Page 122 of Rebel

Humming, I lean back and lick my lips. “Sweet and salty.”

“Jesus,” he mutters, widening his legs so he doesn’t fall as I lick a line up and down his cock again, tonguing the mushroom head. The mixture of honey and precum makes me hum in pleasure.

“Fuck, pretty girl, please,” he begs.

“Please what?” I murmur, rubbing my face along his length as he watches, feeling it jump in my grip.

“Please suck me. Come on, pretty girl, don’t tease me,” he pleads.

“Why not? You love to tease me.” I blow over his cock, watching him jerk, and then I suck on the head of his cock until his hips stutter. Chuckling, I sit back and watch his face darken in frustration. “You said you wanted to play and that being bad was good.” I flutter my lashes, and then I whisper the next words along his skin. “You were right.”

I put him out of his misery before he throws me down and fucks my mouth, tightening my fist around his length. I slide my hand down to his base and suck him into my mouth, hollowing my cheeks. I watch his eyes slide shut, his jaw going slack, and when I pull back, his Adam’s apple bobs.

I love the reaction this man has to me.

My legs widen as I settle in and bob on his cock, sucking him slow and dirty. I let the honey and precum drip down my chin as he rolls his hips with shallow thrusts, chasing pleasure.

It’s so hot watching him fall apart for me that I speed up, sucking harder and letting him use my mouth. His head falls forward, his dark eyes meeting mine.

“Pretty girl,” he warns breathlessly.

I hum in acknowledgement, knowing he’s close, and when he grips my hair and takes over, I let him drive into my mouth with hard, quick thrusts until he groans. Cum spills down my throat, and I swallow it all, and when I pull back, licking my lips, he drops to his knees.

Grabbing my cheeks, he kisses me. “Always winning against me at my own games, aren’t you?”

“You love it,” I respond as I lean back.

“I do.” He flops to the side, his arm over his face. “Fucking honey.”

Laughing, I look up and find Trav and Kolton still watching us.

I struggle to my feet, my knees aching.

I don’t want Trav and Kolton to be left out, so I head their way. I stop at Trav first, and when he tries to back away, I pin him to the wall and squirt honey on him.

“Beck!” he yells, but it ends in a laugh as I lick it off his chest, arms, and cheek before kissing him, and then I turn to Kolton.

His eyes are narrowed, and he stands with the sofa between us. “Beck,” he says, but I jump over the sofa, tackle him to the floor, and lift the bottle as I grin down at him. “No, no, please,” he begs, laughing as he does.

“Too late.” I giggle as I squeeze the last bit of honey out of the bottle, watching it drip down his face as he groans. I lean down and lick it all away before kissing him and sitting back with a happy, wide grin. “Now we are all sticky.”

By the time we get back to rehearsal, we all are sticky and in desperate need of showers, but none of us can stop grinning.

I guess Chase was right. Sometimes being bad feels oh so good.

FIFTY-SIX

Last night was wild. I don’t know what got into Beck or Reign, but they dragged us to a party and got absolutely hammered. She has disappeared upstairs—Reign, not our girl, who was too busy grinding on my dick and driving me insane to notice. I didn’t notice much, but when Beck disappeared later and came back with a crying Reign, it was clear it was time to go home.

I don’t know what happened, and truthfully, I don’t care. Reign is a big girl, and she can look after herself. I’ve never met anyone as strong as her, so I helped my girl get her home and into bed. It wasn’t nice seeing her upset, but like me, Reign is tight-lipped about her personal life. She doesn’t want to talk about it, and I respect that. I offered to let her crash at our place, but she wanted to go home. We left her water and pain pills, and then I took my girl home to rest as well.

“We are going shopping.” That’s what she said. I didn’t expect to be at Home Depot, looking at shovels.

“Um, pretty girl?” I ask, slightly worried she’s planning on killing us and burying our bodies. I mean, I’d let her, but I’d hope it wouldn’t be with a shovel. Something more dramatic would be good. Tugging my cap down to avoid prying eyes, I move closer to her. Kolton is watching her worriedly, while Trav helps her pick out the best shovel without even knowing what it’s for.

“That one has a better grip,” I point out lazily. “If you are planning on killing us, can I at least get a last shot at your cunt?”

She sighs, pointing the shovel at me. “This isn’t funny. We are killing someone.”

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