Thread: The Girl from Haven (Skye Pilot & Love)

There was a tremor in Ambers nerves as her vision filled with Julian. His blond hair and blue eyes gave the impression of an angel, but the innocence of that serenade was now under flames. Now that his jacket was carelessly flung off to the side, his deep red shirt helped burn away that heavenly image. For just a brief moment he seemed to represent everything happening to her believed reality. The wonderful Haven was not so wonderful anymore. Amber felt like an animal trying to pin down enough courage to stay put in this barn that was smoldering to ashes to stay still under Julians gaze and not dart for the porch. She wasnt quite sure what kept her in place on that couch while he enjoyed the bite of alcohol, but whatever it was, it made her nerves rub on edge. If she pushed for the outside porch, and he caught her, would that be that dumb mistake he threatened her to not make while in the kitchen? She listened to his scoffing words, rolling over her like a gloomy shadow. Then, her fingers curled into whatever material they touched when he sat the glass down and walked over towards her. Fingernails gripped the fabric of her skirt, and the others scratched into the leather of the couch ever so slightly. It was in harmony with the gritty lock of her teeth and the deep breath taken that made her spine straighten. He had grabbed her jaw and was forcing her face to stare into his. Perhaps if she had known Julian a little bit better there might have been a piercing hatred in those golden hues for him, but instead they were withdrawn into a kind of wide-eyed caution. Quickly, his spit hit her forehead like a splattering bug. Amber flinched backwards and her eyes squeezed shut completely. Her entire body tensed up, not really knowing what had hit her until she felt the liquid run down the side of her nose. Disgusted, she voiced a complaint by whinnying a sharp whimper. His fingers tightened into her jaw holding her in place though as she tried to draw back more to swipe away his spittle. Now, it dribbled to her upper lip, and her eyes flickered in more disgust. When he finally released her jaw she snapped her body backwards as far as the couch would allow. Her right hand flung to her face to wipe away the slimy wad of spit that ensnared her nostrils with the scent of his alcoholic drink. It wet her fingers, and she transferred it to the couch to get rid of it, making the leather shine. Amber had to do this twice to even feel as though the bulk of it was gone. But before she could use the couch as a towel for the second time, Julian had kicked off his black pants and was reaching for the back of her head. His 7-inch cock was pointing for her face, aimed by his other hand that held the hard base. Ambers eyes stretched wide in a shocking surprise, and she quickly resisted him. Noo..! She exclaimed in a hard rejection. Her spit covered fingers darted to his right hip and her other hand landed on his left leg. As he pulled her forward using the back of her head, she braced against his hip and leg to try and push him away. She resisted his strength just enough to put tension between them, but not enough to keep him from moving his length to her face. The heated warmth of his engorged head seemed to transfer into her cheeks, because when it touched her flesh a bright blush colored her pretty face. She could feel its weight upon her, the stiff give of its pliable hardness, and the soft smoothness of its textured skin. Julian moved his tip along her jaw line and chin, up her other cheek and to her forehead. It traveled along her lightly powdered perfection and brushed near her vivid eyelashes, almost disturbing the pewter purple eye shadow make-up that gave a pleasant pop to her natural features. There was a brisk coolness to parts of her face that told her he had smeared some of his own spit along her nose, and had deposited some of his pre-cum too. All the while, she kept up that tension between them. If he gave her a centimeter to pull away she took it. Now, he poised the head of his large cock before her pink lips and expected her to open wide, but Amber no longer felt willing. He had taken this too far. It was one thing to give someone a dutiful blow-job and treat it like business, but this was not business-like treatment. Julian had humiliated her. He had degraded her face and it did not sit well with her personal self. Instead of parting her lips to let his large member slip through, she parted them to spit back on his cock. A sizable wad of spit landed on the ridge of his mushroom-shaped head and splattered back along his shaft. There were worse things she could have done, but she felt it within her rights to at least treat him the same way he treated her. Fuck you. She muttered, angry.