Page 16 of Revive
Damn Xane and his insistence that letting his imagination fly was cathartic, and damn his therapist for agreeing, and him for listening.
Alle’s interest started creeping lower. This woman, she was never content with what was offered, she always, always pushed for more. And he, he fucking got off on that.
“If I can’t suck your cock, what about if I…” She didn’t finish that thought, because she’d already acted on it, drawing one of his balls into her mouth.
Oh, Jesus Christ!
Spook’s hand came instinctively to his shaft, but Alle swatted it away, curling her own hand around him instead to jerk him as she sucked. Desperate for something to do with his hands, he twisted his fingers into her hair, gripping hard enough he knew it would hurt. He could see the glitter of tears forming in the brights of her eyes. It didn’t slow her one bit.
He tightened his hold. She refused to release his balls. Thus, the balance of power seesawed between them, leaving him increasingly giddy. The truth was that neither one of them was truly in control.
As to what she was doing to his balls. It was too much. And utterly perfect. The feels. The visuals. Her kneeling. The threads of her hair like a halo of fire around him. He was putty in her hands. Shooting before the notion of backtracking even occurred. Lost to the tug on his balls and the swirl of her tongue.
He came over her face, but mostly in her hair, holding her still with the grip on her tresses until he was done, and not a drop of come remained inside of him.
Yeah, going solo had nothing on this.
Spook’s knees hit the floor. Fuck him sideways! That had shunted him into next week.
Alle had a smug grin on her face, like she was thoroughly delighted with herself. She also had his come all over her. Spook licked clean the mess he’d left on her face, but massaged the strings of it in her hair into the strands like it would nourish the roots. Maybe it’d make it extra, extra shiny.
“That was naughty of me,” she confessed, tone far from apologetic.
Spook responded by biting her lip, then ripping her clothes off. Jumper, dress, tights, but not the underwear. No, no, that was staying on. She’d come to him dressed in panties shaped like boy shorts with lacy edges and a bra that matched. It was underwear that said, I’ve tried, but I’m not overly optimistic about getting laid tonight.
Well, he’d see about that.
How dare she doubt?
He must have had a deranged gleam in his eyes, because she offered up a squawked, “Spook?” as he yanked her bra down so her tits spilled out of the cups. He cocked his head to one side, “Let’s see how you like it when I don’t show restraint.”
That earned him a gulp, but the hunger remained in her eyes. “That’s fair.” She quivered.
It absolutely was not, but as of now, he didn’t give a shit. She kept insisting she wanted him, so now she was getting him, in all his merciless, demented, filth-loving glory.
He licked his palms, then slicked them over her breasts. Pinched her nipples until they were red and puckered. Then sucked them hard enough to make her sing out loud. He bowled her over backwards and shoved her thighs apart. Lowered his mouth, to one inner, and then the other, leaving bite marks behind on both where they were softest.
Alle bucked and howled like a banshee as the bruises bloomed beneath his lips.
“What’s that?” he asked, as she made a mumble.
“More,” she begged. “Don’t stop. Please don’t.”
“Stop? Alle, I’ve barely begun.”
He hitched her hips off the floor, so that her legs were over each of his shoulders, and she was contorted, then he lowered his mouth and kissed her clit through her panties. “As I thought, already hot, wet and overeager. I can smell how needy you are.”
“I am,” she agreed, squirming in his embrace. “Please. I want it… I want you.”
Spook ripped the cotton aside and buried his face in the sopping heat of her pussy. His tongue found every groove, tasted every petal. Made her breath rasp, and her limbs jelly, even before he homed in on her pearl.
It wasn’t that he professed any sort of mastery, only that he knew this woman, her needs. Coaxing waves of bliss from her wasn’t just easy, it was right. An inevitability existed to it that he couldn’t explain. It was as if he’d been aimlessly wandering along some endless road, and now, finally, home was on the horizon.
He wanted to be inside of her, but he wasn’t Xane, with his five-minute bounce back. He was going to fuck her tonight though and do so well enough that she understood everything he felt. How she fired him up.
Did he give her a few more playful-ishbites between lashing her clit? Sure, he did. The love bite he left on her mons he took particular pride in. She squealed as he did it, following it with all manner of affirmative encouragements, and a plea or two for him to stick it in her and fuck her good.
No amount of fucking her was ever going to do that.
