Authentic Imposter by Hazel Jonas
Chapter 4
Lilly
I pull my sweater dress off and toss it aside. Silver’s gaze explores my newly exposed flesh, eyes turning pink. I temporarily unwrap my legs from his body to kick off my boots. They hit the concrete with heavy thuds.
“You-you still want me?” he asks quietly, voice sounding twenty years younger.
The alien between my legs is suddenly a shell of the man who dragged me to his hideout. He’s bouncing between evil Bond villain and abandoned boy, unable to pick what side of him he wants to lean on.
“Yes. I’m too clingy to scare easily,” I say as I untuck his shirt from his jeans, using my leverage around his waist to sit up.
It’s not a complete lie. All of my fantasies revolve around him. I haven’t masturbated to a single thought that didn’t include him. I’ve acted out kinks he suggested in the privacy of my bedroom, pretending we got to experience them together, fulfilling my desires and wants and needs as best I could. For weeks the only emotions I felt were during masturbation.
Today, I plan to turn those fantasies into reality.
“I don’t understand you.” His voice is still meek and quiet.
I stick my hands under his shirt, spreading my fingers over his abs. Silver shivers, his eyes closing for a moment.
“Do you have to?”
I’m tempted to ask him what exactly is confusing him, but I’m selfish and don’t think my heart could handle hearing his response. This is revenge, Lilly. Break his fucking heart.
Silver tears his shirt off. His shoulders square, chin tilts up. He watches me, eyes focused off to the side of my body. It’s my aura. That’s what’s confusing him. I’m so numb to the world, my own desire is barely poking through. Taking one hand off his stomach, I unhook my bra and add it to my pile.
I don’t give him much time to react before throwing my chest against his. Lips colliding, we swallow each other’s moans. Grinding my hips down, his double erections make their presence know. His hands push between us, cupping my breasts and lifting them up. My nipples are caught between his fingertips.
Arousal soaks my underwear, cotton clinging to each fold. My hands find his belt, making quick work of the buckle. I break away, scooting back to give my hands space to undo Silver’s jeans. As soon as I’ve gotten the fly open, he shoves me back. I yelp when my back slams into the stiff mattress. Silver removes my leggings, underwear and socks in one motion. The rough, abrupt removal smears arousal up my thighs.
Silver curses, dragging a finger through the mess he made on one thigh. A wicked smile graces his lips.
“You remembered, Caoineag,” he says as he positions himself to lie on his stomach between my legs. “You haven’t shaved.”
His voice hitting me with a wave of yearning, my legs shake as he nips and licks at the wet spots. Silver moans and curses under his breath as he cleans my thighs with his mouth. His eyes are a dazzling shade of pink. The closer he gets to my pussy, the more I whine and buck my hips. I need his mouth on me and I need it now.
“Look at how swollen your clit is, Caoineag. Your cunt soaked and fluttering from kisses. You haven’t been taking care of yourself, have you?”
I shake my head, curls sticking to my sweat-damp temples. I debate lying, playing into his teasing. But I want to take both of his cocks at the same time. He won’t let that happen if he doesn’t think I’m ready.
“I have! But not with my pussy.”
Silver freezes, mouth inches above my mons. I try to shimmy up, but he holds me still.
“You neglected your cunt?” He tsks. “Why would you do such a thing?”
Cheeks flushing, my stomach clenches. I look away. My knees lower to my shoulders, tilting my hips up. “To fuck my ass.”
Silver sucks in a harsh breath and exhales slowly over my clit. I can’t look at him. Skin burning with embarrassment and wanton need, my clit is aching for more attention. Is he hesitating or so drunk with lust he forgot how to function, or both? Harsh, rapid breaths and his palms against the sides of my hips are the only touches.
“Look in my purse,” I whisper.
Jeans scrape against concrete, hands leaving my skin and leaving behind rapidly cooling spots. Pressing a cheek to the sheet, I watch Silver unzip my bag. The muscles in his back tense into thick cords as he stares down. His head whips towards me as he pulls out a familiar bottle of lube.
“You planned this?” he asks, holding the bottle between two fingers and shaking it.
I laugh and bite my lower lip.
