16. XVI
XVI
Echo
I awoke with a start, intermittent whimpers reaching me from down the hallway. Half asleep, I jolted from my bed, staggering out the door while clumsily pulling on a pair of trunks.
It wouldn’t do anyone any good to confront an intruder with my dick flopping about.
I came to a halt outside Spencer’s room. She had a subtle lampshade turned on next to her bed, reflecting swaying silhouettes, floating through the frosted glass walls. Reaching out for me, luring me in.
Then, her unconscious whines escalated louder. I couldn’t take it anymore. Crossing the last barrier, I entered her room, that intoxicating scent instantly barraging into me.
Spencer remained in a restless sleep, covers strewn over the ground with her limbs in disarray. Her cream silk singlet and lace panties barely contained those tight curves that called to the corrupt animal in me.
Even in her sleep, Spencer was disarming. Her sexuality a weapon, allure primed and forged into the most lethal weapon, ready to cut down anyone who wasn’t worthy. And me? I was the least worthy of them all.
Yet, here I am, right in the fucking thick of it. Coerced by her magic voodoo bullshit.
A whimper escaped her throat as tears leaked from the corners of her closed lids, splintering any last restraint as I sat beside her on the bed. I gently shook her shoulder. “Ghost?” Her response was instantaneous, her hand whipping out to bruise my wrist.
With the spark of pain, I had her pinned under me before the thought could even compute, my legs parted over her waist as I anchored her hands above her head.
She was a feral beast, still half asleep, thrashing and shrieking until she fully gained consciousness, the restriction of her body pulling her out of the chaotic, dreamlike state.
How dare she dream of someone other than me.
The fight filtered out of her muscles, her cheeks wet and flushed, blazing green eyes sharpened with recognition.
The lamp illuminated an ambient glow, lulling us into the damn twilight zone, a mysterious counterworld with a total population of two.
Spencer’s eyes tracked over my exposed chest, catching on the growing length that pressed against her core.
“That’s one way to wake me up,” she said, tone husky and breathless.
“You’re lucky. I tend to sleep naked.” She pitched a brow and pushed her pelvis upward to skim against me, and I pushed to my knees to escape the torturous contact. “Are you going to tell me what you were dreaming about?”
“I’m…frustrated.”
“I don’t do girl talk, sweetheart.”
Spencer vaulted upward and kicked out, foot colliding with my chest. I rolled off the bed, landing in a crouch as she turned onto her side, giving me her back. She still wasn’t fast enough to hide the tears that continued to run down her cheeks.
I straightened, rubbing a hand over the back of my neck. “Ah, I’ll leave you then.”
Lost for words, and altogether lost my fucking mind.
I’d never seen her so vulnerable, wrought with emotion. With every step to the doorway, my legs became heavier as if my body was reluctant to pass the threshold, to walk away from her.
SPENCER
My skin stretched thin, heat bubbling within, perspiration coating my flesh as useless tears wouldn’t stop leaking from my eyes.
Irritation was rife in the lining of my skin as I squirmed on the king-sized bed. The movement did nothing to satiate the uncontrollable hunger, the hormonal demand that made me delirious—fucking hysterical with the utter need for release.
I couldn’t remember the last time I’d come, and my brain was misfiring from that newfound physical dysfunction. I’d never had an issue before, the sexual frustration making me lose my damn mind.
It didn’t help that my body craved one person, thoughts consumed by the singular individual that haunted my unconscious mind. His presence was a clear warning and constant reminder of what I couldn’t have.
The man in question lingered on the outskirts of my bedroom doorway, refusing to venture further, and it drove me to the brink.
I can’t fucking take it anymore.
I rummaged through my bedside draw, grasping my new mini bullet vibrator and letting it buzz to life. My lashes fluttered closed as I let the memory take over. Waking up with Echo above me, chest bare and exposed, his smooth cock hardening between us.
I let my delusion run wild, hoping he could hear me—fucking see me—pleasure myself to the mere thought of him, hoping he would choke on it.
If he wants to stay, I may as well put on a show.
I traced the bullet down my neck, the gentle vibration caressing over my thin singlet, and my breath hitched as my opposite hand raised to tweak my nipple through the soft, silky fabric.
Each minute brush, each hint of contact caused a ripple of pleasure to cascade down to my centre, my legs rubbing together, searching for the extra friction that I so desperately craved.
