Denying Heaven (Room 103) (14 page)

His mouth drew back from mine and his tongue swept slowly
over his bottom lip, tasting the reminder of dampness I had left there.

His chest heaved as he stood still, his dark eyes intense
and raw, “But I win, little sinner, so I think…” He ran a finger down my
throat, pausing to tickle the dip at the base before carrying on and tracing
the edge of his t-shirt that was covering me.

His other hand lifted and I choked out a gasp when he pinched
the neckline and ripped it in two, tearing the thin material straight down the
middle, “I think you need to learn some patience.”

His eyes hungrily roamed my now naked body and paused to
take in my tattoo. His finger traced the wings, up and over my hip bones, “I
like this. It makes me fucking hard.”

I nodded, nothing to say really but when his teeth
clamped hold of my nipple and his tongue circled around the pulsing flesh my
whole body charged with desire and I took hold of his head and held him to me,
“Please.” I wasn’t sure what I was begging for but I knew I needed to soothe
the ache in my pussy, it was driving me insane.

He pulled away from me and narrowed his eyes, “Tell me
what you want.”

“I want to come.” I said simply because it
was
that simple.

“How?”

“What do you mean how? Sex is usually the answer” I
answered with confusion.

He smiled and the look of pure sex on his face made my
thighs clench, “Bathroom.”

“What?”

“Into the bathroom, Spirit, now.”

I shrugged and did as he asked before I ventured into the
en-suite. He swept my hair to the side and ran his tongue down the length of my
neck, “Into the shower.”

My nerves hitched and I turned to stare at him,
swallowing fearfully as I gave him a shake of my head.

He frowned and cocked his head in question. “I uhh, I
have a fear of showers.” I told him, giving half an answer reluctantly.

He barked out a laugh but then sobered when he caught my
horror, “Why?”

I rolled my lips and closed my eyes as the visions
assaulted me, the slip of my feet in the water, the blood, the pain, the
screams.

“Here,” He whispered and I opened my eyes to see him
stood gloriously naked in the large cubicle with his hand held towards me and a
tender reassuring smile on his face.

I shook my head and stood frozen to the spot. He took a
step towards me and took my hand in his, “Let me help, honey.”

My heart leapt as my stomach slowly crawled up my throat,
threatening to burst free with the pounding in my body. “I promise I won’t let
anything hurt you.”

“But…” I blew out a breath, trying to calm my nerves and
wanting so much to let him help me. I wasn’t sure why I trusted him but I did
so I placed my hand in his and gave him my nerves to quash.

“Good girl.” He gave me an ultra-wide smile as I placed a
foot in the shower tray and placed my other hand on his arm, his bicep flexing
under my touch as his eyes held mine and supported me mentally. “So proud of
you,” he encouraged and I voiced a little whimper but smiled a little.

“I’m gonna turn on the shower, okay?” His eyes were still
locked on me securely and I gave him a slight nod. He reached out, feeling his
way as he refused to move his gaze from mine, “Ready?”

I nodded stiffly as my whole body trembled so much my
legs were shaking with terror. “Listen to me Spirit,” he said softly. “It’s
just water, warm soothing water. I’m here…” The shower clicked and a soft
trickle gushed over my feet making my entire head pulse with pressure. “And I
won’t let anything bad happen. You can keep hold of me and I promise I won’t
leave you. You’re gonna relax and feel the flow of the warmth on your skin, relish
in its pleasing serenity.”

He leaned into me as he unhooked the shower head from the
wall and rested his mouth on the side of my neck as he held it away from me.
“And I’m gonna blow your mind with it.”

I placed my shaking hands on his shoulders when he knelt
before me slowly, his eyes still secured to mine.

I shivered as I felt his hand slip between my thighs and
urge me to open them. “Hold onto me” I rushed out in alarm.

“I will, I promise.” He said confidently as he gripped one
of my hips.

I closed my eyes and shuffled my feet apart gradually,
concentrating on the feel of his hand on my hip, drawing my attention to the
bold hold of his fingers, the pressing of his skin on mine. “Good Girl, you’re
doing really well.”

I nodded briskly as a slight satisfaction rolled though me
with his praise. “Now I’m going to aim the water on your feet, you okay with
that?”

I clung tighter to his shoulders but nodded my head. I
needed to do this, I wanted to do this and I wanted to do it with Bulk. He made
me feel safe and secure with his comforting words and soothing touch, making
this easier. “Okay.”

I jolted when I felt the splash of warmness tickle my
feet but Bulk’s fingers dug deeper supporting me physically and emotionally.
“It’s okay. It’s just water, honey, just warm soothing water.” I nodded. “Look
Spirit, watch as it tickles your skin, invigorates your pores and stimulates
your blood.”