Silver growls, dropping the purse, tossing the lube onto the bed and crawling back between my legs in a flash. The damp heat of his breath tickles my pussy. It’s the only warning I get. Broad, messy strokes of his tongue from entrance to clit drag a moan out of me. Fingers digging into my hips, he uses that silver-colored muscle to push back the hood of my clit and swirl around the bundle of nerves before sucking it into his mouth.
If it weren’t for his arms looped under my legs, they’d straighten out. The shakes are so violent my hips aren’t strong enough to keep them in this position. Each steady flick of tongue against clit builds pressure in my core. Saliva mingles with my wetness, rolling down my ass, teasing the hole I’m desperate for him to fuck.
He moves away from my clit, slurping at it once before plunging his tongue into my cunt. I splutter and cry out. The gentle stretch rockets pleasure up my spine. My eyes roll back as he fucks me with his tongue, lapping at my fluttering walls. Each thrust makes my clit ache in jealousy. I’m torn between shifting my hips down to guide him back up or bouncing against his face. I’m surprised it feels this fucking good.
My monster knows best. Silver starts a pattern. Sucking and flicking my clit for several strokes, fucking my cunt with his tongue and then repeating. He feasts on my cunt like it’s his favorite food, groaning while he works me into a state of untamed pleasure. I’m feral, crying, panting, and moaning his name between gibberish.
Light bursts before my eyes, mouth falling open as the tension in my body floods out. Silver’s fingers grip my hips, lessening the violent waves crashing over me. His mouth is still working my clit as my limbs flex and contract. My cunt contracts around nothing, sending signals of deepening desire to my brain.
Catching my breath feels like an impossible task. My vision swims. The desire deep inside of me is insatiable. I reach between my legs and push his head away. My clit slips from between his lips with an audible pop.
“Please,” I whimper.
“Please what, Caoineag?” His breath tickles my skin, threatening to send another orgasmic wave crashing through me.
“Fuck me.”
Fingers leave my skin. The sharp ache in my hips tells me I’m guaranteed bruises. Forcing my body to comply, I sit up on my elbows, the sheet peeling off my back. Silver kicks off his boots, pants, and boxers. He worries his lower lip. A weird flurry of concern dances through the haze. Pink eyes find my own.
“I don’t have condoms.”
I smile softly. Or at least attempt to, my lips twitching like I’m straining them. “I’m still on the pill.”
Silver frowns, but nods. Turning towards me, my mouth waters at the sight of both cocks. As he approaches me, I scoot back on the mattress so he doesn’t have to kneel on the concrete any longer. He grabs the lone pillow, folding it in half before shoving it under my hips. I lie back, splaying my legs and planting my feet on either side of his body. The bottle of lube is now in his hands.
He coats two fingers and presses them against my asshole. I bite my lip to prevent a gasp from the cold from sneaking out. I don’t want him to misunderstand my reaction as fear. Working the cold gel around my hole like he’s massaging lotion into my skin, my brows knit together.
“I’m warming it up,” Silver says, his gaze locked on my face.
Another tingle of confusing emotions swarms my chest. He’s doing his damndest to make this comfortable and pleasurable for me. The kindness and devotion try to melt away at the ice around my heart.
His fingers press into me with ease. Silver curses under his breath. My eyes flutter closed, feet lifting in an attempt to wrap around his waist. No aches or pains accompany his intrusion. Only pleasure in its purest form. The gentle movements tease my hole with what’s to come. He slicks my rectum with lube, fingertips massaging the walls and exploring me.
“Please,” I mumble. “Please fuck me. I can take it.”
“I believe you, Caoineag,” he chuckles. “You’re writhing about on my bed, two fingers up your ass with no resistance or a grimace.”
Then why aren’t your dicks in me yet?
The fingers pull out of my ass slowly. A sloppy wet sound greets my ears. He’s lubing his cock. The mattress dips to the left of my head. Eyes opening, I see Silver leaning over my body, one hand planted flat. His eyes are focused on his cocks. The head of the top one slides between my labia, coating itself in my orgasm.
“Will you tell me to stop?” he asks.
No.
“Yes.”
