Chapter 19 #2
Does that work if you’re already falling?
Shutting my eyes, I try to focus on my hand rubbing over my erection and not the thought of what comes after. I’ll take a heap of regret over coffee in the morning.
Rev tangles his fingers in my curls, clenching them tightly. “Turn. Around.”
For how playful he is most of the time, I didn’t expect this level of dominance from him during sex. But he’s been so incredibly patient with me. He was bound to snap eventually. Bound to let his vicious side loose.
I glare at him before easing my body around. The instant he wraps his strong arms around me, my hand fumbles behind me for the zipper on his pants. Once I get them opened up enough, I shove a hand into his boxer briefs and grip his thick, warm cock.
“Gonna come before you get that thing inside me,” I complain.
Rev nips at my jaw. “Love you like this.”
“What? Unsatisfied?”
He chuckles. “Needy for me. Slutty.”
“Shut up.” It’s a struggle to push out the words with any malice. I’m too busy dissolving into lust.
“Love when you fight me. Love earning you every chance I get.” Moving his hand to my cock, his thumb rubs over the embarrassing wet spot spreading on the fabric of my underwear. “You’re making a mess of yourself, baby boy.”
He works my lacy thong down my legs, trailing kisses along each vertebra of my spine. I claw at the tiles with my fingernails.
“Rev,” I whine.
It dawns on me that my coworkers could walk in here at any moment, but I can’t seem to find a care in the world as he sinks his teeth into the meat of my ass. He bites my other cheek, too, hands squeezing my thighs to hold me still.
“I want to fuck you hard, Dante. I want to leave my marks on your pretty skin so every time you see them you think of me and get hard.”
“You’re twisted,” I mumble.
Too soon, his touch is gone. I spin around to protest, but he slams his mouth to mine, crushing me against the wall. He swallows up my noises, all but sucking the breath from my lungs as his fingers dig into my flesh.
Is this what it feels like to be devoured? To be consumed by another soul?
I wrap my arms around his neck as he walks me backward into one of the shower stalls, where he proceeds to kiss and lick his way down to my cock.
Breath hitching, I grip his hair at the roots as if to hold him back. Blue eyes flick up to me, chilled over with anger.
“I’m sweaty,” I mumble, flushing.
He brings his mouth closer to my cock. “Don’t care.”
And then he swallows me whole.
“Oh my god.”
My head drops back against the tiled wall as Rev licks and sucks at me with a singular mindset, like his sole purpose is to please me. I’m shaking all over, barely biting back my whimpers and moans. Barely able to keep my body upright.
Glancing down at him, I’m in utter disbelief over how quickly he stole power from me when he’s the one on his knees, bobbing on my length.
“Ugh. Stop. Stop. Jesus. Stop.” I rip at his hair.
He rocks back on his heels, his gaze returning to me in question.
“You know what I want,” I say, chest heaving.
Rev stands up and cages me against the wall. My pulse thunders beneath too tight, hot skin.
I turn around without instruction this time, pushing my ass out as an offering. We’re not gonna think about how embarrassing this moment will be when it replays in my head tomorrow. I’m done thinking. I want to be filled. I don’t care if it happens in a bathroom shower in the back of a nightclub.
The familiar ripping of packaging makes my heart skip.
Rev molds his body to me, one hand coming around to slowly stroke my cock as the other slides between my cheeks.
I gasp as lubed fingers press to my hole and begin to circle it.
I move my hips, fucking into his fist and back toward his fingers, eager for them to breach me.
“You’re so desperate for this, aren’t you?” He kisses the hollow behind my ear. “Admit it. You’ve been thinking about this since the first night we met.”
“Never,” I force through gritted teeth.
He pushes the tip of a finger inside of me as he gives my cock a leisurely tug from root to tip. All the tension leaves my muscles. All the fight in my spirit is gone.
“More,” I gasp.
Fuck, it’s been so long since I’ve let go. Ballet used to give me this release, but I haven’t allowed myself that joy recently. And sure, I’ve had sex since then, but not on this level.
Not with anyone who made me feel like Rev does.
“Pretty baby. My perfect little slut,” he praises.
His lips never leave my skin as he eases another finger inside me. If he keeps up with this turtle fucking pace, my feelings might catch up to me, and neither of us wants that.
“Hurry.” I wiggle against him.
His fingers curl to nudge my prostate, summoning a long moan from deep within my chest.
“Mmm. Just like that, Dante. Open up for me.”
“Rev. Fuck me already.”
“You’re missing a ‘please.’”
“Fuck you.”
