Page 100 of Overexposed

“Mm-hmm,” he said with an almost mournful shake of his head.

“Seven.”

Then he slid his hands under my ass and there was a finger probing right at my asshole. I snapped a look at him.

“You can do it, Stella,” he coaxed, the agony of those half thrusts leaving me vibrating on the edge of frustration. “I know you can.”

I seized his open shirt and hauled myself up until we were nose to nose. “Fuck me like you mean it, Seven,” I ordered him.

“That’s not begging,” he murmured, then nibbled a little kiss along my lower lip. “I could just leave you like this, I suppose.”

I glared. “Fine.” I’d just get Gem…

“Gem is wrapping up the last of the night stunts tonight.”

I groaned and almost slumped backward. Damn his mind-reading abilities.

He clicked his tongue thoughtfully. “And come to think of it, Ollie’s doing that interview with late night and isn’t even in the city. It will behoursbefore either of them get back.”

“I hate you,” I promised him again.

His grin was pure triumph. Sadly, the dick was right.

“Please, Seven,” I simpered at him, batting my eyelashes. “Please give me your dick and fuck me like an animal.”

Laughing, he dragged me into a kiss that devoured me before deepening his thrusts again. He didn’t make me wait or beg for it as he fucked harder and deeper until I was pretty sure there would be an imprint of him on my bones.

The last thing I expected was the thrust of his finger into my ass. The burn and the pressure shoved me right over, and I was screaming his name.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Spawn!”

Well, close enough.

I was pretty sure I blacked out when he finally let go and came. His broken breathing matched my own as I surfaced. That was something. I had no idea how long we lay there, but eventually Seven eased out of me.

Didn’t matter. I could still feel him.

“You know,” I said, “I must like you a little bit.”

“Yeah?” He was stripping off his shirt and then dabbing it between my legs. Oh, fuck, that was way too much contact. I squirmed but he didn’t back off. “Just blotting some of this up, though I don’t mind if you walk through the house with my cum on your thighs.”

Leaning up on my elbows, I planted my barefoot against his chest. Where the hell had my heels gone? Problem for another day. “You like the idea of your cum running down my legs.”

“I do,” he admitted, and when I blinked, he grinned. “Surprised?”

“That you said you like anything about me?” I raised my eyebrows. “You could say that.”

“Come on, Stray.” He peeled me off the car hood, and it was definitely peeling me off—my sweaty ass had gotten a little connected. We both paused to look at the very clear ass printon the hood. “Hmm, I might keep that. Could start a whole new trend.”

The house was quiet as he guided me inside, collecting some of our discarded clothing as we went. The code he entered was familiar now. They’d given all of the codes to me. There was even one to send an alert to the cops, and another that would send alerts to them.

Seven paused in the kitchen, where he collected drinks and snacks. Oh, food sounded good. Then he took my hand, and upstairs we went. I could have just gone to my own room, but he had the food and he went into his.

I let him bully me into the shower—afterI put my hair up. I didn’t want to wash it again right now. His cock was all up and straining when we got out, and I decided to do him a solid and sank to my knees right there on the tiled floor.

Edging him might have also played into my plans because it was my name he chanted before I let him come. His release had me choking because, just like with my cunt, he didn’t back off.

Finished, he dragged me up and then carried me to his bed, where he proved that Gem and Ollie were not alone in their pussy-eating skills.

---