Page 60 of The Revenge Agenda

“Faster.” I tighten my grip on his hip. “Take what you need.” My only regret is that I can’t cup his balls, knowing I’m about to take what’s in them for myself. “You want me to come, Rush?”

“Yes. So much.”

“Then give me something to jack off with.”

He shudders, fingers biting into my shoulders. “My cum. You want my cum.”

“Just yours. That’s all I need to feel good.”

He cries out, body spasming, cock throbbing out his sheer relief right into my hand. I catch every drop, milk him through it, wait for him to slump against me.

“Now you can take me out,” I tell him.

Rush hurries to dive in after my cock, and the second he pulls me out, he leans forward to wrap his lips around it. There isn’t much room to do it in here, but Rush’s mouth is fucking magic. A warm kiss, wrapping my length in the kind of tingles that make me beg for it to be over with while also begging it to last forever.

He pulls off with a pop and a crooked smile. “Not a great angle, sorry.”

“I disagree.” My eyes run over his body. “It’s a great angle for me.”

I wrap my messy hand around my dick and beat it like it’s my day job. The cum is sticky, a slick glide of thwick thwick with every pass. Rush might be bigger than me, but I know how to use my cock, and if he was bouncing on it right now, I’d have him screaming.

But this is enough, I remind myself. This is perfect. So hot and arousing. Using Rush’s cum like this, smearing it into my aching skin, it’s unlocking a possessiveness I haven’t felt before.

“Take off your shirt.”

He hurries to part the buttons and open the front, leaving his tie hanging loosely between his tight nipples, his soft dick still hanging out of the front of his pants. His hair is a tangled mess from my fists and his cheeks red and flushed while he works to bring his breathing back down.

I fuck into my fist, ass lifting from the seat, finishing line in sight. Rush offers to help once more; I assure him I’ve got this. Would I love to have Rush’s hands on me? God fucking damn, I would. Is it smart with all the things going on in my head? Hell no. There’s a difference between self-preservation and being self-destructive, and apparently, I’m toeing the line, flirting with the cravings and bringing on more.

My fist quickens. Breathing deepens. Every ab muscle tightened into sharp relief.

Rush bites my earlobe and tugs until I grunt in pain. “All I can picture is straddling your waist and using my cum as lube while I sink down onto your cock.”

My dick explodes, unexpected and sudden, rolling waves of my orgasm taking me by surprise. I sink into the high of it, letting it peak and then ebb before I work to bring my vision back into focus.

The first thing I see is Rush’s smug expression.

“Like a bit of dirty talk, do you?”

“I’m definitely not complaining if you want to let it out now and then.”

He laughs and leans in to kiss me. This time is softer than before, a gentle meeting of mouths as his tongue caresses mine like a thank-you.

By the time he’s finished, he’s all jelly-limbed as he melts into the seat beside me.

“Are you okay?”

“Best practice session I ever had.”

“Yeah, me too.”

He sits up suddenly, steadying his head with his hand like he’s had a head rush. “The video!”

“What?”

“We didn’t film it.”

“Were we supposed to?”

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