I drew in a breath and lowered my eyes slowly to the
ground, stiffening in fear as memories of four years ago erupted in my head.
The crack as the shower head smashing into my skull and the water filling my
mouth and nose, plugging my lungs and slowly drowning me as his fists progressively
broke my ribs one by one.

“Bulk…” I rasped as I retched. My heart was pounding so much
it was making me feel dizzy and woozy.

“Ssshhh, ssshhh, ssshhh. I’m here baby, I’m here. Look at
me. Look at me, Spirit.”

He positioned the shower between his knees to stop it
from spinning around the cubicle and placed his hands on each of my forearms,
sliding them up and down in a soothing action.

“I – am – not – going – to – hurt – you,” he said firmly
and slowly. “You are beautiful, Spirit. I would never hurt you, ever. But if I
find out who did this to you, I will personally rip every fucking breath from
their lungs.” He finished with a growl and I screwed my eyes shut, angry at
myself for being so weak as I took a step back out and shook my head at him.

“I… I can’t do this.”

He nodded reluctantly but let me back all the way out.

He stepped out and joined me after he had switched it off
and pulled me into his arms. I was trembling, the memories refusing to fade as
I choked out a sob. “Shush.” He whispered against my head as I curled into him
and let him take it from me.

“I’m sorry” I apologised sincerely, “I wanted to do it
for you, but…”

“No, Spirit, it’s fine. You need to do it for yourself,
not me.”

He tilted my head back and the anguish in his eyes hurt
my soul, “Who did this?”

I shook my head and pulled away instantly, “It… no.”

He sighed and I watched the heavy rise of his chest, his
disappointment in my undisclosed secrets burning in his expression, “Okay, but
soon honey, we are gonna get it all out of you. I know you’re stood there thinking
fuck off, but it
will
come.”

I nodded but knew that it would never come; it would
never fight its way out of the box I had padlocked it in. Never rip off the
chains surrounding it and never, ever leave my lips.

I never wanted to see that kind of hatred on another
person’s face, especially Bulk, which was on Danny’s that day.

Ever.

I took her shaking hand and led her over to the bed, “Lie
down. Face down.”

I wanted to demolish the horror that was torturing her
face. Whatever had happened to her in a shower must have been horrendous
because the terror she had displayed was shattering. Her wide eyes, the way her
body had shook violently, the way her heartbeat had pulsed wildly through the
soft skin on her chest and the way my soul had heard the cry of hers was
dragging a knife across my heart.

She gave me a hesitant look but did as I asked when I
gave her a small nod.

She was fucking stunning. The way her back curved
gracefully, the soft dip of flesh at the base of her spine and the soft
roundness to her backside was mesmerizing and my hand twitched as I spied the
pale skin of her buttocks, the memories of how that paleness turned to a
glowing pinkness, the heat glowing on the surface of her smooth skin when I had
spanked her.

Fuck, my cock was throbbing rigorously and I bit back the
desire to dish out the pain. She didn’t need that right now, she needed tender;
she needed me to blow her mind and obliterate the battering her memory was
giving her.

She jerked when I rested at the bottom of the bed and
took one of her little feet in my hand and swiped my thumb up the centre of the
sole.

“Relax.”

She nodded and I watched her body sink into the mattress
as she made herself slacken determinedly.

I followed the length of her leg, my fingers burning a
trail along her sensitive skin as I physically watched her body heat up and her
breath quicken.

“You are so beautiful, Spirit. Your soft skin, the way
your smooth thighs call out for my mouth to taste, the delicious curve of your
perfect bottom,” I told her as I worshipped each area I spoke of. “The way your
spine begs for my tongue to ride each groove; asks for my fingers to follow its
path up to the delicious velvet skin of your neck.”

She was writhing beneath me as my body covered hers, my
fingers and tongue making their way slowly up the length of her until I reached
the nape of her neck.

Gently pulling in what give her skin would allow, I
moaned in satisfaction at the taste of her. The mild touch of cherry that had
transferred from her hair onto the skin of her neck was delicate but
overpowering to my arousal and my dick practically shuddered in hunger. My
whole blood stream was scorching my veins as my balls drew in tight, eager for
me to satisfy their need.

I kissed each inch of her neck until she tilted her head
sideways and offered me her mouth. I wouldn’t refuse, I would never refuse her.

Her tongue sneaked out as I moved closer to her luscious
lips and swept across my bottom lip. The action generated a growl and my hand
slipped into her hair so I could pull her head further back and slam my mouth
over hers.

She groaned heavily as her tongue attacked mine, twisting
and probing as her little gasps hardened my already rigid erection, the tiny
moans she was making aching my balls and the heat of her breaths mixing with
mine sending my brain into turmoil.

