Page 15 of Revive
Exposure.
Was it any wonder that he balked? While other people seemed to fall in and out of bed with one another without any qualms or significant consequences, every time he’d done it, disaster struck.
The last time he’d shagged Alle, he’d wound up with cracked ribs, a line of staples in his scalp and his mug on the front page ofThe Sun.
“Maybe this is a little too fast,” he gasped. “We’ve not seen each other for months.”
The crazy part was, she’d provided several opportunities now that he could have used to stymie this. Breaking them apart, giving him breathing space, but every time, he’d dived right back into kissing her like he was going to expire from lack of oxygen if he didn’t.
“All the more reason why I’m so fucking desperate to jump you.”
“Yes, but…” His arguments would definitely have held more weight if he wasn’t having similar problems keeping his hands and lips off her and his head wasn’t full of thoughts of stripping her naked and painting her skin.
Her hands slid down his spine and pushed inside the back of his jeans. “Still nicely squeezable,” she hummed, while groping his arse.
If there was ever a time to stop this, this was it.
Did he? Did he heck.
When she moved one of those hands around the ring of his waistband heading for his fly, he let her. He fucking let her. And then he fucking let her cop a feel of what he was packing.
“Oh, my,” she crooned, eyes crinkling with pleasure at the corners. “Is that all for me?”
She stroked him from base to tip, then settled into roving her thumb over the crown in repetitive circles.
Even through a layer of fabric—his boxer briefs were still just about containing him—that sent crackles of electricity through his synapses.
“Alle… Alle…”
“Nope, not stopping, no matter how prettily you plead. I told you, if you want me to stop, you’ll have to make that happen, but since you’re not even trying to, I’m going to have to conclude that you want this as much as I do. Do you want me, Spook? Are you going to shove this nice hard cock of yours inside of me?”
“Keep stroking me like that, and that is definitely not going to happen.” That circling she was doing was borderline unbearable, and making his balls tighten like this was going to come to a very abrupt halt. He was half tempted to let it. It would, after all, be a resolution.
Except he never took without giving back.
Alle peeped up at him, her smile entirely wicked. “What about if I used my mouth instead?” She started sinking downward. And goddamn it, he could already feel it as though she’d made it onto her knees. The heat of her breath. The rasp of the cotton against his skin as she mouthed him through it.
Spook caught her before she hit that position. “If you do that, I will come in your throat in about thirty seconds flat, and I don’t think that’s what you really want.”
The pink tip of her tongue swept across her lips, leaving a glaze of moisture behind that he couldn’t resist smearing with his thumb, before pushing the digit into the heat of her mouth. It made her giving him an answer difficult. Then again, who needed words? She sucked the pad of his thumb, and he felt it in his balls.
Maybe he ought to let himself come. Use the orgasm as a means of subduing the swarm of conflicting emotions.
Let her make you come too fast, and then you can smack her arse for it. You’ll both like that.
Spook pulled his thumb free of her lips, then his gaze shot downwards, as she peeled back the cotton of his briefs, exposing him.
“I want to kiss you there. May I, Spook?”
He nodded.
Goddamn him, what was he on?
Oh, yeah, Alle pheromones and strained emotions, coupled with a vat of anxieties that for some insane reason his body insisted he could alleviate by letting her put her lips on his cock. That, of course, made no sense, because he was largely strung out because intimacy with her fired all his anxieties up to super max.
On the other hand,thatwas insanely good. Hot, heavenly… His hands fisted in the waves of her flame bright hair, guiding her. She was using her lips and tongue. Kissing him, rather than sucking, which he’d warned her off doing. Being obedient, at least for now.
It still stretched his cock another inch. Leastways, it felt like it. He was broom handle hard and beginning to paint sticky dots over his own abs. Also, starting to get ideas that were definitely not safe for anyone.
