Another year’s party, a different sort of bang

Another year’s party, a different sort of bang

AN: yes, Shi is…not as shy as previously, but I figure a year of going through paparazzi and crap would make anyone a little bit more assertive.

He saw her at nightfall, graceful until she tripped over a dead woman. As she fell, her white limbs caught what light there was, waving haphazard like ribbons. He had to laugh, low in his throat, his lips never parting. As he watched, she tripped closer, graceful again, tugging a flask out of her bodice and turned the column of her throat up to drink, her real, short bob of raven hair falling back.. She coughed immediately afterwards.
“Drinking these days, kid?” She turned dark eyes on him, and then shook her head, smirking slightly.
“Out of painkillers, next best thing. Better, probably, because it’s old-fashioned. But in any case, I twisted my ankle on one of your…lovers.” He grimaced at that, wanting to choke Amber again for that. Did she ever stop to think he thought her ugly? Her scars were the only interesting things about her.
“They’re not lovers, just my livelihood.” He tucked his hands under his suspenders against the cold. “Is that what you need, though, kid? A shot of the gun? To ease the pain?” His smirk grew to show his canines, and those dark eyes zeroed in on his mouth. My, that was curious.
“No. It’s my birthday.” He laughed then, mouth open this time, stretching his suspenders as he pushed out.
“Maybe you want the gun for that anyway. How old?”
“18.”
“Ho! Even better!” He still laughed, but she seemed indifferent to it, coming closer. When she was close enough to inhale the zydrate and grave-soil, he realized something was weird, an odd thing for him to notice, strange as he was.
“Hey, don’t you have friends to drink with? Money out of that nasty business to spend?” She grimaced then, apparently not offended by the smell, just the comment. Again, curious.
“No…you fit the description closest. I was kept inside for 95 percent of my life, or didn’t I tell you that?” His brows raised at that, and he didn’t miss how she watched them do so. His smirk widened, black lips stretched, not half as crazy as they should be.
“Sad. But I didn’t get you a present-“
“Didn’t you?” Her answer was quick as lightning, and his brows reached hairline.
“I don’t know what you mean.” Her eyes turned sly then, and he was surprised his brows didn’t shoot clear off his head. She seemed to change the subject.
“So they aren’t lovers then? I thought I once heard you call them beautiful-” He waggled his brows.
“And I couldn’t have meant you?” He chortled at her stricken face. “Actually, I meant the both of you. The dead have the charm of dreamers, even if they weren’t. You, you actually are a dreamer, little Shilo.” He grinned in the face of her blank shock, raising his arms in his version of a shrug. Her response was to twist slim white fingers in his multi-color cords of hair, yanking. Suddenly his attentions were twisted, and he felt an answering tug further south. Amber knew some things…naughty he was. Still, what was she about? Eyes burning slightly brighter, he tilted his head at her so that her sloe-eyed look was sideways.
“Is that what you want from me Shilo? On this day of days? Have you lost it?” She nodded, vigorously.
“Yes, all of it. Anything that I had is lost, apart from a frivolous bed with shower curtains for drapes in a big, smelly house.” That bed sounds good, he thought before he processed all his connections. He left his head tilted, ‘accidentally’ eyeing her new corset, and new…stuffing. Frillier stuff than he was used to hitting on him. And doing it for the sake of doing it too! Ho, what a day.
“Dare I ask…why you don’t wait for love?”
“Ha. Love. Right. Seems a pretty fickle concept to me. The way I figure it, G” she stressed it, and he found he very much liked that-“All my parts are new. Unbroken, and you never know how long you’re gonna live.” He grinned at her, yanking his head back so that her grip in his hair brought her smashing into him. There we go - he mused, as she started, twisting all of her fingers in. The rasp of her laces covered breasts against his shirt, and the tugs at his scalp brought him up. She hissed like the little house cat she was as he ground his pelvis to hers, both of his hands up her skirt and over what felt like tiered lace panties. He slammed his mouth to hers at that, and found she kissed like she talked. Biting, tempting, and with great curiosity. He liked that. When they pulled apart to breathe, his dark lips now spanning the width of his face, she was still pressing those slim hips to his, and he had to fight back a grunt. He grinned at her.
“Wonderful test run. Tell me…if I say yes, do I get to spend all night in that frilly bed of yours?” She was already tugging him in that direction.
“All night at least.” She smirked over her shoulder at him, and he started walking immediately.
