Run & Hide by Beatrix Hollow

12

Two hours later and we were hanging around the pickup area still waiting for the cameraman to show up with the bus. He was taking his sweet ass time. He should have been at the pickup stop before we even arrived in the floats. Instead, we’d been here an hour, wondering where he was at.

Ava was having a good time though, so I didn’t feel too agitated waiting. My bandmates had stayed true to their word, being friendly but not too friendly. They’d just roped her into a Marco Polo game and she was wandering around with her eyes closed, arms out, yelling “Marco”. A small collection of “Polo” screamed out as the guys shifted around in the water.

“Cas, come help me with this,” Brandon said, tugging the cooler towards the shore. They’d decided to skip the ice so we could keep our phones, shoes, and clothes in there along with the beers.

I glided over to him underwater, breathing in the freshwater before popping up and grabbing the other end of the cooler. Brandon eyed me strangely.

“You never take a breath when you come up,” he commented. I shrugged in response. There was no reason to explain myself. It wasn’t as if a normal person would entertain me being nonhuman and just as I expected, he let it go. Everyone always did.

We lifted the cooler from the water and carried it up the shore into the small gravel parking area where the bus should have already been. When I turned to head back to Ava, Brandon spoke up.

“Ava is cool,” he said and I sighed, turning around to face him.

“This plan to ask her to tour with us is stupid. I’m not letting that happen.”

“And just why the hell not? We all get what we want, right?” Brandon was already aggravated, his body tensing. I peeled my shirt from my skin and shrugged. I didn’t feel like explaining myself.

“Fuck, we just want to keep touring! We’re about to hit it big. What were all those years of hard work for when you just quit right when it’s starting to happen for us?” He asked.

“My goals were never the same as yours.”

“What the hell does that even mean?” He asked, his eyes slipping behind me towards the river. It meant that all I had wanted was Ava to notice me as something other than her old stepbrother and friend, but now things were nearly perfect. I didn’t need to keep doing anything else except take care of her. I wasn’t going to explain that to him though. It wouldn’t sound sane to a human man.

Brandon stepped a little closer to me, a fake smile stretching over his face.

“How about, if you don’t agree, I’ll seduce her,” he threatened. A laugh burst out of me.

“Sure, go for it,” I replied. Brandon frowned, clearly unhappy with my reaction. His eyes slid over my shoulder and he sucked his lip in his mouth. “You’re gay, Brandon. I’m well aware you and Matthias are together.”

“What do you know? Sexuality is fluid and Ava, well, she’s a lovely girl, isn’t she?” He didn’t stand a chance with Ava and if he did… no. There was no competition for me because I removed all the contenders. Still, his words screwed into my skull.

“No,” I said, shaking my head, not wanting to believe it. Except, I couldn’t imagine anyone not being attracted to her. I shouldn’t have left her alone with the other band members. I began to turn around and go back but Brandon wasn’t finished yet.

“Okay, how about I tell her what you’re really like. An asshole, a sadist,” he said.

“Oh please,” I huffed in amusement.

“Everyone will say the same thing. That was a pretty little bite you left on her. You get off hurting her too?” He pushed up into my face with a wicked gleam in his eyes. “She’s got a nice body. Big tits and a fat ass. Does she have a tight little pussy too?” I was momentarily shocked at the length he was going to piss me off.

“Shut the fuck up,” I warned, barely holding on to my rage. It was just beneath the surface and he kept saying the wrong things.

“Maybe we’ll offer the full band experience. The guys and me taking turns—” My fist smashed into his jaw, making pain burst in my hand. I relished it. He fell to the ground, completely caught off guard. A bark of pain burst from his mouth and the sound made my eyes nearly roll in the back of my head.

I wanted more of it.

“Get up,” I growled but he was already doing it. Brandon pulled his hands up like an amateur boxer. He gritted his teeth and threw a punch. It caught me on the shoulder as I slid to the side. I didn’t waste time, shooting my own fist at his center. He cried out, clutching his side and I shuddered in delight. More.

He was still clutching his stomach when I pushed on his shoulder. He spun slightly and I slammed my fist into his lower back. When my punch pressed into his body and he cried out, louder than before, my muscles tightened as a rush of satisfaction ignited me.

I swept his leg and shoved him. He fell to his knees, wincing.

“Ava is mine.”

“Jesus, what the fuck is your problem?” He spat, wincing as he grabbed his lower back.

“Have I not made it abundantly clear what my problem is?” I asked. I took a moment to appreciate the look of discomfort on his face. Was that sweat on his forehead? Fuck, that was nice.

“Let me make it more clear then,” I said, grabbing a handful of his electric green hair and pulling. He bared his teeth.

“Repeat after me,” I said. He shot hate from his eyes and I smiled wider. “Ava is Caspian’s.”

