Still pumping the dildo with one hand, I grab the buzzing vibrator from him with the other and press the tip onto my clit, sending my eyes rolling to the back of my head.
“Oh,” I moan, rolling my hips up from the sheer ecstasy overtaking me.
He answers with a low groan of his own, whispering another encouragement beneath his breath.
Aside from the phone, him kneeling between my legs, watching me like this, is one of my fantasies come to life. It’s almost overwhelming to have it become real, especially when nothing could have convinced me it ever would.
He looks enraptured by me. His cock is hard and tenting his joggers, the tip tucked in his waistline, but he doesn’t touch himself.
“Your pussy is fucking weeping,” he murmurs, angling the phone for a better view. “You’re making a mess all over my bed.”
He appears incredibly pleased by that.
“It’s you making the mess,” I breathe. “I only get this wet for you.”
The moment the words leave my mouth, I instantly wish I could suck them back in. Instead, I watch him process yet another one of mydark truths I never wanted him to know.
He slowly lifts his gaze to mine, something insidious and thrilling playing across his eyes. It disturbs the butterflies nesting in my stomach, the swarm fluttering wildly, as if a predator is nearby.
And there is, if the way he’s staring at me is anything to go by.
“Did the guys you fucked think it was for them?” His tone is sinister, suggesting I need to be careful how I respond.
“They never asked,” I say, my voice wobbling.
My thighs shake as the pleasure builds. When he cocks his head, it only further makes him look like a predator.
“But there’s a reason I couldn't scream their names when I came,” I quickly say. His eyebrow twitches, seeming to be both curious and bothered.
“Why’s that, darling?”
That damn nickname. He’s only using it now to poke back at me.
For reasons I’m not privy to, he’s jealous I was with other men before him. But I can’t say I don’t understand that feeling. I’ve seen Dread with his tongue down many women's throats, but it never bothered me at the time—other than finding it disturbing. Now, the thought leaves me with a sickening feeling in the pit of my stomach.
“Because I would’ve screamed yours instead,” I confess quietly. “Th-that’s the real reason Matt broke up with me. Because I called him by your name.”
His jaw clenches, and that muscle threatens to burst again as he stares at me intently from behind the black strands always falling over his eyes. I can’t exactly read the emotion swirling in his gaze, but I’m also heavily distracted by the consistent buzzing against my clit.
“H-he couldn’t understand why I was screaming the name of a man who tormented me,” I continue, hiccupping as I work to suppress the building orgasm demanding to be set free. “And I couldn’t tell him thinking of you was the only way I could come. I-I couldn’t tell him the only name I’ve ever screamed was yours.”
His upper lip threatens to curl, and he appears on the verge of snapping. It’s an expression I’ve seen a million times, except it was always hatred pouring out of him. Now, it’s something else entirely, something that suggests he still intends to destroy me, but it’s a destruction I’d beg for.
The pleasure mounts until I can no longer ignore it. A whine tricklesfrom my throat, and my eyes roll again.
“Kellan,” I moan, righting my vision just as he tucks his chin into his shoulder, concealing his face from me with a muttered, “Fuck.”
The hand on my thigh tightens to the point of pain, and a deep breath inflates his chest. It seems as if he’s trying to collect himself, but if I’m to shatter for him, then I expect to find his pieces scattered amongst mine.
“Kellan, I need your permission to come,” I breathe.
His head snaps up, and his stare crashes into mine, shock flashing across his eyes.
I lick my lips, preparing to get myself into even more trouble by confessing things I shouldn’t. It can’t get any worse than this, right?
I’m fucking myself on camera while telling him about my dirty little secrets—something he can and will forever wield against me. What more do I have to lose?
The powerful vibrations against my clit are getting to me, making it hard to think straight as I careen toward an orgasm. But I meant what I said.
