One corner of his mouth lifts, hinting at the dimple above his cheek, but I don’t care if I’m amusing him—I just need him back inside me.
He must’ve forgotten how much he loves to torment me, because he drives his fingers inside me instantly. My eyelashes flutter, and I wrap my hand around him, pumping his length from base to tip, twisting my wrist as I do.
His brow knits, and his lips part soundlessly, but after the second time, a throaty moan mingles with mine.
From there, we both quickly descend into a flurry of moans, whimpers, and muttered curses. We work each other vigorously until it almost feels like a competition to see who can make the other come first. Protruding veins cord from his neck down his flexed bicep to his wrist as he finger fucks me, only making it harder to resist the orgasm rolling in.
My bladder feels like bursting, but I know exactly what that means now. I’m so close, and I can tell he is, too, yet both of us fight against it.
“Kellan, please,” I plead, but I don’t even know what exactly I’m asking for. To break first? Or to give me that push over the edge?
He growls. “I’ve only ever been with blonde women because of you,” he bites out.
I don’t know what he’s talking about, but I’m almost finding it difficult to care.
“I can count on two hands how many there were, and it’s because they were the only ones I could look at and see a little of you.”
I shake my head, praying he doesn’t say what I think he’s going to.
“Kel—”
“But they weren’t you, Rev,” he says roughly. “I hated them because they weren’t you. And the only way I could get through it was to pretend they were.”
I squeeze my eyes shut, but it’s too late. I’m careening over the edge and diving headfirst into the abyss below.
A scream tears from my throat, and my hand around Dread’s length stutters. He pumps his hips in my fist once, twice, before he lets out a hoarse shout of his own. But I’m too far gone to feel his cum pouringout onto me for the second time or my own release gushing out of me, squirting past Dread’s persistent fingers.
I convulse beneath him while my hands fly to his back, digging my nails into his skin, desperately attempting to hold on to him. If I don’t, I just might fall off the edge of the world, and I don’t know how to make my way back.
It feels like hours by the time I come back down. I’m breathless and lightheaded again, and only now do I realize Dread’s hot tongue is licking and sucking on my nipple while his fingers gently circle my clit.
Because of course he’s the culprit prolonging the orgasm until I damn near passed out.
I deflate beneath him, and he finally retreats, rolling onto his side with a heavy sigh. I’m covered in sweat and cum, and aftershocks are still making me twitch, but the only thing I can focus on is what the fuck just happened.
I don’t understand him—this—and how the hell we even got here.
I keep my head turned away from him while I try and fail to process the last… God, I don’t even know how long.
Quietly, he gets up from the bed, but I refuse to look at him, even when he returns a minute later wearing a pair of black boxers and cleans my stomach with a warm rag. When he finishes, he throws the rag into his hamper and then grabs my—his—T-shirt and pulls it down my body until I’m covered again.
Then, he reaches over me and grabs his phone. The knowledge he has an entire fucking sex tape of us is incredibly fucking unsettling now. This one is arealsex tape—nothing like the one of him fucking me against the other side of the door.
Long, silent seconds tick by, and I refuse to look at him until I hear my phone buzz from somewhere in the room, followed by him setting his own phone down on the nightstand, done with whatever he was doing on it.
I risk a glance in his direction. He’s standing beside the bed, staring down at me with a look I can’t quite decipher.
“You have a link to a secure drive. I uploaded the video to it.”
I stare at him blankly. I know he said words. I heard him speak, even saw his mouth move.
Yet, I’m unable to process a single syllable, because they all sounded fucking insane.
“What.”
He grins, mirth sparkling in his eyes. “The video,” he says slowly. “That we just created two minutes ago. I uploaded it to a secure drive and shared it with you so you have it, too.”
I blink once, then twice.
