Page 67 of Revive
“I know. Don’t stop. Fuck!” He was reaching for his cock, then pulled his hand away, not wanting to muddle the sensation with other inputs.
“Just keep with the round and round, or is this better?” She pressed in the centre of the circles she’d been drawing.
Spook hammered the mattress. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Oh god, oh god, oh god!” She decided to combo it. Which was worse, as there was no way of predicting it, and so much better for precisely that reason. There was no chance to sink into the wave or ride on its crests. Instead, he was thrown around by the constant changes, while inside him everything built and expanded, pooled and collided.
He wanted to come so badly. It seemed contradictory that his cock was so erect, so ready for release without any sort of direct stimulation of it. Another groan wheedled its way out of his mouth as she continued the steady petting. He seemed to slide into a hyperaware state, plateau a little, but continued to resist the urge to touch himself in order to spark the finale. Instead, he put faith in her getting him there.
Alle wasn’t a patient person, but she was patient with him. She coaxed. She caressed. She read him as if he were her new favourite book. And he? He liked being so well thumbed.
Spook arched off the bed as he came, feeling it in every inch of his body. It wasn’t concentrated in the same way as usual, more diffuse, but also more intense. Lips, nose, head, knees. They were all joined, all pounding with life. None of the usual cockcentric focus, and it beat on and on, aftershocks quaking along his spine and tingling in his shaft.
Alle withdrew her fingers slowly. Then, circled them in the pool of semen he’d left on his abs. “Well, that was interesting.”
Fundamentally life-altering. “Jesus!”
His gasp made her chuckle. She crawled up the bed and settled beside him, splayed her hand possessively across his abs, paying no heed to the mess he’d made there, and which was now cooling on his skin.
“Does that count as milking you?” she asked.
Spook tugged her closer, breathing her in. “It just might. Fuck, I’m utterly banjaxed. I think my bones have melted.”
She prodded at various bits of him. “Nope, they’re still there. You are kind of floppy though. And you look like you’ve just seen God.”
“Not sure about that, but I’ve maybe jumped a few planes of existence.”
“That good, eh?”
“Yeah,” he drawled through a smile that refused to fall from his lips. His cheeks were aching because of it. No surprise that the best kept secrets were well hidden. “You’ve just blown my mind, lady.”
She turned his head towards her and drank kisses off his lips. Spook let her sup him down in whatever way she desired. He didn’t think there was a damn thing she could demand of him in that moment that he wouldn’t give her wholeheartedly. Not that she asked for a thing, just kissed him and gazed at him wearing a smile almost as broad as his own.
“Now I’m regretting not saving this for your birthday.”
“Fuck that!” He hitched himself up a fraction to adjust the pillow. “It’s just a day. Not even my proper birthday. Not that I’m protesting the notion of future intimacy with my arse. Besides, we should do the other thing. Let me clarify. I want to do the other thing.”
“Chase me, rough me up, and take, take, take, you mean?”
“Yeah,” his voice cracked a little around the confirmation.
Alle rolled onto her back. “Good,” she said. “I want you to do it, and no holding back. I want the real Spook. The filthy, monster Spook. Bad man Spook. The one who’s going to make a complete mess of me, and give me the wildest night of my life, leave me in the dark, then cuddle me afterwards.”
He sought her hand and gripped it tight.
“I have been thinking though. I know there aren’t exactly that many of us resident on this here island, but maybe that’s still too many people.”
Spook turned his head. “Are you suggesting we ask them to take a hike for the night?”
“I don’t want them interrupting.”
Yeah, he’d thought along similar lines. He absolutely didn’t want them stumbling into the middle of things, or to hear something and come running to the rescue. That latter part especially, because it didn’t matter how much people told you they loved you and believed in you, when you shoved evidence before them, even the seemingly most stalwart of your defenders wavered.
On the other hand, he didn’t want to sit down and explain to his bandmates what he had planned and why he’d like them all to fuck off to the mainland for the night either.
“We could just tell them we want some proper alone time.”
It wouldn’t be enough.
Would Xane help? Even if he was scant with the details. Possibly, he might. Possibly he could arrange for them all to trundle off somewhere together, leaving only him and Alle behind. Ric, Zach, and Kara were away anyway. Three-week holiday in Mexico, centred around an exhibition of Ric’s photography and a string of photo shoots he’d lined up.
