Page 81 of Unlocked Dive
His body vibrates with tension as I strip him with rough hands, all the cracks he tries so hard to control as sharp and clear as ley lines on his skin. When he’s naked, I trace my fingers around the base of the plug, drawing a shuddering gasp from his throat. It’s small, too small to have really prepped him properly, and I press my thumb against the top, stretching his rim, before giving it an experimental tug.
“You shouldn’t have done this without me,” I admonish. “Now I’m going to make you tell me everything you did and everything you were thinking while you were alone in that trailer.”
He shakes his head and drops a hand to grasp his swelling cock.
“Were you thinking about me?”
“Of course,” he whispers, hoarse with the remnants of his fear.
“Did it make you hard? Did you stroke that thick cock of yours like that while you fingered yourself open? Did you suck on this”—I tap the base lightly with a finger—“to get it all warm and slick before you slippedit in?”
“Jesus.”
“Or did you just lube it up and go for it?” I tap it again, harder, and he groans into the door. “Tell me.”
“I—yes.Christ. I lubed it up after I fingered myself. I pretended it was you entering me, and I almost came all over my tux.”
The clink of my belt buckle makes him shiver, and I breathe out one last sadistic flare of pleasure before pressing my lips to the nape of his neck.
“I’m not your sister, trying to protect you from your own desires while you make yourself small in my shadow.”
I trail my tongue down the valley of muscle along his spine and let my fingertips drift over his hips.
“I’m not your ex-wife, needing you to hide your passions behind false reassurances of my importance.”
His forehead thumps against the door and his knuckles whiten where his hands press into the wood at his shoulders. I drop to my knees and dip my tongue into his crease, tasting the fear and the want on his skin.
“I’m not your shitty ex-boyfriend—”God, it fuckinghurts. “—Threatened by your power, doling out affection like a reward every time you put me above you.” I trail my mouth down his crack and sink my teeth into the sensitive flesh of his taint, hard enough to make him jolt against the door.
Not nearly as hard as I want to.
“Icraveyour truth,” I tell him, spreading his cheeks with my palms. “All of it and always. The way I’ve given you mine.” The last is whispered into the dark heat between his thighs, a breath across his quivering balls. He makes a broken sound and tries to turn around, but I keep him spread and press his hips into the door.
“Echo, Iknow.” One hand drops as if to reach for me but hesitates, curling into a fist at his side. “I’m so—”
Maybe it’s not another useless apology about to fall from his lips, but I don’t wait for him to finish the thought.
I stop admiring the way he stretches around the base of the plug and cover his entrance with my open mouth, teasing my tongue around the circle of warm metal and turning his words into a gasping groan. Then I make my earlier fantasy a reality by drawing the toy from his body with my teeth.
He clenches gorgeously around the sudden emptiness, and it’s my turn to groan at the sight. Letting the plug fall, I squeeze my dick through my briefs and fumble through the pockets of his discarded jacket for the lube I know is there, before returning to devour his hole with wet, sucking kisses.
When I spear him with my tongue, he opens easily, drawing me in and drowning me in the silky taste of his hidden flesh, even as he fights the sensation.
He doesn’t want me making him feel good right now.
Too bad.
Short, aborted moans escape through his clenched jaw, and when I add the first finger, he says my name like a curse.
I stand abruptly, fisting a hand in the loose bun at the back of his skull and adding a second finger.
“Say it again,” I command.
“Please,” he mumbles. “I can’t—”
“No.” I give his head a shake and shove both fingers deeper, twisting to press against his inner walls. “Who am I?”
“Echo.” A whisper, defeated. But defeat leads to surrender, and that’s my favorite sound from him. Surrender meansmyByrd is coming out to play.
