In The Dark

Chapter Ten

Without hesitation, I laid my body on him and kissed him deeply. Sherlock stilled at first, probably shocked, but responded soon enough. He let me enjoy my control on his mouth for a while but when I broke the kiss and removed my jersey, a growl came from the back of his throat and he flipped us over.

"Lulu, you're playing a dangerous game," his voice had taken on a low, warning tone and I could feel liquid starting to pool between my legs.

Grabbing his face and kissing him again, I sneakily unclasped my bra and flung it somewhere. I snaked my hands down his arms and grasped his hands like he did to me before, holding them onto my bare chest. He pulled away and I heard him swallow.

"Now, it's your turn to feel my body," I said with the most seductive voice I could manage.

It must've worked, because his hands were immediately all over my bare skin, making goose bumps appear everywhere. From my lips, he started trailing kisses down my neck and on top of my breasts. I was a bit on the curvy side so I was always conscious about my stomach, arms and thighs, but his every touch made me feel beautiful and wanted.

I kicked off my pants and underwear, causing him to pause.

"Lulu, are you sur-"

"Shut up and fuck me," I cut him off.

He needed no further instructions as his pants went flying as well.

A bit of nervousness slithered its way into my excitement. It was my first time, after all, and I couldn't see his size. But, a voice in the back of my head was warning me to brace myself. I did just that as he spread my legs apart and got on top of me.

"You ready?" he whispered in my ear.

"I am," came my breathy reply.

With that, he nudged himself closer and slowly buried himself inside me, taking his time. The pain came on worse than I expected, as my mouth opened in a silent scream and my nails dug into Sherlock's back. He quickly came to my aid, kissing me as a distraction. He pulled out and thrusted back in slowly, absorbing all of my little cries into his mouth. Eventually, he picked up a steady, even pace and the pain quickly turned into pleasure. I couldn't help the moans of enjoyment that escaped from my mouth and my death grip on his shoulders as he continued to ravish my body.

My vision may have been impaired, but my other senses were heightened and tuned onto him. The scent of his cologne was still wafting in the air around me. I couldn't see the glistening of it, but I could taste the sweat forming on his shoulder. His moans and grunts as well as my own filled my ears, and just the sound of that was taking me closer to the edge. The feel of every thrust of him stretching me wide and claiming me as his...

The knot in my stomach tightened and I could no longer focus on anything besides the building high that I was approaching. He kept his rhythm the same, and I felt every step of that building orgasm till it reached its peak and waves upon waves of pleasure crashed through me. My toes curled and my back lifted off the bed on its own. I wasn't sure if I screamed his name, but I think I did as I heard him chuckle above me.

As my euphoria started to die, I could still feel him at attention and bigger than ever inside me. He didn't get off.

I pushed at his shoulders and he allowed me to flip him onto his back as I straddled his waist again, determined.

"What are you-?" his question trailed off.

Maybe he wasn't accustomed to getting serviced himself. Well, that was going to change today.

"A pancake must be flipped on both sides to be done properly,"

His laughter died down into a groan as I guided him into my sensitive entrance and sat down.

Oh, it definitely felt different this way.

I placed my hands on either side of his body to hold my weight and began moving up and down on him. My pace wasn't as fluid as his, but his ragged breath and moans told me that I was doing a good job. As I felt my own mechanical high building once again, I got down onto my elbows, arched my back and increased the speed.

"Oh, fuck," he said under his breath, causing me to grin.

The sound of skin slapping skin was soon drowned out as Sherlock's moans got louder and more frequent. I also felt my orgasm building, the second one feeling bigger than the first.

I was fully prepared to take him over the edge myself but at the last second, he threw his arms around my shoulders and brought my upper body down flush against him, shifting my weight off of his lower half. He braced his legs against the bed and began drilling me hard and fast. I gasped and cried out at the pleasure increase, everything else seeming to blur out.

I came undone again, pleasure raking over my body that it was almost painful. With a couple final thrusts, Sherlock groaned and I felt his hot seed filling my insides, a feeling that felt more amazing than it should have.

As we both relaxed, I laid on top of him while we both tried to catch our breath. He rested a heavy hand on my back and kissed the top of my head.

"That was amazing," he exhaled.

"I love you," I blurted it.

There could not have been any moment more perfect than this to say it, but even now felt like the worst time. Spilling feelings right after sex? Did I just become that girl?

"I love you too,"

I could hear the smile on his face and my worries were instantly vanquished. I had never felt so special in my entire life. My lips curved upwards into a wide grin as a different kind of euphoria filled me, and I closed my eyes.

When I opened them again, I was blinded by sunlight streaming through burgundy sheer curtains. Wait, I don't have burgundy sheer curtains.

I rose up onto my elbows and only realised where I was when I saw the cream coloured carpet and dark wooden nightstand. I let out a sigh and looked over, expecting the chainmail wall but was met with the sight of a bareback, sleeping man with his back towards me. The breath left my lungs in astonishment.

Oh, I forgot. Our identities were to be revealed after our 'activities' last night. I immediately began combing my fingers through my hair and wiping at my mouth to get rid of any drool that may be there. As I was rubbing my eyes, I felt him stir next to me. I stilled, anxious as hell. Okay, I've got this. I was ready.

"Good morning," came his husky, deep greeting.

"Good morning to you too,"

I swung my head to look at him with a smile, but it dropped instantly when I came face-to-face with Mr. Jackson.

The shocked expression on his face was mirrored onto my own as I stumbled off the bed, dragging the blanket with me to cover my naked body. He did the same on the other side of the bed, but instead turned around to quickly pull his jeans on.

"Sherlock?" I asked, hesitantly.

"Lulu..." he breathed out.

My eyes widened. No, this wasn't real. Out of all the people...

You're smart, Xaria. Think.

It came to me then. He had passed behind me when I smelt the cologne from off Ezra. He had been there in the room when I heard that loud laughter. He had gotten arrested for the rape charges at the same time as when Ezra had the fight. And then, there was the most solid piece of evidence of them all. I looked down at Mr. Jackson's left forearm to see a dark scar running across the length of it, bright as day.

I was stupid for thinking that Ezra was Sherlock, but I felt even more stupid for not realising that it was Mr. Jackson instead. It was right in front of me, but I had gone blind. My brain went into overdrive trying to process all my thoughts and emotions at once, and I couldn't handle it.

"I have to go,"

I didn't look up at him as I hurriedly threw my clothes on.

"Xaria," he called out softly, but I ignored him.

When I'd flung on my top, I made a beeline straight for the door, pretending I didn't hear when he continued to call my name.