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“I know.I want you too.”
“You say that, but…”
Spook cupped his hand over the split of her sex, and used his index finger to tease her clit.Alle crooned and pushed herself against his hand.He was almost too stiff.The friction of sliding between her thighs neither smooth nor entirely slippery enough.Adjusting the angle of his slide would bring him too close to joining them together, though.The burr on his senses would simply have to be the punishment he deserved for even letting things get this far.Doing so was risking everything.
You’re going to hurt her.You’re going to hurt yourself.She needs to know who you really are.What sort of man.You have to tell her before this all gets completely out of hand.
As if it wasn’t that already.
They were fucking out in the open for hell’s sake.Tab A failing to connect with slot B didn’t alter that.The end result was going to involve two orgasms.He was riding close to that point already, feeling the buzz in his veins and a band of tension around his balls.His eyes screwed up tight, his lip trembled.Alle, god bless her, let out a strangled gasp as he dug his fist into the spiral waves of her hair and pulled until he was certain it hurt.
“Fuck me,” she demanded.
“I am.”
“Put your cock in my cunt and fuck me properly.”
“I’ll fuck you however I goddamned choose.”
He speared two fingers down either side of her clit.The knot of flesh, engorged with blood, stood out hard and tender.She squealed and hissed at him when he touched it.A vicious shudder ran right through her taut frame.“That hurts.”
“I know.I know you like it too.”
“I don’t like it.”
“Want me to stop?”
“No.Just make me come, okay,” she said, voice gentling.“Fuck, Spook.”
Every one of her limbs was trembling.So too were his.Her thighs were wetter now, soaked, the scent of arousal thick in the air around them.Sliding suddenly got a whole lot easier and a great deal more addictive.His hips bucked, pistoning his cock between her thighs in an escalating tempo.
So many years of holding everything in check, of locking every emotion, every need down tight.Now it was all breaking free at once.The noise she made in her throat spoke of equal desperation.Having made her wait a year, how much longer could he string her along?Hold out, keep the all-consuming darkness reined in?She wanted.She needed him.Those noises, the roll of her hips said it all, and when her head turned and her glittering, wide-open eyes met his, there was no interpretation required.Love.He didn’t deserve it.Hadn’t earned it.She didn’t, couldn’t know him.
Another man would have succumbed.They’d have looked at the open, needy, willing woman before them with her legs spread wide and dived right in, but he… he wasn’t any other man.While his desperation to do the expected rode him like a loa, he simultaneously dug deeper into his resolve.He couldn’t have her; couldn’t risk possessing her.To do so would be to embrace the darkness he’d spent too long fighting to ever just give in to.
“Take me, Spook.Please… Please.”
“Even if that was a possibility, you know I couldn’t.No protection.”
“Fuck… Fuck!”Beads of perspiration sparkled across her skin.She leaned forward, tilting her hips, angling herself as if to catch him regardless.“Fuck.Bastard fucking fuck.”
Spook held her steady and played the head of his cock around her entrance, causing another blasphemous string of words to leave her mouth.It sounded very much like a yes please to more of the same perverse sort of torture.Except, he was riding pretty close to the edge already, and no matter how potent the thrill he’d never do anything as insane as fuck without a condom.
Better to just avoid that sort of fucking all together.
“Hold still,” Alle begged him.“Just use your fingers.”Her voice had grown high-pitched, like a sharp blast of a woodwind instrument.“I’m there, and I want to come all over you.”
Spook didn’t specifically mean to oblige her.It was more that she surprised him with the request.He dug his fingers hard into her thigh, using that leverage to still his body as she began to shake.Her head began to thrash, pulling the strands of her hair tight around his fingers.His own body throbbed.Alle’s release soaked him, her wetness coating the taut crown of his dick making him long for his own release.
It was no longer possible to hold still.He thrust.Down and forward.Close to, but not into her.Knife-sharp spasms driving his actions.He was shaking.Shaking with all that honey-wet pleasure.Throbbing hard.Groaning.Jerking.Simultaneously lost for breath and sucking down air like that was the only thing he could do.Oxygen.His body demanded it.
Alle twitching against him caused another swell of heat.Climax punched him like a heavyweight.His mouth opened around words he didn’t possess the ability to speak.Right on the edge of his senses, Spook was conscious of approaching footsteps.But, he was coming.Coming, and there was no constraining it.One stroke hard on the back of another.Slam, slam, slam.He spilt hard.Shattering apart.
“Spook?You’re shitting me.For real?”The familiar voice boomed inside his already ringing skull.Gingerly, Spook cracked open one eye, and then the other.Rock Giant.Whose cabin was presumably the one next door, stood at the short stretch of railing that divided one balcony from the next.His ridiculous mane of coloured hair was still spiked up so that it stood out nearly a foot from his head.He had a pair of goggles pushed up into the front, and was still sporting the psychedelic contact lenses he’d worn on stage.
“Since when did you—” Uninvited, he hopped over the railing.“Fuck.Is she a natural red-head?”
A panicked, needy sound pushed its way free of Alle’s throat.Rock Giant was staring at her, or rather at them.Specifically, at where their bodies were almost but not quite joined.