Silver’s gaze flicks up to mine. He doesn’t believe me. “I’m serious, Lilly. Tell me if I’m hurting you.”
What counts as hurting me? Cause walking away from him in the next hour is going to be painful if I don’t feel like I got revenge.
I reach up and run my fingers through his hair. “I promise. I’ll tell you.”
Silver doesn’t look any more reassured, but he accepts my answer. The head of his top cock pushes into my cunt and stops. My lips part in a silent gasp. Such a fucking tease. A harder press against my puckered hole sends excitement running through my veins. I bear down, helping him enter me. Legs finally able to wrap around him, I push his hips down.
Popping past the first ring of muscle, both cocks sink into me. I gag on my own spit, throwing my head back in ecstasy. My nails are digging into his scalp, calves pressing on his back, forcing his hips down. Each inch deeper sends my body into a catatonic state. The sensations are overwhelming.
Both holes clutch his cocks, inviting him in deeper. The tops of Silver’s thighs meet my ass. Even pressed against me, they shake from strain. Dropping to his forearms, his sweaty forehead rests against my own. Short, uneven pants of breath hit my lips.
With him fully sheathed inside me, I feel full but not sated. Rocking my hips, I manage to shallowly thrust his cocks in and out. The drag against my puckered hole and the pressure against my G-spot send me back into a mumbling mess. Silver whimpers, fingers fisting into the sheets.
“Caoineag.” His voice is gruff. “Such a needy slut.”
His hips slam against my ass, rattling me to the bone. The cock in my ass thrusts deeper than my toy.
“Please, fuck me hard.”
Silver growls.
“Please! I promise I can take it! Please! I’ll tell you to stop!”
The noise Silver makes is somewhere between a snarl and a feral, possessive roar. But he does as I asked, pulling out halfway and thrusting back in, knocking a scream loose from my throat. My hands rake down to his shoulders, scraping my nails over his back as he fucks me with abandon. The wild, rough pumps of his body into mine have me holding onto him for dear life.
Each snap of his hips fills me with dual, competing pleasures. Both holes full from his massive cocks, repeated strokes over my G-spot combined with the depth of his cock in my ass win over. I can’t feel any other part of my body. I moan a mantra of his name and yeses. Crossed legs trap him against me as if I’m truly concerned he’ll run away.
“Your virgin ass shouldn’t take a cock as big as mine, Caoineag. You’ve spent hours working your little hole open, haven’t you?” he growls, forehead still pressed to mine.
“Yes, Silver,” I whine.
“Fuck, Caoineag. You’re too fucking tight. I don’t want to cum. I don’t want this to end.”
I don’t want this to end, either. But it has to. I have to run away just like he did. The longer I stay here, getting fucked into a mattress and being one with pleasure, the more our repeat separation will hurt. This needs to end and soon. Or I might never have the strength to leave a man so concerned about my pleasure he’d torture himself to benefit me.
“I did it thinking of you,” I say breathlessly. “I was desperate to know what two cocks feel like at once. But my toys don’t feel as good. You’re thicker and... gentler.”
Silver’s head lifts up, eyes open wide and darting about my face. His pace becomes erratic. His voice is strained but soft. “Gentler?”
I bite my lower lip and nod.
He curses, eyes slamming closed. My breasts bounce with each collision of our hips.
“I let it hurt. I like the sting. I love the ache deep inside that lasts for days. The soreness when I’d toy my hole again the next night.”
“No.” He swallows hard, pace evening out and chin meeting his chest. “I can’t, Lilly. I can’t do that. Not to you.”
That’s probably for the best. I’d rather not be sore enough to be reminded for days on end of how much pleasure he can bring me.
“Then let go, Rex. Breed me.”
Speeding back up, his pace never truly becomes brutal, and it doesn’t return to the initial roughness. It’s enough to rock my body and loosen gasps from between my lips. My nails rake down his back again, drawing a shout from Silver’s mouth. His muscles stiffen, hips shuddering to a halt as his cum shoots inside me. He grinds down, like he’s trying to push it deeper. With groaned curses and twitchy limbs, Silver collapses against me.
