Page 47 of Hyperspeed
Gun to my head, I couldn’t recall a time when my dick had been this hard, at least not without a partner. I’d been reduced to nothing more than a mindless beast searching for pleasure, and if I didn’t come soon, I was afraid I’d combust. A spontaneous human disaster, reduced to ash and regret.
My lizard brain conjured the image of Rev, on his knees with tears streaming down his face, drool on his chin. He was always full of snark, wearing a blanket of arrogance to cover his nerves.
The vision of him on his back, too busy crying out in pleasure to remember his name—let alone a snide remark—was enough to have me dancing along the knife’s edge.
But horny Kai wanted to drag this out.
I loosened my grip, easing the pressure around my cock as I drew in slow, steady breaths, grateful when the tingling at the base of my spine ebbed, inch by inch. My thumb caressed the tip, spreading the pearly drops of precum leaking from my slit. I dragged it down my shaft, and the smooth glide made me shudder. My back arched off the soft mattress when I cupped my neglected balls in my free hand.
And the hornier I got, the clearer my version of Rev became. It was easy to imagine his lithe, naked body crawling up my bed, straddling my hips.
Would his cock be short or long? Thick or thin? None of it mattered, not when the image of him pressed against me had me growling into the silence, feral with want.
I recalled the way he’d moved in Nebula, hips rolling in a hypnotic rhythm, fingers trailing sweat-slick skin with teasing precision.
How would he look above me, grinding down, our cocks sliding together, slick with precum and heat? Would he like it if I held his hips, urging him into a rhythm I controlled? Would he whine and writhe if I pinched his nipples? Would he chew his lip raw, fighting back the wrecked, needy sounds threatening to break free?
Or would he be lost to it, moaning my name as skin slapped against skin, each echo a hymn to something wicked?
The tingling in my spine returned, and now I was fucking my fist in earnest. My cock leaked a river of precum, my fingers covered in it. My window was cracked open, the cool air caressing my damp skin.
I was hurtling towards the finish line, but my conscience was cockblocking me, desperate to hold me back from rapture. Horny Kai was stronger, though, and dying to fucking come.
I focused on the Rev in my mind. The one who straddled my hips, tail coiled around my thigh, looking almost wrecked with pleasure.
That Rev would press down to my chest, lips whispering against my ear . . . and I was so lost I could almost feel his heated breath on my skin.
He’d whisper, breathless from the exertion, rough from his whines and moans. “You can’t stop thinking about me, can you?”
And even knowing he wasn’t really there, the word “no” came out in a low, desperate whine.
“Let me hear you, hotshot,” he’d purr. “Come for me, Kai.”
So I did.
Imaginary Rev vanished with the wind as my hips bucked one final time.
I screwed my eyes shut, giant stars exploding behind my eyelids, and ropes of cum shot from my cock. They covered my stomach and chest, some even hitting my chin. My heart pounded, threatening to burst through my ribs, and my lungs burned.
“Fucking hell.”
My limbs twitched with the aftershocks, but my eyes stayed closed. Because while I knew he’d been a figment of my imagination, I worried that when I opened them, the rookie would actually be lying next to me.
The devil on my shoulder whispered that they wished it had been real, and I shut that thought down fast. Wanking over thoughts of my rival was one thing, but fucking him?
Nah.
If that everhappened, I’d find the nearest black hole and dive right in, spaghettification be damned.
Spaghetti Kai-bonara. Bon appétit.
When the twitches subsided, I felt brave enough to open my eyes, and as expected, I was alone in my bed. Just me, my perverted thoughts, and the sticky reminder of how fucked up I was.
A reminder that was drying and making my pubes itch.
Before I could spiral over what had happened, I forced myself out of bed and into the en suite.
And if behind closed shower doors I gave in and tugged another one out?