My head tipped back in bliss as I removed my panties, the suspense causing my core to moisten with expectation.
With my chest heaving, I slipped the toy between my legs, gliding over my centre with ease, a moan escaping my lips as I gyrated to the humming beats of the quivering toy.
Intoxicating tension escalated higher until I was on the precipice of orgasm—then, the battery cut out. My impending climax snapped back from me, my body rejecting the last remaining hurdle to pure, euphoric release.
An aggravated screech emitted from my hoarse throat as I blindly chucked the dead vibrator against the wall. “ FUCK!”
“Need help?” Two words, spoken with the tone and deliverance of my latest sexual fantasy.
I opened my eyes to a shocking sight. Echo stood at the end of my bed, his eyes wholly black, licking his lips like he would ravage and feast on my flesh with a simple command. It made me drunk, high on the fucking fumes that radiated off him like a tidal wave. His dick was long and penetrating through his thin trunks.
“What will it cost me?” I asked, voice strained.
Echo’s head cocked to the side in a predator fashion. A bloodthirsty monster, ready to strike at the slightest provocation. It turned me all the way fucking on.
“I’m in a generous mood. Now, spread that pretty pussy for me, Ghost. Show me that piercing I can’t forget. That I fucking dream about.”
No shame or hesitancy registered in his words. My mind clouded in such potent lust that I followed his instruction willingly.
My fingers skirted down between my legs, finding my core soaking wet. Collecting some cum, I slicked my pierced clit.
Echo’s gaze never wavered, his pupils tracking my movements with particular concentration.
“You like me watching, don’t you, Spencer?” he asked, his tone rough. More heated arousal leaked from my centre, and Echo bit into his lower lip in retaliation. “You like flaunting that irresistible, dripping cunt in front of my face, don’t you? Like driving me goddamn crazy?”
My opposite hand lingered over my nipple, pinching to the point that a ripple of pain spiked through my system, quickly overtaken by a bout of pleasure.
I writhed to an uncontrollable rhythm, my attention never wavering from my personal voyeur, who hadn’t moved an inch. As if he was caught in a force field entirely of my own creation.
“I know you’re hungry.” I taunted, my voice raspy and halting on each word. “Why don’t you come and eat?”
He growled, and my eyes involuntarily closed as the unbearable sensation became staggering.
I absentmindedly felt the bed dip when a sultry voice teased my ear. “Is that what you want?” I flinched at his proximity, and my flesh prickled from the tease of his warmth as he hovered above me, not quite touching. His muscles were strained from the effort of holding himself up and away.
He was so close, yet so, so far.
“Do you want me to lick you?” His breath stroked my neck, and I moaned from the insinuation. “Do you want me to taste you? To lap up every last drop of your delicious fucking cum?”
My back arched at his tantalising words, attempting to make contact with any part of him. He resisted.
“How about you slip those fingers inside that tight little pussy for me, Ghost? Imagine it’s my cock that you squeeze so so good ,” He rasped, those last words skating down my flesh as wicked as sin. I couldn’t endure any longer, slipping my hand lower as I sank two fingers past my pulsing entrance.
With the culmination of his filthy mouth and my sheer desperation, my inner walls spasmed from the intrusion, tipping into the long awaited bliss that I so desperately sought. A scream ripped from my chest and shivers scattered my body from the overwhelming onslaught.
Which was my excuse I use for why I did what I did next.
I needed his body on mine, crushing me till I couldn’t breathe. Panting uncontrollably, my palms raised to skate up his chest, and he trembled in retaliation. Not as unaffected as he liked to portray.
When my palms circled around his neck to pull his bulk on top of me, he wrenched out of my grasp, his face twisted into a feral expression.
“Who gave you permission to touch me?”
Before I could reply, he ripped my singlet down the middle and yanked the material free, twisting the silk around my wrists to anchor my hands to the bedhead. I was completely bare, naked before his livid gaze as he loomed above like the devil himself.
“Corrupt me!” I begged. I was so tuned in and turned on by his savagery that I couldn’t help but whine and plead for his touch.
If I was in my sane mind, I would have backhanded myself for my lack of dignity. But I’d just felt the stark reminder of the pleasure Echo could provide, and all my pride had evaporated with the orgasm that shook me to my core.