A short by peaches: "Pretty Boy"

She knocked on the door, tentatively, and then with more confidence. She counted silently in her head, reaching four-mississippi before she heard the deadbolt slide back.

“Hi”, he said, “come in”.

Surreptitiously studying her surroundings, she continued exchanging meaningless pleasantries. “So, Pretty Boy, what are you up to?”, she asked to his back as he walked in front of her in the long hallway.

He stopped dead. Shoulders hunched, he spat out, “Don’t call me that”.

Still glancing around, she failed to notice the menace in his posture. “Why not, Pretty Boy?”, she retorted flippantly.

Whirling around, he furiously punched through the drywall in front of her. Shoulders shaking, head down, he whispered, “Because you know damn well I’m not. Now go, since you’re probably scared of me now.”

Gentle fingers pulled his hand out of the wall. Surprised, he looked up and got the shock of his life. On her face was an expression he had never thought to see on any girl’s face. She stared down at his bloody knuckles with unmistakable desire. He watched, fascinated, as her tongue flicked out to taste the drop of blood trickling down his index finger.

She looked up then, and he felt her eyes burning through him, turning every cell in his body to fire. With a grunt, he pinned her to the wall, his mouth crushing her lips as he made every attempt to devour her from the inside out. When he came up for air, he felt every inch of her body pressed up against him. A sudden wave of ice washed down his spine, This shouldn’t be happening, I misunderstood her, I should stop…

And, with all his willpower, he tried to pull away, tried to let her go. And found that she wouldn’t let him go. With a sudden heave, she threw him against the wall, leaning over to chuckle throatily in his ear, “What do you want?”

And with that, he gave in. He entwined his fingers in her hair, bending her head back cruelly so he could lick her neck. He felt, rather than heard, the gasp that shuddered through her body. And he was lost, lost in the scent of her, in the small sounds she made, in the pleasure of her body. He was lost for a very long time.

***

Later, she laughed and said, “See, I told you I could make you feel better.”

And he smiled.