“It feels so fucking good,” he moans, though I’m not sure he meant to respond. The words tumble out faster than I can think.
“I-I tried to tell you to slow down, and you told me I need t-to take it like a good little slut.”
“Youaremy fucking slut,” he spits.
My stomach flips wildly as my vision darkens. “S-so I told you how much I hate you,” I say, my voice cracking. “And it made you fuck me f-faster.”
“And do you, baby? You hate me?”
“Yes,” I groan. “I hate you so much.”
He hums, a deep, rumbling sound from his chest, and his pace quickens again. Just like in my fantasy, the proclamation spurs him on.
“Is that what you think?”
“Uh-huh,” I whimper, pinching my nipples and sending a jolt ofelectricity down my spine that has it arching off the brick. “I hate you even when you make me come, and you’ve made me come so much more than you’ll ever know.”
Cursing beneath his breath, he grabs my hips to jerk me closer, earning a sharp squeal when the brick scrapes against my back again. Then, he pins my knees against my chest, hitting a new angle. My mouth drops open, my cries pitching even higher as he relentlessly pounds into me.
He settles a fiery glare on me, though it’s not anger in his eyes, but something far more intense.
“How many times, Rev? Huh? How many times did you play with your cunt while thinking of me?”
I squeeze my eyes shut, once again hesitating to answer.
“Tell me, baby. I need to know,” he pleads, sounding tortured. My stomach tightens, and the pleasure intensifies until the last of my logic and reason abandons me.
“I-I lost count,” I gasp.
The sound out of his throat is inhuman, and it brings a devilish smile to my lips.
“It was also the first time I squirted when I came?—”
“Fuck!” His fist flies out to hit the brick before barking, “Shut the fuck up, Rev.”
I can only manage a short, breathless laugh, delighting in the way he’s so desperate to remain unaffected yet is quickly unraveling.
Ignoring the thin trail of blood leaking down his knuckles, he reaches between my legs and pinches my clit hard. My hips jolt from the shot of pain, only for it to send a pulse of pleasure straight to my core. My eyes roll, and my spine arches again as I cry out, skyrocketing me to the precipice.
“Still funny, baby?” he questions harshly.
I don’t know what my response would’ve been, but the moment the pad of his thumb circles my clit firmly, my tongue derails and emits a choked sound instead.
Even when I’m consumed by pleasure, there's a tiny voice in the back of my head grateful his fingertips haven't touched the ash, otherwise, touching my clit might've freaked me out enough to ruin our progress. And with such a limited time left, that's not something I can afford.
My muscles swell with tension, and my hand releases his other armto fly back to my breast, squeezing them both tight as I writhe against him.
I’m so close, and while I can feel him losing control, I need to ensure he falls with me.
“Fuck, Kellan, this is so much better than anything I imagined,” I whimper.
“Fuck you,” he spits breathlessly, and while he sounds positively demonic, it lacks the heat he threatens me with.
He’s fighting with everything he has not to come, proven by his furrowed brow and the way his upper lip continuously twitches into a snarl, baring his clenched teeth. But he can’t contain the moans slipping past them, or how he trembles, even as he relentlessly fucks me.
I don’t give myself time to consider if it will work—I just act. I sit up, forcing him to release my thighs so I can spread them before molding my chest into his and wrapping my legs around his waist.
Diving my fingers into his hair, I grip tight and crush my lips against his before he can process what I’m doing. His pace slows for only a second before it renews with vigor, and he deepens the kiss with a moan.
