34. XXXIV
XXXIV
Echo
H er tongue leisurely swiped mine, my ardour climbing like a forceful wave drowning us both in compulsive need. I took my time, slowing everything down, wanting to worship her body like she did mine.
There was no other way I could describe it.
Spencer had pummelled through my control issues with the best orgasm I had ever had.
My Ghost was fucking elite. With her dishevelled hair, flushed skin and my cum on her face, I’d practically pissed on her like a dog. I’d officially marked my territory, staked my goddamn claim. And I’d rip anyone apart who tried to take her away from me.
As our fronts aligned, my rigid cock slid between us, and a groan freely yielded from my lips. I abruptly shifted, pinning her beneath me. I ground my length against her slit, the pressure making her whimper. That sound alone made me want to howl at the fucking moon.
Spencer's hands found purchase on my lower back, pulling me closer. A flicker of panic danced up my spine. I instinctively clasped her wrists above her head with one unrelenting hand.
My eyes closed, and I stopped breathing. Her bare, voluptuous breasts scraping against my chest was equal parts pleasure and torture. The supple softness of her skin teased old memories to push forth. Until Spencer bullied through my psyche—again.
“Can you stop being a fucking tease and man up?” My lids flipped open to a smirking Spencer, her sharp insults giving me whiplash.
“Excuse me?”
“Did I stutter?” Spencer asked as she ground her centre against mine, causing a shudder. “You’ve left me wanting far too long, Echo. Finish what you started.”
My heart rate spiked, the thud echoing through my skull at her clear directive. And when her hips lifted again, my pelvis rolled in time with hers, creating a friction that had us both moaning.
Only Spencer could override my past, my fucked up mental blocks. The sensation of her body beneath me was new, enlightening, my skin sparking with a raw necessity only she could illicit.
Arousal pummelled through my bloodstream, a living breathing entity in every organ, in every damn cell.
When I spoke, I couldn’t even recognise my own voice. “There’s so much I want to say, to do to you, Ghost. Fuck, if only you knew .”
“Show me,” Spencer panted, her noxious breath floating into my mouth with longing. I fucking lived for that short exhale to fill up my days.
Advancing, I bit into her lower lip before pushing back on my knees.
My gaze tracked down her frame, cataloguing every minute tell, every detailed feature.
Spencer loved the show, her body gyrating to a silent rhythm only she could hear.
She was bold, beautiful and breathtaking.
Spencer let her hands caress down her body, my eyes tracking her movement like a salivating animal.
Her fingers pinched her pure, pink nipples as her other hand drifted down to separate her lower lips, giving me a clear view. I gulped, near choking on my own desperation.
The silver bulb in her clit shone just above her glistening, pink pussy. My fucking pussy.
And with that last thought, something in my mind shattered.
I attacked her flushed skin, chasing the goosebumps that razed from my ambush. I enveloped her nipple into my mouth, and used my fingers to tease the other—the peaks sensitive and highly responsive, judging from Spencer’s screams.
I sucked and indulged, trailing over her flesh before pressing a kiss to the centre of her chest.
She is my life now, everything I am or ever was belongs to her. Above my past. Above Aster. Above Vice. Above it fucking all.
I pressed upward, kneeling once more, my sole focus transfixed between her legs—that weeping fucking centre that dripped with anticipation.
I pulled on her piercing, extracting a low groan from her mouth.
My eyes rolled to the back of my head. “You’re making a goddamn mess of my sheets, and I haven’t even been inside you yet.”
“Fix that, Echo. Before I do it myself,” Spencer whimpered, pushing her hips upward to catch my roaming touch.
Giving in—just a little—I pushed one single digit inside her cunt. I near expired, fucking deceased from the feeling alone, her inner walls clenching onto me like a vice. Oh, god, let me live through this.
Spencer’s breath hitched, fists clamped into the sheets and disbelief shadowed her expression as her frame twitched with a mini orgasm.
I smirked yet didn’t relent, continuing to fuck her with one finger, which curved inside her while my thumb raised to tease her clit. As soon as I massaged her G-spot, a second wave of convulsions took over, a strained cry diluting as trembles wracked her form from head to toe.
“I need you inside me, Echo. Now .”
My breathing was ragged, my thought process barely coherent. I returned her words back to her. “I can’t be gentle, Spence, not right now. I’ll be rough…and I don’t want to hurt you.”
Spencer replied by taking hold of my throbbing dick and squeezing hard. “Last time, you fucking stabbed me. Now, you’re worried you’re going to hurt me. Fucking give it to me, Echo. You know I can take it.”
Her thumb swiped over my tip, pre-cum staining her skin, which she raised and sucked into her mouth. My complete undoing .
I pushed against her thighs, widening them until they hit the bedspread. With her beautifully splayed out and open before me, I leant down into her face, and through gritted teeth, I gave her my command in return. “ Scream for me while I feed you my cock .”
SPENCER
Echo buried himself right to the hilt in one single thrust. With my legs parted wide, his length penetrated so fucking deep, I was filled to the brink. I was freshly reminded how fucking big he was, my insides spasming from the thick intrusion as a low burn transitioned into swift relief and pleasure.
“You’re splitting me in half,” I whimpered. A desperate plea for more.
“Yet, you take me so well,” he said, pushing forward with intentionally slow strokes. There was no escaping the invasion, and I was down on my knees like a slut, begging for more.
My nails scored grooves into his back as my disarrayed mind tried to use him as an anchor to stay in the present and not get lost in the potent sensation of him.
Then, his dirty mouth took over, and I swear, my consciousness transitioned into the afterlife as his words fed my deprived fucking soul with everything I would ever need.
“Feel that, Sweets? Always ready for me… So fucking ready for me .”