“What the fuck—” he cut off when I jerked his hair. “Ava is Caspian’s,” Brandon bit out and I let go of his hair and pushed his head.

“Good boy,” I said with a pretentious laugh. I think Brandon was my favorite bandmate, we always had such a good time together. If we kept all this fighting up, I might even consider him my best friend.

“You’re a sick fuck,” he spat.

“And you’re annoying,” I hissed my face careening into his, my real teeth flashed for a moment, sharpened points of terror. His eyes bulged and he fell backwards on his ass. It was only a flash, something he might explain away later but right now he looked terrified. “If you even think about touching her I’ll destroy you.”

“You’re serious,” he said, scanning my face. I smiled but then his earlier words replayed in my head and I couldn’t stop the rage. I lunged at him, he lifted his arms.

“Stop, please,” he mumbled in a pathetic voice. I’d never once heard him sound that way. He started to shiver. What the hell?

“Caspian,” a feminine voice uttered and I jerked around in shock to see Ava standing there, trembling as she looked at me with wide eyes.

“No, no, no, no,” I said, feeling sick to my stomach. My hands started to shake. Satisfied laughter came from Brandon. Fuck, had they all planned this? Had he been goading me? I ran towards Ava and she flinched away. The air was sucked out of my lungs as I saw her reaction.

“It’s not what you think. He was threatening you.”

“What?” She asked, her voice sharp and strong again. Her eyes zeroed in on Brandon. “What did he say?” I tentatively reached out then sagged in relief when she let me grab her hands and bring them to my mouth. I kissed each finger as I trembled. I almost lost everything and I still felt like I was fighting for it.

“I don’t want to tell you. It involved him and the other guys… with you.” I really didn’t want to tell her but there wasn’t much wiggle room out of this. Ava’s eyes went to me in confusion and hurt.

“Why would he say that?”

“They want me to come back on tour but I can’t Ava. It was a threat for me, what they’d do if I didn’t agree to tour. I need to be here though. I’m so sorry. I just got so angry. It made me sick what he said.”

“I didn’t fucking threaten her,” Brandon grumbled out from the gravel. I jerked around to face him.

“You didn’t imply the whole band would take turns with her?”

“I didn’t mean it like that!” I knew he hadn’t been insinuating he’d force her but it didn’t sound good either way and Ava didn’t know them. All she knew is that before today they’d been mean and disliked her. I patted myself on the back for telling her they’d been the ones in our camp last night, trying to scare us. I’d said it so she wouldn't worry but it worked out well in my favor right now.

Her expression morphed into disgust as she looked at Brandon. I closed my eyes, sighing as my shaking subsided. She believed me.

“Bullshit, Brandon wouldn’t say that,” Matthias said, walking up behind Ava. My muscles tightened in anger and tugged Ava back towards the river. They were ganging up on me. They were trying to ruin what I had with Ava and in no reality would I let that happen.

“Caspian,” Ava said, trying to get me to stop but I didn’t. I pulled her into the water and tugged her along as I swam the sixty feet to the other side. We got far enough on the shore that I could lay her down, partially submerged. Her head rested above water while her hips stayed underneath. I settled on top of her, taking her face in my hands.

“I’m sorry that happened. This is all my fault.” And it was because I couldn’t get them to fucking leave. I swiped my thumb across her bottom lip. “It’s okay,” I said, pressing my lips to hers, hoping she kissed me back. When she didn’t I pulled back.

“They really hate me?”

“No, of course not. They hate me for leaving. They know you’re my weakness,” I said and her eyes focused on mine.

“I am?” Her body lost its tension and I felt myself relax in response.

“You saw the tattoo,” I said, hoping it was better to bring it up than keep avoiding the topic.

“When did you get that?”

“Right after I moved out.” Her eyebrows furrowed at my response.

“Why?”

“I wanted to still feel like you were close,” I admitted. She was looking at me with wide eyes. I pressed my palm to her chest and felt her heart fluttering wildly. Did she like the things I was admitting? She didn’t look like she disliked it.

Her head lifted and her lips found mine. I groaned as she opened my mouth and instigated a deep kiss. My body slipped between her legs. I needed her. The desire and instinct to have her burned under my skin and ached in my stomach.

Just then a sharp pain pierced my temple, a white static in my mind. I pulled from the kiss, wincing in pain.

“Are you okay?” Ava asked, grabbing my face. My eyes lifted to the woods behind her and I looked around. Something shifted in the trees and I took a big inhale, smelling dirt, smoke, and something indescribable.

It was him. Mothman, or whatever the hell, had come to our camp for Ava last night. Now he was here, watching her. Of course he was. He wasn’t going to let up.