“There had better be a shortcut.”
****
There was a slap of his bare back against the plastic as she pushed him through the curtains, laughing like a mad man. She had rid him of his shirt on the way up, and he had been too consumed with…consuming her that he had never even noticed, nor been able to stop her. Not that he would have, mind you. He sat up, regarding her through the clear curtains. Better than I thought! He grinned as he sat up, watching her.
She looked as if she was underwater, the plastic billowing slightly from the open window. She smirked, hands sliding up to unfasten her corset. He took this time to look her over, at a much better vantage point. The time had sketched out more womanly lines, but she was still thin. He tilted his head at her soft thighs, still wondering at how unmarred everything was. And soft, as he’d said…I wonder how soft she’ll be under me? Ha. His erection was starting to get cramped in such tight quarters.
His eyes snapped up to her as she finally got impatient and snapped the corset off, freeing her breasts with a violent jerk and bounce. Oh! He hadn’t foreseen that- the corset had been holding them so tight; he’d failed to realize her growth spurt. His eyes burned into her, and he only took the waiting until she jerked her skirt down before his hand shot through her curtains and dragged her in. Good grief the panties are pink! She hadn’t squeaked, as he’d fully expected her to, but instead straddled his lap, pulling his head to her breast. He quirked a brow, but obliged her, taking a nipple into his mouth, watching her face. It wasn’t exactly a chore. She smirked down at him, grinding her ruffles of lace into his zipper.
“It is my birthday after all, G.” He smirked back, finally applying himself to her. His hands clamped onto her back, pushing more of her white breast into his own mouth, suckling and swirling the pink bud with his tongue. She gasped shakily, much to his pleasure, and raked ladylike nails down his back, grinding into him again. He had to grunt; it had been so long since any girl had actually participated. Most, like Amber, were junkies, and only knew to bend over and let him have at it. Frankly, it was boring. Shilo might not have been a centerfold, but shewas, a looker and she was on him right now because she wanted him toscrew her, not because she wanted a hit. And, considering she considered him a friend, who was he to deny her a birthday bang?
One hand strayed from her back to slide into her panties, brushing through soft hair to her wetness. She stiffened. Ho! Never been touched, I forgot. Never touched herself either? Well, he’d make sure she wanted him to do it from now on. Where did that come from? He shook it off for the task at…heh…hand, swirling her little nub with two fingers as the other little nub was lavished with his mouth. The little minx bounced against his hand, still grinding into his groin, her breath coming in lovely little gasps. It was the very best torture, and he was barely prepared for the next turn of events. She forced him down and away, moving to her knees. Curious, and horny for the little siren, he watched as she peeled down the panties revealing her soft sex, now only clad in a little black choker. She smirked.
“I’m…inexperienced, but I can read-“ With that said, she turned so her ass and sex faced him, (and, of course, those surprising breasts hung over his waistline-) and rid him forcefully of his pants. Oh! He grinned wide at that, pulling her behind closer for inspection. He paused as she did, feeling a slight swell in his…pride, shall we say…as she had to halt to ponder his equipment. He opened his mouth to comment, but swallowed it into a strangled sound and she swallowed the whole damn thing.
It was his turn to pant slightly, hips arching off the bed as she bobbed her head. It wasn’t a novel thing, but she attacked it as if it were her favorite thing in the world. Fiercely, he leaned up and licked the entire length of her slit, jolting when she moaned around him, vibrating the whole length of his shaft. Good call. Tastes good too... He slid his tongue into her, swirling it as deftly as he could as she swallowed him down so eagerly. When he switched to suckling her clit and driving three fingers into her, she switched to rubbing his dick between those gorgeous breasts and mouthing his balls. Most fucking gorgeous thing he’d ever seen in his life, or at least he thought it was. When he drove a fourth finger in, she screamed around his balls, her hips jerking as she dripped onto him. Before he could celebrate his victory, she squeezed him tight and bobbed lightning fast on the sensitive head of his dick. It was his turn to call out her name, with expletive taglines as he came in a hot rush into her mouth.
She panted, and he waited as they cleaned each other. She was wet again fast-and he was starting to believe she was more than just horny for anyone. She was currently licking him clean in soft little strokes, bringing him up fast.
“You sure you’re a rookie?” She chuckled, her breath hot against him, and he felt more blood rush there.
“Yup.”
