Page 94 of Splitting Secrets
This is beyond fucked. It’s outright deranged. If Jonah knew what was happening while he stood there, enjoying his yogurt, he’d probably kick both of our asses.
But he’ll never know. This secret will stay between me and Raze forever, and something about that feels so much more intimate than any physical touch.
I shudder as his pace quickens—both hands moving at equal speed to get each of us to our respective climaxes. My hips begin moving in circles on their own accord, pushing forward as the cucumber grinds further against me. Raze responds immediately, mirroring the pace until the sensation is almost too much to bear.
Jonah finishes his yogurt, his spoon scraping against the sides of the plastic cup right as tension builds deep in my core. I’m going to come.Fuck, I’m going to come right on this counter in front of one of my best friends.
My hand shoots out to grasp Raze’s wrist, nails digging into flesh as I guide him and the cucumber exactly where I need them to be.
“Fuck, Sonny,” Raze hisses, his muscles taut as he pumps himself faster inside his sweatpants. He’s close to finishing, too. Hearing my name on his lips that way—myrealname—is enough to have me panting like a dog.
Three more pumps, and by the grace of God, Jonah shuffles out of the kitchen just as my entire body tightens, my eyes squeezing shut as stars explode behind them. My legs shake against his hips as Raze continues moving the cucumber inside of me. I wish so badly it was him instead. I had forgotten how good he felt. It’s only been a few weeks of detox, and I’m already addicted again.
My orgasm takes hold and Raze drags it out longer than I thought was humanly possible.
Electricity shoots up my spinal cord, blasting fireworks behind my eyelids when I tip my head backward, my mouth open in a silent scream.
As I begin to come down from the high, he pulls his cock over his waistband and long, warm ropes of cum shoot out across my stomach.
“Fuck,” he mutters again, brows tented upward. “Shit, I’m so sorry.”
In a moment of orgasm-induced bravery, I release my death grip on his wrist to swipe a finger through the warm liquid sitting on my stomach, then bring it to my mouth. The strong, salty flavor makes my jaw spasm and my mouth water. His eyes track my every move, pupils so dilated, I can’t even see the rich brown of his irises. I watch him through my lashes as I wrap my lips around my finger and suck it dry, waiting for his reaction with bated breath.
He swallows, his Adam’s apple bobbing against his throat with the motion. Finally, when I pull my finger back out with a loud pop, he reaches forward and wraps his hand against the front of my throat. Pushing against my jawline, he forces my chin upward until my eyes meet his directly.
And what I find swimming in that beautiful, dark stare is more emotion than either of us is willing to communicate to each other. His gaze flicks between my mouth and my eyes, nostrils flaring at whatever he sees staring back.
“If it’s my cum in your mouth that you want,” he begins, forcing every word out through a clenched jaw. “Then you’ll have to convince me that allowing you to wrap those beautiful lips around my cock won’t result in you biting it right off.”
Said lips part in a smile as I run my tongue along the bottom of my teeth. “I can’t make any promises,” I tease, my voice a heady groan.
Damn, I’m on a roll. A brand new cucumber kink and a flirty comeback?Who is she?
Raze doesn’t reply. Instead, he tugs a paper towel from the holder to my right and begins wiping off my stomach.
The silence allows my usual shame to creep in, whispering in my ear how big of a mistake this was. I drop my chin, lowering my shirt. “We weren’t supposed to do this again.”
He answers without lifting his head. “Yes, we were.”
“I told you, we can’t,” I insist.
His hands pause in place as he lifts his gaze to look me directly in the eyes as he grinds out, “And I told you, I don’t care what anyone else thinks about what I do. So long as you continue responding to me like that...” He flicks his gaze between my legs, and I snap them closed. “I’ll continue delivering earth-shattering orgasms.”
Ten minutes later, I’m sitting on the couch next to Ava, pretending to be enthralled with whatever true crime documentary they’re all watching. After I abandoned my salad, I was going to sit in my room in a self-proclaimed time out. But something about being alone felt wrong, so I wandered down here to be with other people. Turns out, that was a mistake. Keeping a secret from the three of them is next to impossible now. I’m going to spontaneously self-combust from the pressure of holding this one in for so long.
To my horror, Raze strolls into the living room a few moments after me, looking relaxed and fully recovered from what just happened between us in the kitchen. Ava, Beatrix, and Jonah all turn away from the TV to watch him. They can’t helpit. Something about Raze commands respect and attention. It’s probably how he was so successful as a professor.
I follow their lead, my eyes widening beyond what I thought was humanly possible when I realize what he’s holding.
The fuckingcucumber.The same one that he was thrusting inside of me twenty minutes ago is now in his hands.
He lifts it toward his mouth and takes a huge bite right out of the top, offering me a pointed look. I think my cheeks are on fire, they’re so heated with embarrassment.
I glance toward the others to gauge their reactions, unsurprised to find them equally entranced. Of course, Raze doesn’t care. His eyes are fixed on me, a playful gleam twinkling in them now as I squirm in my spot.
“I had no idea you could eat a cucumber like that,” Beatrix comments.
“Me neither. Damn, it’s sexy,” Jonah mutters.