“I’m perfectly fine,” I said, dipping my mouth back to hers. I wanted him to watch. A smile curled my mouth as I ground between Ava’s legs, my lower half shifting to true form in the water. She must have sensed my full intention because she pulled back, looking at me nervously.

“Do you have a condom?” She asked. I smiled down at her, brushing her dark hair from her face.

“No, Ava. They don’t fit.”

* * *

“What?”I asked. I must have misheard.

“Don’t worry, I’m clean,” he offered before pressing his mouth back to mine. My body hummed in want as he consumed my mouth. I shook my head and broke the kiss.

“Did you get tested?” I wasn’t stupid. Caspian was a rockstar and the most attractive man I’d ever seen. He dripped sensuality. To think he didn’t get around would be naive.

“No,” he said, pressing his lips back to mine. He ground himself between my legs, eliciting a wanting ache that his hardness teased.

“Cas, we can’t do this right now.” What had I been thinking anyway? I could still hear his bandmates across the river. They were at a distance but in full view. Caspian groaned in displeasure.

“There’s no reason for me to get tested,” he whispered. “Do you understand?” His eyes held mine as I frowned.

“No, I don’t.” We looked at each other as my eyebrows furrowed. “You aren’t trying to imply… “

“I am,” he said.

“Oh, come on, Caspian,” I sighed, pushing his chest to get him off me. He didn’t budge. Instead, he pressed his hips harder into me. He felt bigger than he had in my hand earlier.

“Ava, look at me,” he said and I found his warm brown eyes.

“I’ve only ever wanted you since the moment I saw you.” There was a raw fragility in his eyes—a fear of rejection. He was serious. This beautiful man who could have the world eating from his palms was serious. I wasn’t even sure what to think about that.

“Not with anyone?”

“No, but don’t worry,” he said smiling, the self-confidence returning to his eyes. He began kissing my neck. “I know how to fuck my mate.”

“Your mate—” before I could finish the question his head had darted into the water, going between my legs. I gasped as I felt him peel my swimsuit off. I couldn’t see him at all, his entire body submerged. I could feel warm lips touch my folds in a kiss. His tongue swiped out, slowly parting me open with his mouth. It was tender and passionate. My back arched, my breath coming fast. His tongue slid up and began circling my clit, making me groan.

My head popped up and I looked across the river. His bandmates were looking over in curiosity, their gazes sweeping around, looking for Caspian. They were looking right at me, completely unaware he was between my legs, licking and kissing. It made me feel electric to be so close to discovery. For them to be watching me unfurl under their curious looks. Pleasure rolled over me and I moaned again, my head tipping back.

Wait. Caspian needed to breathe! How long had he been under? Too long, my brain whispered. I shook that thought away and tugged him up. He popped up willingly, pulling himself up my body until his mouth was on mine and he was grinding between my legs. I shuddered as I realized he’d taken off his swim trunks.

He dragged his naked length up and down. Something was going on but I didn’t know what. He didn’t feel normal. He felt… bumpy and sometimes when he ground just right it felt like there was a small suction that pressed on then popped back off as he moved.

Was he using some toy? But how could he? One hand was on my face, the other was tearing my bathing suit top down, revealing my breasts. His mouth went to my chest, his tongue rolling over my nipples before he sucked one into his mouth, caressing it with his tongue. A small suction pulled at my clit and I groaned, my hips undulating against him. I didn’t know what it was but it felt good.

“Caspian,” I said, gripping his shirt. “Take it off.” Immediately he did what I asked, tugging his shirt off and throwing it to shore. He looked like a Grecian god. Poseidon perhaps, with his tall, strong body, wet and stretched above me in the water.

My eyes caught on the new tattoo on his chest right before he laid himself back on top of me. He had taken his hair down earlier today. His long black hair was plastered to his face and neck, dripping droplets.

My eyebrows furrowed as I processed what I’d seen on his chest—his new tattoo. Had that been my face?

Something moved between my legs. No, not something, Caspian’s cock. It moved almost like an appendage, dragging through the outer lips of my pussy. The tip was tapered, poking tentatively into my entrance.

What was happening?

“Caspian?” I asked, my voice a strange combination of confusion and desire.

“Shh, it’s okay Ava,” he said, peppering my lips with kisses. “It’s okay,” he groaned as I felt the strange tip of his cock wiggle further inside me. “Fuck,” he sighed before again telling me it was okay. Then his hips pushed forward and I was being filled up… and filled up.

“Caspian!” I gasped as he went in deeper.

“You’ve got such a perfect pussy, Ava. It’s okay. You can take all of it. I know you can,” he said. Could I? Because I felt the urge to retreat back as his tip squirmed around inside me. Deep, so very deep. One of his hands went to my hip, gripping it tightly and slightly pushing it down, holding me in place so he could fill me all the way up.

