Page 47 of Revive
That he’d therefore choose to indulge such desires now left her shaking and disorientated.
But whether to speak or hold her tongue.
If she told him what she could see, or even embellished on that vision, then would that mean he’d stop? If she was bad, did that mean she got her arse worshipped, and not her pussy? Or would he do exactly as he pleased to her regardless of any action she took?
The tip of his tongue invaded her. Which made cries build in her throat. This was dirty. Bad. Wrong. Especially to be doing it here. In her place of work. Where anyone could walk in, and where they could already be seen by two other people. Two people who were now, one hundred per cent fucking like maniacs, and every sound they were making was playing in stereo right into her ears courtesy of state-of-the-art headphones. She was never going to be able to listen to the track this was destined for without thinking back to this moment. The rawness of Xane’s breath, the rub and slap of bared skin. Spook’s tongue, and now fingers teasing her in a place of extreme sensitivity.
Would other listeners hear it in the same way? Would the track wind up banned for obscenity? If they played it live, would it incite the whole stadium into random acts of fornication?
Something flickered at the edge of her vision. Condom wrapper, she realised as Spook regained his feet. There was no way he was going to do that here, surely. She wasn’t sure if it was lust or disappointment that gripped her as he filled up her cunt.
His arms enfolded her again. Hands found their way beneath her clothing. Fingers loosened her bra.
“I feel you’re being particularly stubborn today.” His left hand splayed around the front of her throat. “I’ll admit I’m feeling torn. What should I do with you?”
Keeping up the see-sawing of his hips would be good.
“Someone’s nice and wet.”
Oh, yeah. She was definitely that.
“Take your bra off.”
Alle slid the straps down her arms and over her hands. It fell loose beneath her top. Spook cast it free of her clothing, then filled up his palms with her bounty. He wasn’t kind in his appreciation. He rarely was, but then it amused her to find bruises in odd places and remember how she’d felt as he made them.
“I want to fuck your arse.”
She gulped around his grip on her throat. “Now?”
“It feels like a good moment for it, don’t you think?”
She was eager for it. She’d been eager for it the whole time she’d known him, and while he’d tormented her with toys and the lash of his tongue, even the intrusion of his fingers into that delicate place, actually screwing her there was forever an event for another time, a different day, tomorrow, tomorrow, and tomorrow. Until now. In a studio full of lights, in a room with no lock and a window wall on the other side of which two of his band mates were currently fucking with gusto.
Xane’s and Luthor’s sighs continued to steep her mind, coaxing her to let go as well and revel in wild abandon.
“Or maybe, you’re just a filthy tease who likes to dangle promises they never intend to deliver on before a bloke,” Spook crooned. “What’s your answer to that, hm? If you want a clue, it’d better be, yes, please, Spook. Do me now. Do me right now in my curvy virgin arse. And don’t forget the please.”
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Spook
Sometimes the monster leaped up and you couldn’t shove it back down.
Maybe that was okay, and maybe it wasn’t. That was a philosophical argument for another time. Right now, he was good with slackening the leash. He wanted to play. He wanted to fuck. And he wanted her arse.
Alle’s gaze shot to where Luthor and Xane were still intimately entwined. Spook could feel her nervousness. It rippled against his palms, quivered where their flesh was connected, and punched a rapid tattoo against his palm on her throat. It also made the slide of his cock into her cunt honey-sweet. She was slick for him, hot and wet, so that each time he got inside of her it made him wonder if his mind would unravel from the sheer bliss of it.
Ten years of denying himself something so fucking sweet. There was definitely ground to be made up.
While Spook knew he could get them both off like this with minimal effort, his mind was fixated on switching things up. He could lay the fault at the door of the live Xane Geist sex show happening before him, but really, he was a depraved fucking monster who thrived on a diet of filth.
Couple that fact with the knowledge it’d be her first time, and their location, and you wound up with a near irresistible compulsion to make it happen.
“You have to say it, Alle.”
Consent, that’s what he needed to hear. An understanding that they were on the same page.
“You need to tell me you want it. That you’re good with me sliding in there.” He drew back a fraction, so their bodies were no longer squashed together, though they remained connected where it mattered, and drew an S-curve down the ladder of her spine. From there, those two fingers went straight into his mouth, before sliding against her pucker.
