CHAPTER 42: CHAPTER 42: THE BOOKWORM FUCK.

There was a silence as choking as the heat in the kitchen, and the hand of Marie hung over the gas burner, the blue flame flicking steadily, smoothing shadows over her face.

"What do you intend to do with the book?" she asked, and her voice was level, her eyes made holes in him.

Gezza hesitated, breathing in, and looked at his open palm-lines, sunk like unsuccessful runes, and trembling a little. "I... don’t have one yet."

"Really?" She smirked, monotonized, with the book advancing toward the fire, the leather heating. "You don’t have one?"

Did you regret it once using it? she pressed, fire crackling more. "Truth. Don’t lie."

"Nooo—" The word was drawn out, yet in his mind a picture of Elena to revenge Mike, Victoria to trample down her bossy smirk. Revenge, not heartless. Shit, I’m not empty.

"Why? Heartless?" she echoed, mocking.

"I don’t know", he grumbled, but the crack made--revenge, swallowing pride, that’s all.

Guess I will drop it, she said, book tilting, flame kissing the corner, runes panicking.

"For revenge!" Gezza blurted, voice raw. Just to make them eat their pride--that is all.

Marie took away the book, flame hissing back with a gentle popping noise as she turned the burner off.

The leathers clicked with a thump closed, the runes fading to ashes. She threw it—arc slack, pages fly.

Gezza got it in mid-flight and held it against his chest, his heartbeat thudding.

"At the very least I see what you are up to", she said, crossing arms a smirk tugging.

"What?" He got nearer, heart thumping with paranoia. You do not hold grudges against me, do you?

"Maybe now." She scoffed, eyes glinting.

"Still, it won’t work on me."

What the hell are you talking about, it will not work on me? The mind of Gezza swam, as his fingers tore the Playbook, whose leather howled in his hand, his blood beating like a cannonbolt in his ears.

There’s too much I don’t know. The dying heat of the kitchen remained upon his skin, the clicking-off of the burner was a far off crackle in the electric silence.

Marie pawed at the counter, her hips rolling, her feet padding bare on the hardwood, her cardigan sliding down, exposing an oily shoulder which glistened with sweat.

The light in the living room flickered, the shadows dancing like long, gluttonous tentacles on her body. "Precisely that", her voice a velvet blade, which came nearer and nearer till her minty breath touched his jaw.

"Your tiny book would do me no good, perv."

Her nails were trailing on his chest, fine but shocking, halting on his racing heart.

The paranoia of Gezza screamed—cult trap? A sort of witchy shield—but lust could be heard the more, his swell almost tearing, his eyes eating the vest she wore and the nipples very sharply defined.

"Prove it, then", he rasped, his voice thick, as he stepped in her heat, the Playbook knocking with a thud on the coffee table that shook the room, dead but heavy as runes.

"That can arranged but now No magic--just your cock. Let’s see how long you’ll last."

His cocky grin twinkled, a growth crack stinging—his erection grew stronger.

Her laugh was deep, evil, it ran through him when she put her hand on him, thigh against his, this contact creating fire.

"All you wielders—like filthy hunger," she taunted, fingers curling into his hoodie, dragging him down, lips brushing an inch above his. "No book. Just you. Gezza."

She made her eyes blister in mischief and cruelty, and challenged him to transgress.

The vanilla filled air, the sweat-clammy air, the air of brutish desire, and the couch dipping behind them, the cushions pleading to fall.

Her hips brushed against the hands which were trembling over Gezza and she felt the heat burning right through her and the ragged breaths of Gezza.

"Fuck the book", he grumbled, yanking his voice, noses bumping, her nails scratching his neck.

The lamp flashed visible once, silhouettes combining in an intensity of one breathing creature.

Gezza sprung forward, his lips falling on Marie over her neck, tongue following salt skin over her cold body, a sharp gasp as he shivered over her.

The fabric of his hoodie was locked in her fists, as the nails tore his hair. His palms were gliding under her skirt, lifting it up, and his fingers discovered hotness, her face flushing crimson in the flashing light of the bulb.

He withdrew, staring her out, her eyes dilating with alarm. "Wanna see you moaning", he hissed, with sleazy hunger, his arm round her waist, moulding her against him, the couch edge scoring her thighs.

His thumb and index finger were touching her clit, pitifully at first, then with ever—increasing speed, her breath stopped, she was on her tip-toes, her knees trembling.

Eye contact scalded--hers rebelious, pleasure bound in a red mask. He thrust further, a brief involuntary moan would come out, her lips parting.

"You still sexy when you moan", he grumbled, and threw his mouth upon hers and his tongue inside, biting into mint and heat. She kissed in return, and pushed him away, breast high, skirt wristed.

"Just fingers, she said, bored but with a blazing eye. "Where’s the real deal?"

Gezza pulled her panties down in a ripping jerk, the cloth tearing a little, and brought them to his nose, sniffing—musky, intoxicating.

"Perv", Marie muttered, and looked away, flushed all over, yet her thighs shook.

Yes, I am, he thought, with a smirk, then lifting her leg on his shoulder, and the skirt bulging higher.

He had cowered down over it, his tongue thrust against her warm and snug body, the walls contracting. "Shit--fuckkk!" she about screamed, breaking the silence with her voice, and her toes curled in the air.

He was sucking her clit, and groaning—crack—fucck—fisting his greasy hair, pushing him in.

His tongue fluttered round her gates, and plunged deep to rub against the upper ridge and her figure curled. "Argh--yes!"

Marie moaned, her thighs shaking his grip of iron, her nose filled with her heat.

Lips closed across her, sucking, scraping, against the edge--her frame twitched violently. "I’m cumming!" release poured, she screamed.

Gezza drew back, panting, perfumed, pushing fingers in to pick up her essence, sucking her clean with a nasty gulp. "Ewww--pervert."

He grinned, clicking off the unzipper, cock leaping out—long and thick with cocksbulbs swollen like ropes. "You will drink mine too", he said, voice swaggering.

"No I will not..."

Gezza scoffed "Didn’t begin, and you already came. Sure you can handle me?"

The eyes of Marie dilated, the breath was rewarded. "It’s... big." .