One side of his shaft was textured. It dragged across the bottom of my entrance, a bumpy texture that felt good. I groaned, my body relaxing as he began to pull back out. Then I gasped as he rocked into me again, nearly too far back.

Caspian suddenly winced and stopped moving. His head jerked up towards the woods as if he were looking at something. He ground his teeth as if in anger.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, worried. He started to move again, dragging out of me with that jagged texture, it brushed over my taint and I shuddered, gripping Caspian’s back.

“Nothing at all.” His attention went back to me. “You’re so perfect, Ava. Fuck I wish you could know how good you feel.” His pupils were blown, bigger than I’d seen anyone’s, like he was drugged out of his mind. It made me shudder but then he was deep inside me again, making me think of nothing but what was happening between my legs. How deep he went, how he moved inside me—an almost squirming sensation that couldn't be possible. It felt odd, but it also felt incredible, teasing my insides into further pleasure. Because of that, I didn’t question it. I was chasing the sensations.

He didn’t look away from me now. He rocked in and out of me like a wave, a look of awe and wonder on his face.

“Ava,” he murmured as if in reverence as he rolled in and out. Over and over. Ava, Ava, Ava, on his lips like a repeating chorus. I felt the tip of him wiggle inside me, brushing a bundle of nerves that made me gasp and tighten. Caspian sucked in a sharp breath when I did. Then he did it again and again making me feel like a tightly wound ball that was a moment away from exploding. Instead of exploding though, I just kept getting wound tighter and tighter, release never quite coming. Instead of a wave, it was a surge, swelling up inside me so large I was almost scared to feel it crash down on me.

“You’re doing so good, Ava,” Caspian groaned, pressing his mouth to mine. He dragged his lips over my cheekbones and jaw, he kissed my nose and eyelids and temple. I liked that I was making him happy, that he thought I was good.

I moaned, writhing beneath him, needing some type of release as he thrust and squirmed inside me. How was he moving inside me like that? I shook my head, ignoring the thought—ignoring it all as Caspian rubbed in and out of me. He moved a hand between our bodies, his fingers pressing on my clit.

“I’m going to need you to come, Ava,” he said. The way he said it was odd, like he actually needed me to come. My breath hitched as he moved in and out and his fingers worked me higher. His tip brushed and teased the bundle of nerves inside me and I finally, finally, crested brutally, my fingers digging into Caspian’s back.

“That’s it,” Caspian rasped, shoving himself hard inside me. “That’s it, Ava,” he encouraged, his voice rough and throaty. He went deeper than before, the tapered tip of him shooting out straight and bumping so far back I saw stars because it hurt.

Caspian groaned, his forehead dropping to mine. A deep pain ached inside me but the orgasm was still rolling on, his fingers still grinding into my clit.

The dueling sensations overwhelmed me, making me whimper and tense up. Tensing up made the pain deep inside me increase.

I cried out.

“Fuck, I love that sound. It’ll be okay. Ava.” Caspian cut off with a groan and I could feel him throbbing inside me. He wasn’t thrusting. Instead, he was anchored in that spot too deep. Warmth spread inside and with it, the pain was swept away into a euphoria. I couldn’t speak, my mouth straining open on mute cries. Even my uterus throbbed, tensing and relaxing as bliss like I’d never known pummelled my body into pieces.

“It’ll be okay. Ava, you feel so good. So, so good,” he groaned. I could physically feel him filling me with his cum. Somewhere deep inside me was stretching to accommodate the flood he was gushing into me. I felt full, so very full it was nearly uncomfortable but I felt so good too. I could barely think at all, just lay there, feeling Caspian fill me to the point of bulging. I whimpered as I writhed beneath him.

“Shh,” Caspian purred, his voice decadent. “You did perfect, Ava. You took all of it. Such a good girl,” he complimented as he pulled out. A sharp pain shot off inside for a brief moment when he pulled back. I winced and he seemed pleased to see it, a languid smile of satisfaction on his face, his pupils still blown.

He kissed the bite mark, sucking on it. It throbbed but the memory of an orgasm accompanied the pain, making me want more. He pulled back, his tongue swiping over his lips then he looked down at my body. His large hand spread out over my belly. I felt so full.

“Look,” he said and I looked down to see my stomach bowing out more than normal as if I’d just stuffed myself at a buffet. Caspian ran his hand back and forth. I was about to tell him to stop but he pressed his hand down gently.

Warm liquid gushed out between my legs, making me gasp. That was his cum, so much inside that I’d been bloated. That I could physically see how my body had expanded to accommodate it.

Caspian’s blown-out eyes flicked up to mine as he gave a nefarious smile. Did his teeth look sharper? Chills raced over my arms.

You can’t run from it, whispered in my head and finally, I realized my mom had been right.