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TWENTY-ONE

TAUNTING

brAT—MANIC KAZZY

CALISTA

I never thought watching a man give another man head would turn me on or make my pussy as wet as it is right now. But I’m fucking soaking wet and aroused, tempted to pop out of the closet to go and join them. As much as I want to, I don’t, not ready to come face to face with them just yet.

I resist, staying crouched in the linen closet, the overwhelming scent of clean laundry and pot wafting up my nose and enveloping me as heat radiates between my thighs. A sheen of sweat covers my skin, catching the light filtering through the crack in the closet door.

Noticing the moaning and grunting have stopped, I swallow slowly to try and moisten my dry throat, inching carefully toward the crack to see what they’re doing now.

The sight before me warms my heart, almost making me regret my actions. Dom rests his head on Kill’s shoulder as they sit shirtless on the couch, idly flipping through TV channels. In a tender display of affection, Kill runs his fingers through Dom’s hair, a gesture of love that I desperately crave for myself.

I begin to doubt myself the longer I’m here, wondering what brought on heavy regret all of a sudden. I yearn for the love and attention the guys show each other and the support they shower one another with on a daily basis. I don’t have any of that. I have no one but Addy, and fuck, her ass has been pissing me off more than usual lately.

“You turning soft or something?” Speaking of the devil, Addy appears to the left of me, her nose scrunched up cutely in anger.

I roll my eyes so she can see the gesture, shaking my head, not in the mood to talk to her. I take a quiet step back, submerging myself in the row of hanging sweatshirts, just wanting to hide. But she doesn’t go away.

“Why haven’t you been talking to me, Cali? Did I do something to upset you?” She asks, tugging on the few heart strings I do have that allow me to have some empathy for others.

“You didn’t do anything, Addy. I’ve just been feeling different lately, and I’m not quite sure what it all means.” I turn to face her, forcing a smile that I know doesn’t reach my eyes.

“I’m here because of you, Cali. You make me exist. Only you have the power to make me go away too,” Addy whispers, her big brown eyes filling with tears.

“If I knew how to make you go away and make the voices inside my head stop, don’t you think I would? Besides, you’re a friend, Addy. I need you more than I realize, but here lately, I just haven’t found myself in need as much as before.” I shut my eyes, trying to get my breathing under control, feeling myself beginning to spiral.

When I open them, there’s no sign of Addy anywhere, and I breathe a small sigh of relief. Even though she’s been there for me most of my life, helped me through some of the darkest times I’ve ever had, and stuck by me through the hell I endured, I’m trying to figure everything out on my own... without her or anyone else.

The sound of the front door to the guy's apartment opens, catching me off guard, and I return to my earlier stance with my eye pressed against the crack in the door so I can see what’s happening.

Ash walks in, sporting a shiner around his left eye. Instead of talking to Dom and Kill, he goes right down the hall, disappearing out of sight rather quickly.

“Uh oh, that can’t be good,” Kill states, sadness lacing his low tone.

“He didn’t have a fucking black eye when he left, right?” Dom huffs, more in a statement than a question.

“No, he didn’t.” Kill stands up, stretching, with Dom closely following his move.

Shutting off the TV, followed by the living room light, both of them take off in the direction As went, most likely heading to bed. I check the time on my phone, noticing it’s close to six am already. I yawn, feeling exhaustion creeping up on me. I wait a few minutes, trying to make sure that all three of them are in their rooms for the night before I slip out of the closet.

Walking around the coffee table, I see a line of brown powder untouched with a cut straw beside it. Feeling the intense pull from the drugs, I sit down on the couch, pick up the taunting straw, and sniff the line, tasting the heroin drip down the back of my throat, making me gag.

My eyes begin to feel heavy, wanting to close, but I force them to stay open while I reach in my backpack and pull out a slip of paper and a pen. With a devious smirk tugging on my lips, I scribble down song lyrics that I know will do nothing but taunt the shit out of the guys.

“Is this more than you bargained for yet?

Oh, don’t mind me, I’m watching you two from the closet

Wishing to be the friction in your jeans..."

