caesarxstone:
Caesar wasn’t perturbed by her insults. He simply wasn’t the time who found himself getting angry often. He revelled in chaos and violence, but because that was what he enjoyed. Nobody had ever poked at it too deeply. He wasn’t full of rage or battling inner demons, or any shit cliche like that. It was simply what he wanted and there was nobody who could stop him once he had set his mind on something he wanted. Right now, that was beach slut. “Figures. Although it would be hilarious if he did try to fuck you,” he shrugged. “Like I said, though. I think you’d have given it up if he asked for it. I know you would if I did.” Arrogance laced his statement. There was no doubt in his mind that if he wanted to fuck her, he easily could.
“Sucker?” His smirk was back in place, even as his hands refused to move from their place on her ass. His face was smeared with her blood, both from her slap and her kiss, but he made no move to change that. “Really cute that you felt the need to impress me, babe. Maybe you should try less hard next time. It might make you seem less desperate.” She leaned in to kiss him again, and he met her halfway, one hand coming up to the back of her neck to hold her in place. After a while, he pulled away, one eyebrow raising in question. “So. Your place or mine?”
“So?” she shrugged back. “I like sex, and life is short. If I see someone I want to fuck or feel like might be worth while, I’ll do it. Call me easy, but at least I’m getting some. There isn’t any need to be uptight about it. The world would probably...nah, it wouldn’t be a better place. The world sucks no matter what, but it might be a happier place if people gave each other more orgasms. I’m not sure you’d know anything about that, though. I get the feeling you can blow your own load just fine, but that’s as far as it goes. Kind of a shame.”
She bit down on her bottom lip with a grin. In any other scenario, this would probably be one of the most disgusting kisses she’d ever experienced. He somehow managed to make the injury worth while, though. Maybe deep down, she was one of those stupid Manson girls. Something about the blood on his face was a turn on, though, and she wasn’t about to question it just yet. She came to Florida for something exciting, and this had the potential to fit that bill. “I didn’t realize such inane things impressed you. You must be easier than me,” she grinned. She wasn’t sure how long it took for them to pull back from the kiss. She wasn’t deaf to the hollers and calls behind them, and it would’ve egged her on even more if he wasn’t the first to separate from her. “What?” she snickered. “Did you really think I was going to fuck you? Wow. With that big of an ego, you must be compensating for something,” she shook her head, although the way she yanked his shirt to pull him back towards her lips showed she was teasing. If he was willing to prove himself, why would she deny herself the opportunity? “Mine. I don’t want to step over the used tissues and disgusting dirty laundry I imagine is piled in yours.”

















