A/N - R in the title means Random and states that the chapter had no original placement/particular significant happening in the grand scheme of the compilation.
Citrus and Xavier current disposition: Dating for five years, both in college (sophomore year): on a trip home for a break.
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Citrus was doing that thing again. That motion of her hand where she squeezed the air and made her knuckles pop. I stuck out my arm for her and she clutched onto my bicep with a sickening grip, although careful to keep her sharp talons out of my skin.
I refrained from tensing, keeping my breathing even as she gritted her teeth and squeezed my arm in frustration. I let my gaze drift as I let her use my arm as a stress ball. I nearly flinch at a particularly strong squeeze and our gazes meet. Her face melts from her previous suppressed fury into a teasing smirk.
"Look at me," She demanded, words soft yet sharp like the hiss of a snake. I turned to face her full-on, watching the lust growing in her eyes as she hungrily watched the pain grow in mine. "I like that face." She began to move, leaning towards me. I would not show her any fear, I kept that mantra in my head, begging my heart rate to stay steady. The serpent could smell fear, though. She grinned, inhaling my scent once her face was placed at my pulse.
"Citrus..." I leaned my head back as her lips trailed up and down my neck. Losing restraint, I let my arms grip her around her waist and pull her off the bed. Her smirk grew again, eyes dilating.
"Mm...I think I like this one better." She chuckled, referring to my expression. "I wonder what happens if I get them to combine." Her voice transformed from serpent to feline, the change causing my heart to drum irregularly. Noticing, Citrus bites down onto the skin at my neck. At first a little tug, then a real bite. I groaned and she got exactly what she wanted, my face twisted in arousal and pain.
"Babe, that hurts-" I begin before my words are interrupted by a more involuntary noise from my throat.
"You want me to stop?" She asks seductively, hands crawling up my shirt and gripping at my sides. My fingers twitched at her waist and when she bit down again in response to my silence, they gripped her hard. I pushed her down onto the bed, ending up in a semi-straddling position above her. I had done so nearly unconsciously, my body simply reacting to her stimulation.
"Never," I reply finally, grimacing at the sad truth that I desire exactly this. The truth is hard to accept, that I enjoy this pain. I couldn't imagine enjoying this with anyone else. My previous relationships never involved such... ventures. Citrus, though, was more curious than she was kinky. It wasn't that she needed to bestow pain in order to achieve arousal for herself, she was simply experimenting with me. She wanted to know exactly how I worked, how every inch of me reacted to each type of touch. Every day with her was wild and painful and... exciting. I am constantly on edge, waiting for the secret desire she uncovers next.
"Sometimes I forget what a brute you are." Her eyes are dreamy and I can tell she's getting excited. She wrapped her legs around my waist and rolled us over so that she rested atop me. I've always known my pure size and strength was one of the reasons Citrus was so physically attracted to me when she was known to never have been to anyone else. I knew what she was saying now, that I allowed her to be the power in our relationship. That for all of her assumed dominance, she would not be on top of me now if I didn't want her there.
"Sometimes I forget how light you are," I grin up at her, lifting her by her hips above me before letting her fall back into the cusp of my own. She sunk into me, lips grazing mine. She was such a tease, she lived for the moments that I lost control; asserted my own dominance. I ran my hand up her back to feel the tight coils of her hair and pull her face into mine.
We melted into each other, hands sunk into each other's hair. She stroked her tongue over mine and we moaned in unison. Just as she loved when I lost control, I loved when I drove her too crazy for her to tease me any longer. Her heart was pumping now, her breaths thinning out as she grappled at my mouth with her own.
"Touch me," She gasped, rapidly pulling her shirt over her head. I began to do as told, hands snaking up her stomach to the softness above. "No, no, take yours off." She tugged at my shirt and a laugh escaped me at how impatient and undecisive she was when aroused. I pulled off my tee-shirt from its collar and let it get lost among the other discarded clothing.
"Hey, are you breathing?" I asked, softly massaging her neckbone. She sighed heavily, letting her head rest on my now bare chest as she raked her palms up to the newly exposed flesh. She gripped at me, savoring the feel of my muscles in her hands.
"Shut up," She brought our lips back together as her hands found the buttons of my jeans.
"Citrus..." I warned. She gave me no heed, unbuttoning my pants. She released a moan when I was finally freed from my bottom garments. "Babe..." I sighed as she grabbed onto my behind and began to thrust against me. It was quite pleasurable, even through the fabric of her leggings, but it didn't stop me from wanting more. This was dangerous and she knew it. We had to stop. I couldn't help myself, though, my body moved on its own accord now. The thrusting was growing wild, rapid, I was losing myself.
"Oh! Oh, oh, oh!" Her excitement was reaching a peak, the labors of it seeping through her clothes. "Xi!" The nickname drove me to the brink and I flipped us over again. I rubbed furiously against her, her agreement through grunts only spurring me on.
"Ah!" It was becoming too much for both of us.
"Xavier!" She yelled out, clutching me to her as I kept up my rhythm. Her legs gripped me tighter than ever, her eyes unfocused as she began to undulate against me as I twitched against her. We both sighed when it was over, lying on the bed and gasping for air.
"What did she do to piss you off this time?" I asked between pants.
8.9.2019
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The Adventures of a Schiz and Her Lover
RomanceCitrus, a psychopathic schizophrenic finds her way into accepting herself for the insanity of which burns inside of her. Xavier, a seemingly normal nineteen year old athlete, proves to Citrus that love exists for everyone; even someone as crazy as h...