Page 2 of Siren's Game

"Papaya?" he asks, and I shake my head. It hurts, but not in an 'I need to use my safe word' way. He knows me too well to let it come to that.

"Hands over your head. You're going to cum until you forget my name," he growls and pulls the toy out of me, only to replace it with his cock. "Until you don't know up from down." I cry out at the sudden change. In a good way. Finally, I feel full and my back arches involuntarily, wanting more, trying to get him deeper inside me.

He chuckles, leaning over to the side and rummaging in my drawer for something else to torture me with. I groan when I see the massage wand emerge from the drawer along with the mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Just like that," he grits and starts fucking me in earnest, placing the toy aside. For now.

Because for now, he fucks me into an alternate universe. One where gravity doesn't exist, where all I know is pleasure and his touch. And, with the last sliver of my nerves, I know that ticking him off is going to send me to heaven. So I’m planning to do just that.

"Joshhhh," I moan and reach down to dig my fingernails into his hips. They're probably going to leave marks, but I really can't give a fuck about that.

Through hooded eyes, I see him shake his head with an amused smile playing at his lips. One quick reach to his right, one flick of his finger, and the massaging wand presses against my nipple.

"I said hands over your head. You're testing me today."

All I can manage to reply is a whine when he slides the toy down my body, narrowly avoiding my most sensitive areas. And suddenly, he's got me right where he wants me.

Clouds obscure my sight; all sound reaches my ears through a wall of cotton as he finally starts fucking me in earnest while pushing the vibrating toy against my clit.

I lose count of how often I cum. Wave after wave of pleasure breaks right over me, burying me in the ocean’s depths until I resurface for a quick breath, just before I’m swept away with the next one.

I want to reach between the two of us to push the toy away, but he just grabs my wrist and swats my hand away.

I know he will stop if I ask him to. All he needs is one little word.

But I'm a glutton for pleasure, what can I say?

He only stops when my breathing turns into frantic gasping for air and black dots begin to dance in my periphery, taking my hand to stroke his cock until he cums on my stomach in heavy spurts.

"Fuck, Kayla," he groans, his eyes almost closed as he lays his head in his neck, almost like he's sending a prayer. Then he collapses on top of me, only barely catching himself on his elbows to not squish me completely before he rolls himself off me, his breath heavy.

"You were in your head a lot today, is everything alright?" Josh asks me when he returns to the room, butt-naked and dick swinging, with two bottles of ice-cold water from the fridge in his hands.

I’m so tired I can barely keep my eyes open.

"After-tour stress," I mumble softly, closing my eyes again when I feel the mattress dip with his weight. God, my throat hurts from all the moaning and screaming. At least I can afford it now, after our tour. "The usual."

"After-tour stress?" he repeats curiously and chuckles. "Shouldn't you be relaxed after a tour? You did the hard part, isn’t now the time to chill?"

"Sure," I say and roll my eyes behind closed lids.

Of course, he'd assume that. He's a corporate guy; he doesn't know the reality of being a part of a world-famous popstar duo and the resulting stress of going on a tour and dealing with paparazzi whenever you leave your home or hotel. Or the struggles of having your private life be subjected to the whims of a label.

All he needs to deal with are numbers and charts on his computer and an annoying co-worker who likes to steal his lunches.

And I don't mean that in a bad way. Truth be told, there are days I'm jealous of him. Even though math was always my weakest subject and I’d probably poison the lunch thief.

With a sigh, I extend my hand blindly until he places one of the cold water bottles in my palm. Then he climbs into bed, crawls behind me, and helps me sit up, leaning my back against his chest.

He reaches for the bottle again and twists it open for me, holding it to my lips.

Holy shit, the cold water running down my throat feels amazing. I have to hold myself back to not gulp the whole thing down in record speed and get a brain freeze.

"How long are you in town for?" Josh asks as he lowers the bottle from my lips and twists the cap closed again before placing it somewhere beside the bed.

"I don't know," I tell him with an exhausted sigh and close my eyes again. He climbs out from behind me and starts to gather up all of our clothes that we threw blindly as we made our way to the bed. I watch him while I snuggle up under the covers and hide a big yawn behind my hand. "We have a meeting with Naroa the day after tomorrow. I can tell you more then."

I've heard some whispers and rumors about what our next event will be and God, I hope they're true. I guess I'll find out tomorrow if I'm delusional to believe them.

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