“God Spirit, I’m gonna fuck you until you can’t breathe.
Hard, slow and so very deep. Until you scream my name and fuck me back just as
hard.”

Her hips lifted as she ground her backside into my cock
and I bit her bottom lip in response.

I moved back and nudged her knees up until her plump
little ass was high and inviting, her glistening wet pussy calling out in need.

She groaned deeply when I ran a finger over her warm flesh
and brought it to my mouth, moaning as her taste erupted inside me. I repeated
the action but instead took it to her mouth instead of mine, “Taste yourself,
taste how fucking delicious you are.”

She parted her lips, allowing me to slip my finger in and
press it against her tongue. She closed her lips around it and sucked gently,
her eyes fluttering closed as a soft shudder rippled through both her and me.

As she started to suck I released the hold on her hair
and very gently teased her pussy, sliding my middle finger inside her deeply
but slowly.

She arched her back, controlling the penetration and
sucking my finger in further.

Taking the finger that had been in her mouth, I pressed
into her anus; her thighs clenched as she accepted me and a deep rumble in her
chest drove me wild with a need of my own.

“Fuck me, Bulk, please. I need you inside me. I need to
feel you.”

I ignored her and bent my face to her pussy, circling her
hard clit with the tip of my tongue then running the flat of it over the swell.
She growled louder this time and pushed into my face, her desire begging for
more, for satisfaction and gratification.

Giving her clit more quick flicks and driving my fingers
in and out of her, it was a matter of seconds before she was grinding onto me,
her hips circling and her moans increasing.

“Come on, honey, let me taste you. Come on my face…”

I didn’t finish the sentence before she cried out and
jerked violently as her orgasm tore through her, each of her satisfied sobs
physically lashing my cock. I couldn’t wait any longer and as I pushed my cock
into her heat slowly the deep snarl that left her throat had me forcing my cum
back into my balls.

Shit, not yet.

Her breath stuttered as she lifted into me, taking me in
and allowing the length of me inside her.

Nobody had ever before managed to take all of me but
Spirit’s desire and craving for pain had her clamping hold of my dick and
forcing me further in.

“Tell me to stop when it’s too much.” I managed to say
but she carried on, drawing me deeper and deeper until I was balls deep inside
her.

“Holy shit, little sinner, you got me all, baby.”

“And it’s so good” she whispered with a slight rasp in
her voice. “Fuck me, Bulk, please.”

My gut tightened and a shiver shot up my spine as I
withdrew slowly and pushed back in, her tightness drawing my foreskin strictly and
her cervix greeting my loop of silver invitingly.

“Oh yeah, harder, fuck me harder.”

She got what she asked for as I pulled out then slammed
back in.

“YES!! Fuck yes, like that. More.” She demanded as I repeated
the action and rammed against her womb. “Give me the pain Bulk, I need it.”

I settled my mouth on her shoulder and clamped hold of
her damp skin with my teeth, biting down as I slammed into her over and over.

Her arse was high and I slid a hand down, over her tight
buttock, giving her a hard spank before digging my fingers into the now sore
flesh as she bucked back on me harder and harder.

As I drove two fingers into her anus and hammered her
pussy hard and deep she gripped the headboard so she could push herself further
onto me.

Jesus Christ, she was feral and wild as she fucked me with
equal brutality, her loud moans tainting the air with sex and vulgarity. My heavy
balls were slapping against her clit, my fingers were pounding into her ass and
her pussy was demanding my climax as we growled, groaned and cried out with our
lust.

As soon as she stiffened with the approach of her orgasm
I bit harder into her shoulder blade, ground my fingers deeper and slammed my
hips into her pelvis, driving my cock deeper than ever.

An ecstasy I had never felt before charged through me as
a current surged up my spine, slamming into my brain before filling my veins
with an exquisite raw pleasure that exploded my cum from my balls and erupted
into her.

Every single muscle in my body contracted and sent the
most delicious pain roaring through my system and into my brain as my cock
filled her tight cunt with my spunk, masses of it until my balls shuddered with
the emptiness and my spine tingled with gratification.

She screamed my name, my real name, as she came in floods
around me, her pussy tightening to a strict hold, her body shaking and her
throat a dry rasp as she cried out. The sound of it, her sweet mouth parting
with the single name that hadn’t been uttered since the nickname the guy’s had
given me, brought a new tightness inside me; one to my heart and I knocked back
the emotion swamping me. I wasn’t acknowledging anything as I felt something
soften inside me, a deep rooted hatred that was ever present shifted slightly
but I didn’t accept it, I ignored it. It wasn’t there. I hadn’t felt it.

Spirit flopped face first onto the bed with a deep grunt and
I drew out of her slowly, disregarding the reluctant pull in my gut when my
dick hit the cold air.