I have a small laugh as I put the paper in the center of the table and stand up, wishing I could see their faces when they find it. But I can’t wait around and risk getting caught.

Heading for the open window, I easily slip out the way I snuck in, embracing the brisk temperature of the early morning. And as the sun begins to glow, peaking over the horizon, I walk away from their apartment like nothing ever happened, pretty much the same thing I’ve been doing the majority of my life.

* * *

With my knife secure in my hand, I tiptoe up the stairs to Five’s apartment, feeling like I’m making a mistake coming back here after the guys found out where I was. But I have nowhere else to go, so I have to suck it up.

The door is unlocked, so I walk right in, half expecting to be walking into a trap. But that doesn’t happen. Light snores and the sound of the TV blur coming from Five’s room at the end of the hall. I follow them like a map, with a smile on my face and fire in my soul the closer I get.

I lean over his sleeping form, watching him briefly as his sculpted chest rises and falls. Putting the sharp edge of the blade to his throat, I lean in closer, my lips brushing against his warm cheek. His eyes fling open on instinct, and when he feels the knife pressing into his skin, he freezes, his beautiful eyes frantic as they search mine for answers.

“Shh, be a good boy, Five, and do exactly what I fucking tell you,” I demand in a sweet voice, confusing the fuck out of him. I drop my backpack on the floor by the bed and climb in with him, straddling his waist. “They were here, weren’t they?” I ask, rocking my hips back and forth to get his cock even harder.

“They were, yeah,” he answers, biting back a grin from the friction of my pussy over his cock.

“And what did they want?” I drag my nails down his chest, making him shiver from the deep scratch marks I leave behind.

“They wanted to know where you were.”

“They don’t need to fucking know,” I seethe, feeling anger begin to bubble up inside of me.

“Calista,” he says my name for the first time, and I fucking lose it.

“Don’t fucking call me that,” I snap, rocking harder. “You can call me anything you want, except for that.”

“Relax, Little Psycho, I’m not going to do anything to hurt you or put you in a position to be hurt.” He smiles, completely undeterred by the knife pressed against the front of his neck.

“You don’t know the hell I went through. The hell those boys and their fathers put me through without even knowing it,” I admit, feeling vulnerable and absolutely hating it.

Five smiles again, easily taking the knife out of my hand. Sliding the tip under the strap of my tank top, he slices it off so it falls off my shoulder, then cuts the other one to match.

And I let him, needing whatever this is that’s about to happen between us.

He then sets the knife on the mattress and traces my lips with the calloused pad of his thumb. Grasping the hem of my top in his strong fists, he tugs roughly, ripping my shirt straight down the middle and freeing my breasts from the tight fabric that was confining them. And then he picks up the knife again, running the sharp tip over my nipples to make them hard.

“You don’t have to tell me what you went through or what they did; just let me take care of you now.” He continues to trace circles around my nipples with the knife as I grind against him, turning us both on—not a single word spoken between us.

The sympathetic look in his tired eyes tells me everything I need to know and then some. In one swift move, he flips me onto my back and rolls on top of me, pressing all his weight into my body. My knife gets put to my throat, but it doesn’t phase me. With his free hand, Five reaches between our sweaty, trembling bodies and pushes down my pants along with my thong, parting my legs so he can slide between them.

“I know what you need, baby,” he grunts, grinding his body against mine, showing me how hard I’ve already made him. “I know exactly what you fucking want.”

“Is that right?”

As I wrap my arms around his torso, pulling him closer, he purposely cuts just above my collarbone, drawing a little drop of blood that he licks away seductively. Pushing his shorts down to free his cock, I cup his firm ass and dig my nails into his flesh as he devours my neck with his tongue and teeth.

“Five,” I moan, finally breaking the silence.

“What is it, baby girl?” he whispers soothingly, running his lips up the side of my neck to my ear, tugging my lobe between his perfect teeth.

“I need you,” I admit, shivering as his cock rubs against my pussy lips, setting fire to my sensitive nerves and igniting something much more intense within my bones.

