Page 23 of SummerTime Madness
My hand reaches forward as the small white spores erupt through the ground. The earth crackles as the tiny filaments continue to rise from the soil...
Closing my eyes, I swear I can hear them… No… I can feel them vibrate...Reaching.
Needing.
I look down and run my hand over Tate’s jaw. Leaning into my touch, he places a soft kiss on my palm, his dark voids landing on mine.
So feral. Hungry. And still so fucking angry.
He thrusts up–his nails digging in deeper.
“It was always real,” he says through gritted teeth as he chases his own climax. My nails dig into the side of his neck as Chase’s hand wraps around my neck. My beautiful boy, so gentle that even his punishment feels like a reward. They fuck me like they own me and fill me with their seed just as I filled them with mine.
My head once again falls back into the crook of Chase’s neck. I inhale him as he moans.
Soft whimpers escaping as he fucks my ass.
“Always,” he breathes. The post orgasm clarity washes over me in waves, and one thing I will never let someone do is underestimate me.
Never.
With a smile, I look down at Tate who’s looking at me like I’m God, and maybe I am.. To them.
And you never question your God.
“I’ll go to the festival because I want to.”
I grind my wet pussy on his almost softening erection while looking into his eyes. Chase’s hands tighten slightly around my neck. While licking my lips, I continue to speak my truth.
“Don’t ever think you can blackmail me.”
My fresh, french tipped nails trail down his neck, then his chest, and stop on the silver ring that hangs off his nipple. Tugging it slightly, I lean into Tate, causing Chase’s hand to rest on my back, and flick my tongue over his nipple before biting it gently.
“Thank you for your participation.” I bite harder. “You spooked Daniel enough to deny me.”
I pull away from his nipple, my tongue licking up his chest as I hold his shirt with my other hand, clutching it.
Controlling my emotions.
My own need.
Stopping on his lips, “You didn’t need to blackmail me because I never wanted it. I just like to play.”
I smile against his lips, soaking up the anger and the hunger that rolls off his body.
“Checkmate,” I whisper before biting his lower lip and pulling it just as Chase tugs me by the hair towards him.
“Such a fucking bitch,” Chase groans into the length of my neck.
“And still, you love it,” I reply back, feeling his cock harden inside me once again, but it’s Tate that has my attention and the beautiful look of hard realization.
The terror and love.
I look up at the night sky that filters through the small opening in the glass. The sky is dark blue, small twinkling lights witness to us. To devotion.
To worship.
And my victory.
