Siren's Game (Siren's Duet Book 2): Love in the Spotlight

Chapter One - Kayla

Kayla

”Fuck yes,” I shout, my voice already hoarse and my fingers digging into the satin sheets above my head as my torso arches off the mattress. A tingling in my core announces my climax approaching, and I take a sharp breath. ”Josh, I”m about to cum.”

”Nu-uhh.” He shakes his head dramatically, lifting his head between my legs and taking the vibrator off my clit, flicking the two toys he taped to my nipples off with the push of a button on his tiny remote. ”Not yet.”

An exasperated sound leaves my throat, my head falling back into the pillow as he waits for my breathing to calm down and my muscles to relax.

Damned Josh. Able to read my body like a manual. He knows exactly which buttons to push, where to touch to drive me bonkers.

As soon as the tension has seeped out of my limbs, he lifts my leg over his shoulder and gets right back to it.

”I hate you,” I mumble when he presses the vibrator back against my clit, keeping my glare on him even when a moan falls from my lips.

”No, you don”t,” he replies nonchalantly, looking up at me through his lashes with a devious grin as he moves the toy further down, slipping it inside me. Which isn’t too hard, considering how long he’s kept me on edge already and how fucking wet I am. ”You love it. Admit it.”

Of course, I do. After all, I”m here, hands gripping the sheets, letting my long-time friend-with-benefits torture me with pleasure.

But admit it? I will do no such thing. Biting my lip to keep the whimpers inside, I thrash on the mattress when he pushes a button on his remote and the vibrating inside me intensifies.

My whole body tenses, muscles tight, waiting for his next move. But nothing happens. He sits back, wiping a strand of his dark hair behind his ear as watches me writhe, pleasure sending small lightning strikes through my body.

”Hmm,” Josh hums amusedly and demonstratively holds up the tiny remote. ”Admit it.”

I bite my lips and he pushes the adjustor up, the toy”s buzzing inside me driving me even crazier. When the familiar tingling in my core announces itself, I keep my eyes shut and force my breathing to remain normal. If I don”t tell him, he can”t stop in time, right?

Wrong.

Seconds before pleasure engulfs me, only bare moments, he pulls the toy out of me, and my eyes shoot open. I want to pull him closer, want to pinch him for not letting me cum, but I know that’s only going to make it worse, so I keep my hands where they are.

”Admit it,” he taunts me with a singsong voice, the smile on his face downright punchable. ”Or I”ll bring you to the edge again and again, never letting you jump off it.” An evil smile spreads on his face. ”And I know that you don”t want to jump by yourself.”

I keep glaring at him with huffing breath and burning cheeks. And he looks right back at me, eyebrow raised and mischief written all over his face.

”Oh, I”m going to have fun today.” He chuckles and reaches for the nightstand where he keeps the rest of his toys, grinning when he pulls out his newest procurement: a vibrator with one thick side, and the other end split in two, all of them able to vibrate, of course. My eyes grow wide before I quickly school my face.

Fuck. He”s got me.

If I use the identical one that I have at home correctly, it can make me cum within two minutes, and I know he can have me wherever he wants me just as quickly. I shouldn’t have shown him that thing the last time we hooked up at my place.

”My, my, look at that.” He starts it, whistling lowly when he feels the intensity of it. The grin on his face stretches even wider when he lets it buzz against the sensitive skin of my thigh, before he stops it, pushing the thick end against my hole, then the two thinner strands along my pussy, placing the ends right around my clit.

When he starts the toy, I know I”m battling a useless fight. It reverberates inside me, sending pleasure through my whole body with each short buzz, stimulating me in a way that makes me lose my fucking mind, while the vibrating pieces on my clit are making me drop all rational thoughts.

”I love it,” I whisper, separation clouding my voice. ”Now let me fucking cum.”

My core is already starting to tingle, and I know that the orgasm I”m about to have is going to sweep me off my fucking feet even though I”m laying down.

”Only if you ask me nicely,” he demands with a chuckle and trust me, if looks could kill, he”d be a lifeless pile on the ground right about fucking now. I let my eyes fall close before I give in to his demand. My whole body is on fire and feels like it might combust if I don’t cum soon.

”Please let me cum,” I ask of him in a whisper, and finally, he gives me what I want.

Pressing the two thin ends tighter to my nub, he keeps them right there with his thumb, not letting up when I start screaming and thrashing as salvation is close enough to taste.

And then it fucking drowns me, taking the breath out of my lungs as I scream out my pleasure, my whole body prickly with relief. Holy fucking shit.

”Josh,” I whine and squirm as he keeps the vibrating ends right where they are until my second orgasm announces itself only moments later. I can”t even catch a fucking breath before my whole body starts shaking again, my core tightening and another wave of pleasure pulling me under.

”Hurts,” I press out when he still doesn”t let up. I reach down to push his hand off me, swatting at his arms. But he only shakes his head.

”Papaya?” he asks, and I shake my head. It hurts, but not in an ”I need to use my safe word” way. He knows me too well to let it come to that.

”Hands over your head. You”re going to cum until you forget my name,” he growls and pulls the toy out of me, only to replace it with his cock. ”Until you don”t know up from down.” I cry out at the sudden change. In a good way. Finally, I feel full and my back arches involuntarily, wanting more, trying to get him deeper inside me.

He chuckles, leaning over to the side and rummaging in my drawer for something else to torture me with. I groan when I see the massage wand emerge from the drawer along with the mischievous glint in his eyes.

”Just like that,” he grits and starts fucking me in earnest, placing the toy aside. For now.

