Page 48 of Revive
He used his middle finger to loosen her up. Her gasps were pure heaven and the way her body kept determinedly grasping at his cock was almost enough to deprive him of his determination. “I still haven’t heard the words.”
“Please.”
“I need a little more than that.”
She was taking that one finger so well, he upped the ante to two. Two broad fingers side by side dipping in and out in time with the rock of his hips.
“I don’t know if I can say it. I want it. But I don’t know if I can say it. They’re right there.” Her head nodded towards the scrumptiousness on the other side of the glass. “And anyone, literally anyone could walk in. I think I’d die if they did. If they were normal people, maybe. Then they’d turn around and walk back out again. But they’re not. They’re your band. Your friends.”
Dirty-minded, filthy rock stars, with minimal inhibitions, and to a man, damn near shameless. She was right, they’d clock the fact that he was fucking her arse not her pussy.
“They’ve no reason to come in.”
“I know.” She shuddered and blew out her next breath. “That feels so good.”
“Do you not think it’ll feel even better when it’s the whole thick length of me?”
“I know it. I’ve had the demo model, remember.”
“Ah, yes. Of course.” He’d teased her mercilessly with that ridiculous replica. “I’m flesh and blood, Alle. Way better than silicon rubber.”
“I think you like torturing me, Spook.”
“Oh. Have you only just figured that out?” He thought that’d been apparent from day one.
“I knew it, but I don’t think I realised exactly how into it you are.”
“Then you haven’t been listening.”
“I thought I was, but you’re right, I’m not sure I was at all. Oh fuck! Okay. Do it. Do me there.”
“Yeah?” He bit into his lip as he grinned. “That’s my precious, good girl.”
He pulled out, making sure the condom stayed in place, then slathered himself in lube. Yes, he’d become the sort of man who walked around with condoms and lube packets in his pockets. Actually, that wasn’t an entirely new thing. He’d often had them on him before, only back then, they’d been a backup for his bandmates. Now, they were for his personal use.
“Try not to tense up,” he said, as he squeezed what remained of the packet contents around her hole. Of course, the instruction had precisely the opposite effect. “Are you trying to make it hurt?”
“We’re actually doing this,” she bleated.
Spook hugged her to him and lavished the side of her throat with kisses. “That’s right, we are.”
The first inch went in easily enough. It usually did. The rest of him, that was a timelapse of fluttering breaths and cries. The clenching of her fingers tight around his forearm. And shivers. So many shivers.
“Oh-god-oh-god-oh-god-oh-god!” The words burst from her lips right as he bottomed out.
“Now isn’t that nicer than some silly toy?”
“Are you going to move?” she asked, her whisper a shudder in and of itself.
“Think you can handle that?”
“I want you to. And I want you to rub my clit too.”
That’s what he liked, that she never relinquished her bossiness. Never let him get away with half-measures. She was prepared to let him do the things that he liked, but he got to do those things on her terms, not just his.
Spook set them off in an easy rhythm before he slid his fingers to where she wanted them. Her nub was rock solid, perked up, and sensitive enough that she hissed when he touched her directly, but that borderline between pleasure and pain was where they both liked to wander.
“I reckon somebody here’s going to finish before Mr Geist’s finished with his recording.”