“Okay…then how long have you been planning this?” He smirked. She paused.
“Since I met you. You’re all I’ve got, G. You may be a dealer, you never sold me out.” She turned again, lowering herself in a bow shape he was sure he’d glimpsed Mag do on stage once. He felt himself lift slowly to curve with her smooth ass, his hands sliding into her bob. “Plus, I find you…compelling,” She smirked, moving in a way that her wet lower lips polished him like a banister. He hissed out a breath.
“Where’d you learn all this shit?” Her smirk got absolutely predatory, and he kissed her before she answered, slower now, tongue sliding against hers. He moved down her neck, giving her dark kiss prints. She hummed.
“Reading. But that came after the dreams.” He paused.
“Don’t tell me…about me?”
“yup.”
“Ha!”
“Don’t tease. You show up with that quick mouth of yours, twisted manners, and leather…it’d awaken any rebelling teenager. But in any case, shut up. This next part I want you to do.” He smirked, eyes hotter than they had been previously as he rolled her over, grinding his length against her. She moaned at that, bravado lost, back arching to press breasts against him. He was impossibly hard, but then who could blame him?
He was sick enough and honest enough to admit that the thought of a little virgin squirming at night to thoughts of him made him want to fuck her silly just to show her she was right. But it was also true that he was sick enough to have thought about her in much the same way, screwing her in his head every night after he’d met her as he tried to work off a day of getting ground onto by hussies wanting free Zydrate. To think they would have been screwing each other in thoughts before this was for some reason immensely appealing.
So, this had to be good, naturally. She squirmed as he traced her lips with the tip of him, and he quieted her whimpers with a kiss, still rocked by how she burned through his system. So good. When she was slicking him, moaning into his mouth, he slid home, all the way into her, and stopped.
She froze, and he pulled back to watch her face. Her eyes were screwed shut, her mouth pressed in a line. It wasn’t really his nature to sooth, but this was a girl who actually wanted what she was getting, considered him a person…so he didn’t want to fail her. To hell with the rest of them. It was so damn hard though; with her so tight, so wet…he couldn’t remember the last time he’d had that. She was definitely going in his list…very short, to be sure…of friends.
Slowly, she relaxed, and opened her eyes to half-mast. He raised his brows, and she nodded, hands kneaded his back, lean from saving his own skin. Slowly, He pulled back and thrust in, hissing at her tightness. She, for one, moaned loudly, lifting her legs to wrap around his waist bucking forward. She was getting wetter, and he thrust again, quicker, to see which she’d respond more to. She writhed at that, moaning louder, meeting it with a buck of her own so hard he nearly came already. Her eyes were burning, and she grit out a message.
“Rhythm please. Fuck me, G” She could have sounded like Amber if her voice hadn’t been shaking with desire, or the fuck such a tentative and arousing word.
He groaned, sliding his hands under her hips and set to plunging his length into her wetness, nearly choking him with her tightness. She moaned under him, her slim hips bucking up roughly. He groaned at this, lifting her legs over his shoulders to ram into her, grunting in surprise when she gave it right back, grinding him in so deep he can feel her drip on his balls.
This continued on for what seemed like forever, and they delighted in every minute of it. Her white flesh slid over his, infinitely more tender, definitely more sane, but keening now, like a house cat in heat. Her nails bite into his back, and he rolls her over to ride him astride, and she takes to this eagerly, bouncing them both, her breasts undulating with the motion. He sped up, and the curtains around them set to flapping like a thunderstorm was outside. But as soon as he stroked a thumb to her clit, she came in shattering waves, screaming her nickname for him to the heavens, and her clenching tightness drug her with him, tumbling over the edge.
****
Later, they were both twined in his rope-like hair, makeup smeared from eyes and mouths. She was on her side, tracing patterns on his face, and he wouldn’t tell her stop. This had been…different.
“It should be your birthday everyday.” He sighed it, and she nodded looking up at him.
“well, you know…as my friend…” She smirked at it, as did he. It was ridiculous. “you can always stay here when you need to crash.” He grinned, and rolled onto her.
“Oh, I’ll crash, alright. Your daily birthday party.” She laughed, free and wild, and he nipped a trail down her throat, grinning like the Cheshire cat from a century ago. “So where’s the cake? Or are you it?” She laughed more, and he licked a trail from her clavicle to the underside of a breast, enjoying the cake, delighted he didn’t have to share.