Because for now, he fucks me into an alternate universe. One where gravity doesn”t exist, where all I know is pleasure and his touch. And, with the last sliver of my nerves, I know that ticking him off is going to send me to heaven. So I’m planning to do just that.

”Joshhhh,” I moan and reach down to dig my fingernails into his hips. They”re probably going to leave marks, but I really can”t give a fuck about that.

Through hooded eyes, I see him shake his head with an amused smile playing at his lips. One quick reach to his right, one flick of his finger, and the massaging wand presses against my nipple.

”I said hands over your head. You”re testing me today.”

All I can manage to reply is a whine when he slides the toy down my body, narrowly avoiding my most sensitive areas. And suddenly, he”s got me right where he wants me.

Clouds obscure my sight; all sound reaches my ears through a wall of cotton as he finally starts fucking me in earnest while pushing the vibrating toy against my clit.

I lose count of how often I cum. Wave after wave of pleasure breaks right over me, burying me in the ocean’s depths until I resurface for a quick breath, just before I’m swept away with the next one.

I want to reach between the two of us to push the toy away, but he just grabs my wrist and swats my hand away.

I know he will stop if I ask him to. All he needs is one little word.

But I”m a glutton for pleasure, what can I say?

He only stops when my breathing turns into frantic gasping for air and black dots begin to dance in my periphery, taking my hand to stroke his cock until he cums on my stomach in heavy spurts.

”Fuck, Kayla,” he groans, his eyes almost closed as he lays his head in his neck, almost like he”s sending a prayer. Then he collapses on top of me, only barely catching himself on his elbows to not squish me completely before he rolls himself off me, his breath heavy.

”You were in your head a lot today, is everything alright?” Josh asks me when he returns to the room, butt-naked and dick swinging, with two bottles of ice-cold water from the fridge in his hands.

I’m so tired I can barely keep my eyes open.

”After-tour stress,” I mumble softly, closing my eyes again when I feel the mattress dip with his weight. God, my throat hurts from all the moaning and screaming. At least I can afford it now, after our tour. ”The usual.”

”After-tour stress?” he repeats curiously and chuckles. ”Shouldn”t you be relaxed after a tour? You did the hard part, isn’t now the time to chill?”

”Sure,” I say and roll my eyes behind closed lids.

Of course, he”d assume that. He”s a corporate guy; he doesn”t know the reality of being a part of a world-famous popstar duo and the resulting stress of going on a tour and dealing with paparazzi whenever you leave your home or hotel. Or the struggles of having your private life be subjected to the whims of a label.

All he needs to deal with are numbers and charts on his computer and an annoying co-worker who likes to steal his lunches.

And I don”t mean that in a bad way. Truth be told, there are days I”m jealous of him. Even though math was always my weakest subject and I’d probably poison the lunch thief.

With a sigh, I extend my hand blindly until he places one of the cold water bottles in my palm. Then he climbs into bed, crawls behind me, and helps me sit up, leaning my back against his chest.

He reaches for the bottle again and twists it open for me, holding it to my lips.

Holy shit, the cold water running down my throat feels amazing. I have to hold myself back to not gulp the whole thing down in record speed and get a brain freeze.

”How long are you in town for?” Josh asks as he lowers the bottle from my lips and twists the cap closed again before placing it somewhere beside the bed.

”I don”t know,” I tell him with an exhausted sigh and close my eyes again. He climbs out from behind me and starts to gather up all of our clothes that we threw blindly as we made our way to the bed. I watch him while I snuggle up under the covers and hide a big yawn behind my hand. ”We have a meeting with Naroa the day after tomorrow. I can tell you more then.”

I”ve heard some whispers and rumors about what our next event will be and God, I hope they”re true. I guess I”ll find out tomorrow if I”m delusional to believe them.

”That means you”re definitely still here tomorrow, though,” he points out with a grin. ”Remember that video of the restaurant with the rude waiters I sent you? Want to go there?”

An exhausted grin spreads on my face.

Josh and I started out as friends, more than five years ago now. When we met, he was in a long-term relationship until he found his girlfriend cheating in their bed with one of his, now-former, friends. He was devastated. He already had a ring picked out for her and everything.

Half a year later, we decided to add the ”benefits” to our friendship. He didn”t want to date anymore, and neither did I.

As far as I’m concerned, that”s still the case today, which is why I”m here, at his apartment and in his bed. Scratching an itch without having to deal with finding someone new to do it with.

”Are you ready to be in the news again?” I ask him with a raised eyebrow, only my eyes peeking out under the covers, making him chuckle.

””Ready” is not the term I”d use, but it”s been forever since we’ve had some fun outside the bedroom.” Then he clutches his chest dramatically, looking at me with wide eyes. ”Or are you only using me for sex?” He blinks dramatically as though he’s about to cry, and I laugh.

”You got me there,” I say with an exaggerated eye-roll. ”Seriously, though, I”d love to go.” I hide a yawn behind my hand. ”Let”s talk more about it tomorrow.”

”Are you staying over?” he asks, surprised, and I can”t blame him. In all the years, I can count the number of times I”ve slept at his place after hooking up on one hand.

But I”m tired. So fucking tired. And the prospect of going back to my quiet, empty apartment doesn”t seem very appealing today.

”If that”s okay,” I say softly, already fluffing up my pillow. ”I”m beat.”

”Of course,” he assures me and climbs into bed again. ”I know you don”t like cuddling, but the offer is there.”

I chuckle, my eyes closed and already about to drift off to sleep. ”Thanks.”

Within seconds, consciousness leaves me, and I drift into a dreamless sleep.