“No, I’m fucking you tonight.”
Huffing, I shut my eyes and bury my pride. “Please.”
His hand leaves my cock to wrap around the back of my neck.
He pushes my cheek against the tiles as he guides his sheathed cock to my hole.
I get one more breath out before he gradually pushes his crown inside me.
My hands claw at his ass and thighs, desperate to bring his hips flush against me to bury his cock deep.
“I’m tempted to make you wait. You know how long I’ve wanted to do this? How much I crave you night and day?”
“Don’t care,” I mutter.
He’s wrecking me with his maddeningly slow movements. “I could keep you on the edge like this forever.”
I’d slam my ass back if not for one of his hands now gripping the flesh of it. His other hand is still curled around my neck, keeping me pinned against the wall.
Rev laughs as I struggle. “Since day one, kitten. Knew you were mine.”
Fuck, he drives me crazy. What would it take to set him off? To make him moan for me?
I try to shake my head, dreading the creeping panic spider crawling through my chest. “Stop talking like that. Just make me come.”
He slams his cock deep inside me, and I cry out in a mix of pain and pleasure. There’s no more adjustment period, just raw, aggressive fucking in the place of my work.
For some reason, that seems to do it for me because I have to snap a hand to the base of my cock to stave off an early orgasm.
Rev doesn’t stop. He continues to pound into me at a brutal rate, hands gripping me hard enough to leave bruises.
At some point, I stop caring about being quiet. He’s forcing the moans from the deepest parts of my soul to add to the erotic sound of our bodies smacking together.
“I’m gonna…fuck…Rev.” My muscles tense, and that tingly sensation at my core builds and builds.
“Give it to me, Dante.”
Dropping my head back to his shoulder, my eyes snap shut as pleasure rips through me in overwhelming waves. I shoot cum onto the wall as my body shudders and slumps in his hold.
“So good for me, Dante. Such a good fucking boy.”
Teeth sink into the muscle between my neck and shoulder, and I almost come again as Rev’s cock pulses inside me, spilling into the condom.
He leaves me empty in more ways than one when he carefully slips from my body. It becomes hard to breathe with the weight of regret collapsing my lungs.
I didn’t want this. I mean, I did, but only because I wasn’t strong enough to keep fighting him.
“Dante,” Rev murmurs, easing me around to face him. He’s zipped up his pants already, but he’s still shirtless since we left the rest of our clothes out in the open locker area.
I feel exposed. Like a raw nerve exposed to the cold.
Avoiding his gaze, I mutter, “Fuck off.”
Tears well in my eyes. I can’t do this. I can’t. There’s no more pieces to the Dante puzzle left to give out, especially to someone like him, who consistently puts himself into dangerous situations. Who taunts death on the daily.
You don’t want him.
No. I don’t deserve him.
He’s been caring and patient and supportive, even though my goal has been to push him away, too wrapped up in the singular goal to spill SIXX blood.
“You got what you wanted from me. Now leave me the fuck alone.”
“If that’s all you think I wanted, then we may need to have a longer conversation, kitten.”
I throw my arms out in a rage. “I don’t want to fucking talk to you. I don’t want you. I don’t want to do this. I had a momentary lapse in judgment tonight, but now we’re done. So fuck straight off.”
I don’t mean any of it, but that protective reflex in my brain won’t rest for a goddamn minute.
Rev’s brows knit together. I think he may be at a loss for words for once.
He’s usually so good at reading me, but it makes sense that he’d be confused because I don’t even know what the fuck is going on inside my head.
I want him to leave, but I also want him to stay.
I want him to force me into this. To hold me together as I’m breaking down.
I press the heels of my hands into my eyes. I’m appalled by my behavior, but what the fuck is new?
“Just…leave,” I say, my voice cracking. “Please.”
I hear him slip out of the shower, and my heart sinks down into my stomach. It’s better if we call it now. It’s not like I need his protection. I can handle myself. Plus, I’ve got Laz.
Only, I’ve been shutting him out, too.
My brain fights to convince me this is the right thing to do. This needs to end. Because the pain of losing someone, that cold chasm of emptiness threatening to swallow up everything inside of me?
That’s something I won’t survive again.
When I drop my hands from my eyes, my clothes are piled neatly on the wooden bench in the shower. I give it a few minutes before I accept that I’m completely alone.
And then the dam breaks. Choking on a sob, tears begin to fall at a catastrophic rate. I’m almost blind with them as I struggle to pull on my clothes. Inevitably, I give in to the crushing sadness, tug up my hood, and sink down onto my butt to cry in the shower stall.