Page 17 of Revive
She was a dirty little imp, same as he was.
He put his thumb inside of her, but couldn’t get it deep enough, so he slammed in a couple of fingers instead. When she took those easily, he added a third. He kept his mouth on her, as he curled those three fingers against the spot inside that sent her into paroxysms. Then, he continued laving her clit until she lost all sense of restraint. Moaning, writhing, she came, in a way that left her every bit the wreck she’d made him.
“Fuck, that was insane!”
When he lowered her legs, and leaned over her, his face was wet with her pussy juice. Spook made no attempt to wipe it off before he stuck his tongue in her mouth, making her whimper.
“God, you’re so fucking sexy when you let go.”
So he’d been told.
His cock was finally onboard with the notion of fucking again, and positioned as they were, he knew she could feel that. In fact, he shifted his hips to make sure of it, landing his cock against the puffiness of her lower lips.
“Ow!” She winced as he pressed against the bruise he’d left on her mons. Then, “Oh!” Her eyes widened, and her hips bounced up to meet his, pushing him right into the split of her sex. “Do you have something?” Her teeth caught on the fullness of her lower lip.
He nodded, pointed towards the nearby drawer in the bedside cabinet. It took a bit of stretching to reach it—he was not moving from this spot—then, he pulled the drawer out with so much force the whole thing slid off its runners and landed with a thud, spilling its contents.
Alle seized a condom. She was tearing through the foil with her teeth, when a holler greeted them from the stairwell.
“Everything all right up there?”
“Shit!” she gasped, but her eyes remained bright with euphoria. “Who’s that?”
“Xane,” he said. “It’s Xane.”
“Oh!” She gave a nervous laugh.
“I should see what he wants.”
She closed her hand around his wrist, stalling him. “Or you could pretend you didn’t hear him.”
“Only if you want a witness to what comes next.” He had no issues with that. In so much that he had plenty of issues, Xane watching them barely made the rankings.
“No way, he wouldn’t stick around. He’ll get a glimpse of us and about turn.”
“You reckon?” He snorted. “I wouldn’t be so sure.”
“Really?”
“Really.”
It seemed to dawn on her then that she was mostly naked, sporting fresh bruises in intimate places, and streaked with his semen, and while she definitely wasn’t a prude, nor was she an exhibitionist.
“Okay, um…”
“Stay right there.” Spook bounded into the stairwell. Unlike her, he was still clothed. He’d even managed to tuck himself back into his pants before he came face to face with his band mate.
“Is everything good? I heard a bang.”
“Fine. Something fell over.”
Xane’s pierced brow arched in a perfect display of gothic scepticism. “Did I interrupt?” His mouth stretched into a goblin grin. “Were you getting your rocks off, Spook Mortensen?”
“Shut up.” He slapped Xane on the shoulder and gave him a shove so that he about turned.
“Fuck! I did, didn’t I?”
“Shut up.” He guided him back downstairs to the living room. “What are you here for?”