His lips move from my ear, grazing gently across my cheek, not stopping until they’re mere inches from mine, teasing and taunting me with the hopes of a kiss.

“Tell me what you need, Little Psycho. Tell me how I can make it all better.” A raspy whisper slips from his lips as he inches them even closer to mine, still grinding his cock into my pussy.

“Fuck me, Five. I need to feel you inside me, as deep as you can fucking go— please ,” I beg, hearing the desperation in my voice as my resolve begins to crumble for him to witness.

“Does my little psycho want me to fuck her nice and gentle, or does she want me to fuck her like my little needy slut I know she is?” He asks, grinning, his eyes staring directly into mine as he waits for my answer.

As my breath hitches in my throat, he slides his cock inside me slowly, forcing my back to lift off the bed. “Just fuck me however you want. Make me feel how much you want me,” I moan, feeling every piercing in his cock graze against my inner walls. “Choke me, slap me, rip me into fucking pieces—make my pussy weep for you, Five. Just fuck me and give me what I’ve been needing for so fucking long.” I sob, feeling tears slide down my cheeks as he finally captures my lips in an earthshattering kiss that knocks the wind right out of me.

I have no idea why I’m crying, but I can’t bring myself to stop. Even as Five thrusts into me in a single, dominating stroke, bottoming out deep in my pussy. My nails claw at the tattooed skin on his back as he shakes the bed from the forceful impact of his thrusts, knocking the headboard against the wall.

Our tongues duel in a heated battle for dominance and desperation, as lust seeps from the pores on our bodies. Not only am I falling, but he is too, both lost in a relentless dance of passion and need as desire consumes us completely.

I lift my legs and put them on his shoulders, allowing him to fuck me even deeper, his heavy balls slapping against my ass on impact. He chokes me with his tongue, grazing the back of my throat as if he can’t get enough. I reach up and clasp my hand around his throat, squeezing as hard as I can while he fucks me harder and faster mercilessly, making my pussy gush heavily.

“Fuck, don’t you dare come yet, baby,” he warns, sliding his tongue out of my mouth and sinking his teeth into my bottom lip, giving it a tug that makes me wince.

Holding himself up with one hand planted on the mattress, he follows my move and uses his free hand to choke me, making my eyes bulge and my face turn red—and I fucking love it.

We choke each other, neither willing to loosen out grip even as dots flash in my eyes from lack of oxygen. But it heightens the pleasure surging through me, making my clit tingle and my pussy clench around his cock as it delves deeper and deeper inside me.

I’m on the edge, tethering dangerously close between pleasure and pain, my mind spinning and my body trembling. This isn’t just about the sex; it’s about connection. It’s about feeling understood, and in this very moment, everything else just doesn’t fucking matter.

The intensity of it all brings tears to my eyes again, but I finally feel alive, even on the verge of passing out. Maybe this is what I’ve been searching for all along. Maybe in Five, I’ve found someone who sees past my exterior and into the depths of who I really am.

As our movements grow more fervent and desperate and we writhe wildly on top of the sweat-soaked sheets, I find solace in his hold and the raw passion between us.

“Five, I…” I pant heavily, unable to speak as my legs shake uncontrollably.

“Not yet,” he grunts through gritted teeth, thrusting sharply, already knowing what I’m about to say.

“I need to. I can’t hold on,” I whine, trying to lock my thighs around his head, my legs still high up on his broad shoulders.

All of a sudden, he pulls out of me, leaving my pussy empty and clenching around nothing. His hand drops from around my throat, allowing me to breathe, and he pushes off my body, making me feel completely alone and needier than ever.

“What?” I gasp, gritting my teeth. “Why did you stop?”

“You obviously couldn’t handle it,” he snaps, grabbing my hips and flipping me onto my stomach, pulling my ass up into the air.

He maneuvers behind me, lining his pelvis up with my ass, his warm hand rubbing my burning, hot, tender skin.

