Page 49 of Revive
“Me,” she sobbed. “If you keep doing that. Fuck me harder.”
“I don’t think you’re ever happy unless I make you sore.”
“I’m always happy, whichever way you do me, just as long as you do me.”
“Fine, next time I’m going to fuck your armpit—”
“That’s not a thing.”
“It’s a thing. And then, I’m going to come in your hair.”
“You like that. I’ve noticed.”
“Alle Hutton, I like doing you in all of the ways. It’s because I like all of you. And, oh God!” He was doing the shivering now. “Your arse is supremely tight, and I’d forgotten just how good this feels.”
“Well, you did say someone was going to come before Alexander.”
“Oh, boy,” he chuckled. “We are living dangerously.” Then, “Alle…” He was riding too close. “I’m almost there.” He worked his fingers faster, even as his hips continued to piston to a rhythm that was no longer dictated by his brain but pure animal instinct. She stayed the frenzy of his digits, encouraging him to press down hard on her clit inside. He felt the first pulse in her flesh as her orgasm arrived. Then his own rumbled into life around it, and the two of them became one.
***
Any moment now she’d realise, and she was going to kill him.
The lack of sound was the dead giveaway.
When Xane’s groaning had ceased Spook couldn’t precisely say, only it was very clear that he and Luthor were done, even before it dawned on him to look to confirm it. Yeah, not only were the two of them done, but Xane was eyeing them through the glass as he pulled various bits of clothing back on, and the grin on his face stretched wide enough it was a wonder his lips didn’t split.
“Alle,” Spook murmured, determined to break this to her gently.
“I know,” she replied, voice all small. “But they’re just going to think we were normal fucking, right?”
Maybe.
He began to pull out of her, making sure to keep a tight grip on the rubber. That care meant he wasn’t quick enough. Luthor pulled open the door between the suites, ready to breeze through, and at the same moment, Ash opened the door between them and the chill space. Alle made a sound that could only be described as mortified. Snatched her bra off the top of the sound deck and bolted straight past Ash, leaving Spook cock in hand, totally exposed.
There was nothing to be done besides brazen it out.
“Shit! Bad timing, me,” Ash muttered.
Luthor did a three-sixty turn, but that just meant he collided with Xane trying to come through the door behind him.
Spook knotted up the condom and disposed of it in the waste bin. Then he located the box of tissues and started work on clean up. “Is an audience necessary?” All three of his bandmates were gawping at him.
“I’ll come back in a few,” Ash remarked. “Wasn’t important.” That door swung closed behind him. Which left him with Xane and Luthor.
“Go on, say it,” he encouraged.
“Arse fucking in public,” Xane gave him a clap. “I’m proud.”
“Oh, piss off. Like you weren’t just doing the same.”
“That’s why I’m proud.” Xane came in to tackle him into a hug, but Spook shoved him off.
“Get off, you smell of jizz.”
“The whole room reeks of sex,” Luthor observed. “Might be time to clear out until it’s done some airing. I’m going home for a shower. Xane?”
“I’ll clean up here, and then I want to listen through what we’ve got.” He pulled over one of the swivel chairs. “Any good?” he asked, turning to Spook.