I lay down beside her, watching the soft lift and fall of
her back with each heavy inhalation and smiled softly when she turned her head
towards me, her face flush and her forehead damp with sweat, “Hey, beautiful.”

Her cheeks coloured even more and I couldn’t help but
chuckle at her embarrassment. “Nobody has ever called me that before” she said
quietly as her eyes studied me to see if I was genuine.

I frowned at her, “Really?”

Really? I mean, what the fuck! I couldn’t believe it; no
way had nobody ever called her beautiful, she was fucking stunning. The pure
raw beauty to her face and soul lit the air around her; even bloody angel’s
gasped when she passed.

“Not even your parents?”

Her eyes widened and she barked out a bitter laugh,
“Especially not my parents.”

She kept her face bright but I could see the light in her
eyes extinguish and my fists clenched at her hurt. “I take it you weren’t a
close family then.”

Her lips twitched but she shook her head faintly. “They
were too interested in getting stoned to even realise I was there.”

I ran my finger over the dip in her chin and slowly drew
it up across her cheek before holding my palm gently against it, “How old were
you when it started?”

I watched her throat dip but she held my gaze
confidently, “I was five the first time they forgot to collect me from school.
By the time I was five and a half I had learnt to cook beans on toast, fix
myself some cereal and…”

“And” I urged her gently, not liking where it was going
but needing to share her ache.

She pulled back her shoulders and sighed, “And… roll them
a joint, mop up their vomit, dress and wash them both and… and when I was six I
picked up my dad’s guitar and made my first friend.”

I smiled softly and wiped away the tear that trickled
down her cheek, her sadness enveloping us and darkening the room with its
intensity.

We didn’t speak for a while; both of us lost in our heads
with our childhood memories haunting us until I trailed my hand down between
her breasts and lightly stroked a finger over her pubic bone, “Why the
phoenix?”

She stiffened slightly and swallowed but didn’t back
away. Her eyes dulled faintly before they shifted and she stared behind me, her
mind wandering and her thoughts elsewhere, “Spirit?”

Her eyes flicked back to mine and she smiled, but it was
far from a happy smile and the pain held in it twinged my chest. “I was born
River Phoenix Jolene Spirit Brannigan.”

My eyes widened and I grinned broadly, “Fuck, I bet you
need two lines on forms for that one.”

Her eyes twinkled and she slapped my arm lightly,
“Funny.”

She giggled though and the sound completely lifted the atmosphere
in the room. “Christ Spirit, that is amazing.” I said earnestly as I reached
out and stroked a stray strand of hair off her face.

“What is? My name?”

“No, that sound you just made, I’ve never heard it
before.” I said with a wink and she delivered another slap before turning onto
her back and concentrating on the ceiling, curling her arms behind her head and
frowning at something her memory was relaying but her body appeared easier and
more relaxed and my eyes dropped to the way her breasts stood firm and upright…
my dick twitched.

“Go on.” I pressed, now desperate to hear what she had to
say as I completely ignored the rise of my cock and shifted slightly, cursing
the damn throb as Spirit was indulging me in a piece of her.

She pursed her lips but kept her gaze upwards, “I… uhh, I
had some stuff to deal with about four years ago and… well when I got through
it, I came down here with Kenny to chase the music career and changed my name
and got my tattoo.”

I nodded as I copied her pose and lay back with my arms
tucked behind my head. “But why the phoenix, is it symbolic or just cos’ of
your name.”

I turned to her as I felt her turn towards me. Her face
was dark and sombre as her eyes pierced something inside me, “No. I had the
phoenix done because everyone who touches me there burns out violently.”

My eyes widened as my brow hit my hairline, “Uhh, what?”

I refused to look at my dick; the thought of it bursting
into flames had a slight panic coursing through me.

She shrugged and rolled back over and I just stared at
her. “You can’t say that and then… nothing.”

My heart was starting to pound fiercely but she turned to
look at me, her eyes sad but then her lips twitched and she burst out laughing,
“Jesus Christ Bulk, what do you think I am, a witch?”

She pulled up onto her knees and starting waving her
hands around over my dick. “I, River Phoenix Jolene Spirit Brannigan, the witch
of the southern corner of bullshite, do cast a curse on you my fine friend of
pain and orgasms."

She was giggling wildly and the sound of it brought on a
laugh of my own as she concentrated on my groin and narrowed her eyes, “I curse
you to a lifetime of limpness and shriveldom and every time you enter a sweet
pussy your balls will shrink a little more and your arsehole will seal up.”

I growled at her and flung her backwards on the bed as I
tortured her with a relentless tickle of my fingers. She squealed in delight
and thrashed around underneath me, yelling and swearing at me as I refused to
let up.