Page 61 of Fragmented Illusions
“Up,” I bark out, my patience wearing thin.
“I need you, Solomon. Right now,” he tries to demand but it comes out as another whine. Goddamnit.
I drop down to my knees on either side of his hips and lean down until the tip of my nose is bumping against his. I wrap my fingers around his throat, squeezing as I do. “You think I’m going to fuck you for the first time, right here on this dirty fucking floor, surrounded by death and decay?”
“It would be kinda poetic, don’t you think?” he wheezes out through my grip on his windpipe.
I scoff. I suppose he has a point. We were both abused by our mother—sexually and physically. We then went on to murder her when it all became too much to bear, and now we slaughter women who resemble her in any way, shape, or form.
It’s so fucking poetic, it could be in an Edgar Allen Poe story.
“I don’t have anything so I can fuck you,” I tell him. Our breath mingles together as both inhale and exhale in sync.
“Check my pocket.” I pull back to peer at Spencer. With our close proximity, I take in his dark brows that sit low on his forehead. They draw inward a bit, accentuating his round eyes surrounded by dark lashes that are still halfway closed—if not more—with his arousal. His nose is an exact replica of my own and when my eyes finally drop to his full lips, I see the smirk gracing his beautiful face.
I arch a brow at him as I release my hold on his throat, and he shrugs as I shift backwards to dig my hand in his front left pocket. I come up empty, so I immediately shove my hand in the next one. I wrap my hands around something hard and pull it from his pocket. I bring the object closer to my face so I can observe what it is, but Spencer beats me too it.
“It’s lube.” My arched brow falls as I take in his words. Lube.
“What the fuck do you have lube in your pocket for, Spencer?” I ask. I keep my tone as neutral as possible, but he’s not fooled in the slightest.
“In case this were to happen, I wanted to be ready. I want you, Sol.”
“You sure it wasn’t because you were planning on fucking someone else?” As soon as I say the words, I immediately regret it. I sound jealous—because I am—and he fucking knows it.
He’s mine. Only mine.
And Fallon’s—as long as she wants us.
The thought of them with anyone else sets my fucking blood ablaze.
“I love your jealousy, brother. But to appease you, there has never been anyone but you.”
“I know you’re not a virgin, Spencer,” I roll my eyes as I spin the mini-sized bottle of lube in my fingers. I stand to my feet to hover above Spencer again. “Get undressed.” He immediately sits up and obliges, practically tearing his clothes off.
“No fucking shit. But I am when it comes to guys.”
I pinch my thumb and forefinger down to stop the spinning of the bottle as I take in his words. He is when it comes to guys…
I would have thought for sure because of how eager he always is for me to be inside of him, that he would have already done it with someone else. But the spike of heat that shoots up my spine at knowing I’m the only one who has ever been in that tight ass of his is enough to have me pulling open the cap and squirting some of the liquid on my fingers.
It’s a bit cold due to the temperature inside of the cabin, but when I get on my knees in front of Spencer for the third time and press two of my fingers against his hole, he doesn’t seem to mind. He pushes back against my fingers as I rub the lube around his hole.
“Always so greedy for me,” I muse then press my pointer finger inside of him. He lets out a garbled moan and clenches around my digit.
“Relax, Spence.”
“I—” he chokes out as I put a second finger inside of him. I can feel him stretching to accommodate the intrusion and I start to scissor my fingers inside of him, prepping him the best I can.
He’s writhing underneath of me, and I can’t resist the urge to shove my tongue in his mouth. Our teeth clash as our tongues stab at each other, eager for the others taste. His flavor explodes in my mouth, urging me to work my fingers faster.
He grunts with every thrust of my hand and when I pull my fingers out of him, he follows them, trying to force them back in. I dig my fingers into the hollow of his hip to hold him steady.
“Sol,please.I need more than just your fingers.” He wraps his fingers around his shaft as he begins to stroke it lazily. I’m rapt as I watch a drop of precum bead at his cockhead before rolling down his thick shaft, almost tracing a thick vein the entire way to his base. I can’t even bring myself to care about the fact we’re no longer wearing our gloves.
“Shh, Spencer. Take what I give you.” I push my fingers against his hole, but this time I use three all at once. He instinctively clenches at the intrusion, and I dig my thumb into his upper thigh as I lean my head down and wrap my lips around his cockhead. I suck his tip into my mouth and greedily swallow his flavor.
I try to work my fingers in him as I suck him, but he’s still too tense to take all three. I pop off to glare up at him. “Relax, Spencer. Now.” My tone is demanding, and it has the exact effect I was hoping for. Spencer’s entire body liquifies beneath me, and the second I feel his ass unclench, I shove my fingers inside of him.