“Put your hands on the headboard and don’t fucking move them,” Five demands in a tone that makes my pussy drip as he picks up the knife I forgot about.

Following his rules, I reach for the headboard and grip the top tightly, just wanting him back inside me. He rubs my ass then painfully slaps it, leaving my skin stinging in the wake of the impact. I hiss, arching my back as a burning sensation spreads across my backside, my pussy dripping down the inside of my thighs. As I go to look over my shoulder at him, he slaps my ass again in the same spot, bringing tears to my eyes.

“Ahh, fuck!” I cry out, throwing my head back as a deep shudder rocks my body.

As he rubs the welts forming on my ass, I feel the dull edge of the knife being dragged down my back, my skin pricking with painful goosebumps.

“You’re a needy little slut, Little Psycho, aren’t you?” He growls, dragging the knife down to my ass.

I tense up, wondering what he’s about to do—too much in a state of shock to answer his filthy question. So he slaps me again, causing my ass cheek to throb even more.

“I didn’t hear you. Are you needy for me, Slut? Is your cunt dripping for my cock?” He sweeps his hand over my pussy, soaking his fingers in the wetness dripping out of me.

Flipping the knife around, he pushes the tip of the handle against my ass, easing it into my hole with the juices from my pussy as lube.

“Mmm,” I moan. “Yes, God—yes! I’m so fucking needy for you, Five. Put your dick back inside me so I can come all over it,” I plead, whimpering as I grip the headboard tightly, my knuckles turning white.

“Good fucking girl,” he tells me, entering my pussy from behind while he fucks my ass with the knife for added pleasure.

He holds nothing back this time, and it feels so fucking good. His cock rips my pussy apart like I told him I wanted, while he increases the speed and depth of the handle each time he plunges it into my ass.

My back stays arched and my head drops, my eyes tightly squeezed shut as I concentrate on my climax rapidly barreling through me. He reaches under my body and pinches my clit, ripping a yelp from deep within my throat.

My body shakes uncontrollably, my muscles tensing and spasming. He keeps fucking me, pounding into my pussy and ass with no mercy, taking me to the brink of blissful release as he reaches his own peak. The raw, animalistic pleasure overwhelms me, and I scream out in ecstasy, feeling every cell in my body bursting with euphoria as he grunts and groans behind me.

I come, and I come hard—harder than I’ve ever come before, feeling completely spent by the time the last wave of intense pleasure rips through me. As I go to release my hold on the headboard, Five clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth.

“Uh uh. I’m not fucking done with you yet,” he explains in a raspy voice, on the verge of losing it.

Pulling the knife out of my ass, he drops it onto the bed. He grabs my hips with both hands and pulls me back, brutally slamming me on his cock. I can feel him pulsing inside me as my pussy grips him like a vice, forcing his cum to spill deep inside of me. He hisses and curses up and down, fucking me through his orgasm until he’s empty and breathless.

Easing out of my sore pussy, he spreads my ass and buries his face in between my cheeks, slurping his cum out of me. His teeth graze my clit, making me tremble all over again, but I can tell he isn’t done yet.

When every drop of my cum and his is sucked out of my pussy, he moves his mouth to my ass, pressing his wet lips to my hole. And then he spits the mixture inside of me until his mouth is empty. Drawing back, he groans, watching our cum drip out of my ass in thick, pearly ropes.

“Push it out for me, Little Psycho,” he urges, utterly mesmerized by the sight that I can’t even see. “I want to watch our cum drip from your tight, little ass.”

“As you wish,” I mutter breathlessly, clenching my muscles and pushing the cum mixture out of my ass, feeling it drip out in thick, slimy globs.

When I’ve pushed all that he spit inside me out, I collapse, and his body falls onto mine, both of us panting and covered in sweat. I lie there with him, my head spinning and my whole body tingling, feeling like I’ve finally found what I’ve been searching for. And as he wraps his arms around me, holding me in a gentle yet possessive embrace, I know that maybe I’m not alone after all.

Maybe I don’t have to run anymore. Maybe, just maybe, I’ve found a reason worth sticking around for.