I’m instantly too warm, but I don’t move to shove him away, instead simply stroking his slick back and unhooking my feet, allowing them to rest on the mattress. His chin is on my shoulder, face pressed against the sheet. I’d be concerned he was suffocating if it weren’t for the rise and fall of his stomach on my own.
“I’ve never done that before,” he says, voice muffled.
“Anal? Or DP?” I ask, continuing to ghost my fingertips up and down his rapidly cooling skin.
“Both.”
I’m shocked by his admission. Wait, did he tell me that before? I can’t remember.
“You’re very good for a first-timer,” I tease. “I loved it.”
Silver snorts. Forearms slapping against the mattress hard enough to rumble it, he pushes himself up until he sits on his heels. Holding my ass apart, he slowly pulls outs. The loss of his body heat and the fullness hit me at the same time. My cunt and ass clench around nothing, pushing a trickle of cum out of me.
Suddenly I find some sense of decency and become embarrassed. Silver, on the other hand, looks deeply in love with the sight of whatever is happening between my legs. The frigid air seeps into my bones. I draw my knees together, gooseflesh breaking out over my legs.
“May I have my dress, please?” I say through clattering teeth.
Silver snaps out of whatever trance my crotch put him in and brings me my clothes. I pull my dress on over my head, not bothering with my bra or to pull it all lower than my waist. Tender, light touches on my ankles send alarm bells ringing in my head. I watch as he pulls my socks on for me.
Fuck. I need to run. That touch shouldn’t have set off that kind of reaction.
He holds a hand out. I shake my head.
“I’m a little dizzy. Go clean yourself up. I’ll join you in a minute.”
It’s not a lie. Adrenalin pumps into my heart, stealing my focus from everything other than the pounding in my chest.
His lips purse, but his hand falls away.
“I’m fine. I promise. You’ve had me pinned here for a while. Need to readjust to being upright.”
A shit-eating grin full of triumph puffs up his cheeks almost enough to narrow his red eyes.
“Bathroom’s around the corner. I’ll get the shower warmed up. Join me when you’re ready, Caoineag.” He tuts, strolling away into the darkness. A small light flicks on in the distance, just enough to highlight an entryway into what looks like another empty concrete room. I watch Silver turn the corner, disappearing again.
I jam my feet into my boots, not bothering with my leggings or underwear. Pulling my coat on, I shove my remaining clothing into my pockets and purse. The shower starts with a hiss in the distance. The fall of water is amplified by the concrete walls. This is it. My only chance.
Skipping away, I open his front door just enough to let my body sneak through and close it gently to not make a sound. Not that I would have heard it over the blood rushing past my ears or my own unsteady breaths. My legs carry me as fast as they can, taking me in the opposite direction from where he carried me, lungs screaming from the exertion. The chilly air burns my dry mouth.
I weave between people, trying to find my phone through all of the crap stuffed in my pockets. Taking alleys at random, trying to make a confusing path for my alien, I find my way out of the maze. The ocean in sight, I don’t stop running until I’m nearly one with the sea, skidding to a halt on the edge of a pier alongside a warehouse.
Phone finally in my hand, I don’t bother to check my texts. I dial Caite and hide between two parked work trucks.
“Hello?”
“Come get me! Now!” Each word hurts, my brain deprived of oxygen. I rattle off directions to her. “He’ll notice I’m gone any second now, if he hasn’t already.”
“I know that,” she snaps. “I can only drive so fast.”
I keep myself low between the trucks, watching for anyone approaching from between the wheels.
“Pop the trunk when you get here.”
“You’re kidding.”
“I’m fucking not.”
Tires squeal from my right. Thankfully, it’s Caite. She does as I asked. I throw myself into the SUV’s trunk. Caite hops out to slam it closed and runs back to the driver’s seat, her face covered with a scarf and hat. Silver wouldn’t recognize her if he saw her. I cover myself with my coat as best I can on the off chance someone peeks through the tinted back window.
The car takes off, sliding my body against the backseat. I curse and roll over. My knees fall apart, thighs stuck together with disgustingly cold cum. I doubt I’ll have enough time to shower.
“We need to grab our bags, get the first flight out of here, and hide at the airport,” I say, my voice raspy.
“Aye, aye, captain.”