle pushed his hands against my bra, smushing my breasts into my chest. He groaned in my mouth. It was actually more of a growl. One of my legs was wrapped around his waist now and he gripped my hips, digging his nails hard into my skin. I gasped, breaking the kiss, and he glided his tongue down my neck, stopping to suck on my collar bone. 

"We shouldn't do this," I whispered between gasps. "What if she finds out?"

Kyle stopped and looked into my eyes, a soft look overcoming him. He gently tucked my hair behind my ear and held my face. "I don't want anything bad to happen to you Jamie," he breathed. Then he pressed his forehead against mine. "Maybe we should stop."

"I don't want to stop," I whispered and I felt his fingers slide into my underwear. 

"We should," he murmured against the skin of my neck. I could feel his fingers exploring me, spreading me open, getting wet. I almost screamed. Then he breathed hard and slipped his fingers out. He bent down and pulled his pants up, leaving them open. He picked up my dress and his shirt. He handed me the black dress, not letting go for a moment.

"We'll figure out a way to be together," his voice shook. He could barely contain himself, a bulge still noticeable underneath his pants.

I sighed and slipped my dress on. He grabbed my hands and pulled me into his arms, wrapping them around me and kissing the top of my head. "I won't let anything happen to you."

I said nothing. We turned off the lights in the bathroom and quietly made our way to our beds. I laid down and pulled my covers to my chin. I turned on my side, looking across the room and watched Kyle slide into bed with Madison. A stream of moonlight lit up the room and he turned on his side, our eyes meeting just as Madison wrapped her arms around him and pulled him close.

I wanted to be sick.