Page 23 of Crave
“Night.” Gabe’s faint voice echoed.
Hers was indistinguishable…but I knew it was there.
Their doors closed with a soft thud. I lay there knowing right now Lincoln would be watching her. I licked my lips and reached for my cell, opening my messages to find the video.
Christ that’s so good, open…that’s it.That deep voice echoed. I shifted on the bed, searching the camera.Who the fuck are you?The camera shifted, blurring until it panned left catching her kneeling, her eyes wide. I stopped the replay, pulling the recording back and stopped with her face in full view.
She was in her underwear, some kind of white lace thing, the tops of her breasts spilling out. But it was her mouth I stared at. Lips parted, just like he instructed.
My cock hardened and my breaths deepened. She was my fucking sister…but she wasn’t was she?
No.
She was a stray.
A liar.
A fucking whore dressed in white.
Mom’s beautiful angel.I could still hear mom calling her.
“Mom’s angel.” I lowered my head, my hips slowly thrusting into the bed. “Mom’s lying goddamn angel. I bet you liked being on your knees, didn’t you? I bet you give head real fucking good”
Jesus I was rock hard, moaning with the ache as I fucked nothing but air. With a groan I shoved away from the bed, driving myself to the bathroom. I slapped on the light, tore my clothes free and stepped into the shower, hissing at the sting on my ribs. I looked down, finding the red claw marks on my side.
I’d forgotten about them.
Forgotten about her too. The crazy bitch who rode the Hell outta me.
I’d forgotten everything…but these videos.
I stayed there, lathering myself and winced at my stiff cock. I wanted to fist myself. It wouldn’t take long, a couple of thrusts with the image of her in my head and I’d be all over.
No.
No fucking way.
I pulled my hand away. There’d be no relief, not for me…or for her.
I switched off the taps and climbed out. Water beaded along my shoulders as I dried, then walked into my room. It was almost three am…no wonder I was beat. I pulled on boxers and climbed back into bed, smacking into my cell as my eyes closed.
Still, I saw her.
Those green eyes.
I’m sure her training will be done by then…I hear Angelica is quite the natural at giving head.
I moaned and turned over.
I’m sure her training will be done…I’m sure her…I opened my eyes. She just wasn’t going to let me rest, was she? My body was heavy as I pushed upwards and stumbled from my bed. I don’t why I walked out…don’t know why I made it to her room. I don’t know why I turned the handle to her bedroom and stepped inside.
But I did.
Darkness greeted me. The scent of her room soft and clean. The opposite of a whore like her. I neared her bed, my eyes adjusting to the gloom, finding the outline of her body. Soft, deep breaths rose and fell. How does a liar like her sleep? Well, apparently. Real fucking well.
“No.” She mumbled and tossed, thrashing her head. I stepped closer, staring down at her. She was always a stuck up bitch, never going out to the clubs. Never going anywhere that I knew…except for that boyfriend. How did she meet him anyway?
Your mouth is the best I’ve ever felt.
