Page 46 of Revive
Spook, when he tore away his shields, glowed like a beacon, and kindled the sort of need in her that could burn her up.
He kissed her over the top of his thumb. The thrill of his lips rolled through her, leaving her breasts feeling heavy and her pulse racing. He lashed her with the point of his tongue.
“So, are you going to scuttle off?”
“No,” she peeped.
His hand encompassed her breast from below. Claimed it, making her nipples stiffen. “Then get those knickers off.”
“I need a little space to…”
He gave her the bare minimum of space to lose her underwear. Alle slithered them down her legs and toed them out of the way.
“Good girl,” Spook praised, his clothing brushing hers. “Now watch. No, not me. Watch Xane. Watch Luthor.”
“Why can’t I watch you?”
“Are your eyes in the back of your head? Feel me instead, Alle.” He rubbed against her, pressing the wedge of his covered cock into her arse. “You can keep me up to date on what they’re doing.”
“But you can see them as well as I can.”
“Now perhaps, but not once I go down. Ah,” he sighed. “God, that sound. I love that sound.” Xane’s groans were those of a man consumed. Luthor’s mouth was clamped to the side of his throat, their hips smashed tight against one another, while their hands worked in frenzied fashions over one another’s bared backs. It induced electrifying shivers.
Abruptly, the two men turned. Alle’s breath whooshed between her teeth as she got a full frontal glimpse of Xane Geist, jeans open and hanging off his lean hips and perfectly framing an eye-wateringly huge erection. And now she knew where his reputation as a sex god came from. For a split second their gazes met, and both of their mouths opened into perfect O-shapes, before Luthor stole away the sight by turning Xane away from her and pushing him onto his back along the length of the piano stool.
No wonder Spook sometimes looked at him like he was the blinking messiah. All he needed was a crown of thorns and she might be ready to worship him too.
Spook shoved the chairs out of the way, then dropped to his knees behind her. He raised the back of her skirt. “Bend forward a little, sweet thing.” Alle leaned over the sound deck.
His hand, then his tongue teased the split of her sex, making her melt. She would never not react when he did that. His touch made her quiver like she’d been plugged into the mains. His attention shifted between her clit and her opening, tasting the arousal gathering there.
Then he pinched her. Hard upon her inner thigh. “You’re not talking, Alle. I told you I wanted to hear what they’re doing.”
“Xane’s… Xane’s on his back,” she began tremulously. “He’s one leg out of his jeans. I think… I think Luthor’s going to fuck him.”
“Is there colour in his cheeks? Are his eyes wide or closed? Are the muscles of Luthor’s arse clenched? Is there still a stripe across them where sun’s browned the upper curves?”
“I’ve not been looking that closely.”
“Look that closely now, then, tell me.”
“Um,” she said, her vision becoming unfocused in response to what he was doing with his tongue. How was it he had such a talent for that considering his decade long abstinence? What was he going to be like after years of daily practice? Alle gripped the table before her, trying to regulate her breathing. She wasn’t sure how much Xane and Luthor could see. Very little, she hoped. Not that they were paying her any attention. Xane had one leg hooked around Luthor’s waist and the other had just been thrown over his shoulder. She couldn’t exactly see if his eyes were open or closed, or how much colour stained his cheeks, because she couldn’t see much more of him besides his legs and the sheet of his hair draped either side of the piano stool.
“If you don’t tell me, there’ll be consequences.”
The pinch he’d given her was repeated in another tender spot, causing her to hiss between her teeth. Alle practically melted into a puddle on the spot.
“You’d better start telling me something soon, Alle, or I’m going to get very, very pissed off. And do you know what happens when I get pissed off?”
“No,” she squeaked, though of course she did, and hell if it wasn’t a reason to keep her mouth clamped shut.
The rumble of his displeasure, vibrated against some very tender areas of skin. “Bad, bad girl,” he muttered, voice husky and low, barely more than a whisper spoken under his breath. His hand settled on the plump curves of her arse and pulled them apart. The next lash of his tongue struck along the channel he’d exposed. “Bad girls don’t get their pussies worshipped.”
She made a sound she didn’t think she’d ever made before, reedy and sharp, before her breath rushed back into her lungs through her clenched teeth. Spook’s attention had become laser-focused, circling, delving into the same place on Xane’s body she was sure Luthor was currently burying his cock.
She wanted this.
Had pleaded with him and attempted to coax him into doing it often enough for her to have lost count of the conversations and if not his refusals to experiment, then at least his countless reasons for why it couldn’t happen then. She’d learned fast that delayed gratification was a form of torture Spook not only excelled at, but revelled in. His own as much as hers.