He thrust heavy and true, each time deeper than the last, jolting me with long-awaited fulfilment.
“Oh my god, Echo… Give me more.”
Echo straightened on his knees, his hands tightly grasping the junction between my hips and thighs. His chest gleamed from perspiration as he looked down at our conjoined bodies. Slowing his rhythm, his relentless stare watched as his length continued to pump inside me.
Concentration strained each line of his face, expression piercing and entirely consumed. When he spoke, it was as if he was faraway, in a dream. “Look how good you suck me in, Spence. Look at this greedy pussy suck me all the way in. ”
His statement already made me weak, but when his Variant skittered over my flesh, it left such a satisfying impression that my next orgasm came crashing over the crest without warning.
My pussy wept and tightened around his cock until he strained not to come himself.
I was a lifeless form, the orgasmic overtaking rendering me useless, which didn’t stop Echo from moving me around like his own personal sex toy.
In one sudden action, he lifted me upward so we were chest to chest. My wrists braced at the base of my spine as Echo held them together between his strong hands. I sat in his lap, my legs wound around his waist, my hair trailing down my sweaty back as our eyes connected.
I could feel every single inch of him, the angle causing his dick to bury further so we were practically bonded as one single entity.
He thought that by restraining me, he could keep a small semblance of control. I thought he knew me better than that.
My pelvis began to gyrate, using his position as leverage to take command. I was switching it up, stealing his power. I ripped my hands from his grasp and trailed them up over his shoulders, maintaining that eye contact all the way.
Panic sunk further into his body as his muscles tensed to the point of snapping, and his pupils dilated, swallowing those beautiful hazel irises in a sea of black.
It was the only way we could be together, the only way we could carve out a place for us to belong. He had to give it all over to me—everything he was and ever would be—belonging only to me.
I drew back until his swollen head cushioned my entrance and slammed down, sheathing him completely within me.
“What the fuck are you doing to me?” he whispered, his eyes crazed with lust and devotion. “Driving me fucking crazy till I can’t think straight. I’m consumed by you, my every sense geared towards you. Tell me what is happening to me?” Echo’s voice spiked with undiluted fear, and it didn’t help when I gave him my truth in return— our truth.
“You’re in love with me, you fool,” I said, thrusting in time with our panting breaths. “You’re fucking in love with me, and you’re so terrified of the thought, you’d rather crash and burn than ev?—”
The transition was instantaneous, and although it flashed to life right before me, I still wasn’t prepared for his next move.
“Then burn me all the way up, Ghost. I’ll willingly come undone and be reborn into the strongest fucking steel. An unbreakable weapon solely made for you. I’m in your hands, my love . Use me as you wish.”
A heavy emotional weight slammed into me, my heart racing so fast, I could hear it bounding in my ears.
Echo shuddered as his palms began climbing up my back, twinning in my hair, caressing over my body like I was the most precious treasure he’d ever had the privilege of touching.
Then, he slowly detached our position and laid flat on his back, staring up at me with undiluted trust and—dare I fucking say it, love shining from his eyes.
Echo was granting full reign over his body, over himself, laying in his most vulnerable position. He was passing all his power over to me, and my head became giddy at the silent declaration.
He loves me.
ECHO
From the outside looking in it would seem fucking weird. To anyone else, we would appear as a simple man and woman in the privacy of our own home, sharing an intimate moment.
But it was so much more than that.
My brain chemistry had short-circuited and rewired itself in the timespan it took for me to utter those two monumental words—words that were now etched into every vein, artery and fucking organ in my body. A body that screamed for her to claim me.
Now that I’d surrendered that last part of my very being, all I wanted was to cut out my own heart and serve it up on a silver platter for her to cherish or devour—I didn’t care which. That lump of an organ irrevocably belonged to her no matter whose chest it resided in.
Spencer never wavered from my unrelenting attention, climbing up my body as her hands roamed my skin. She straddled my waist and slowly rocked back and forth, her glistening slit parting perfectly over my cock. The pressure of her piercing tantalised my nerve endings, sending an electrifying ripple of arousal shooting through my frame.
My hands rose to cup her breasts, and when my fingers tightened over her nipples, her head fell back, giving me a clear view of her neck that released a wondrous moan.
Then, her piercing green eyes met mine, and I visibly saw that switch click over in her mind, giving me that filthy fucking tongue I was sure would bleed me dry.
“If you’re not careful, I’m going to take what I want,” she said, continuing to rock back and forth, the decadent friction driving me insane. “I’m going to ride and fuck this thick cock until I’m convulsing with pleasure.” Her thrusts picked up speed as her nails dug into my chest. “Going to watch you come undone as I milk you for every last fucking drop of your cum, Echo.”
“Fuck, fuck, fuck. You can’t say things like that, sweetheart, or I’m going to explode.”
Spencer abruptly came to a halt. “First, you have to give me what I want,” she said, before pinching my nipple so hard, I whacked her hand away on instinct.
“Ouch. What the fuck?!”
“Give me what I want,” Spencer demanded. “Fucking beg for forgiveness, Echo. Beg! ”
With the previous distraction, I hadn’t noticed that she had slid herself backward, my leaking crown stabilised at her entrance as it hovered above me.
I stiffened, entirely still. I knew if I moved even an inch, it would be the end for both of us. So, instead, I inhaled deeply and gladly gave her my genuine apology.
“I repent for all my soulless deeds,” I said, sincerity lacing my tone. Guiding her hands back to my chest, I continued. “Give me all your hate, give me all your anger, cause god knows I fucking deserve it. And I’ll fucking take it. Spencer, only you can give me absolution. I am nothing without you. I’m sorry .”
Her eyes flashed with blazing glory as she lowered herself onto me, inch by glorious fucking inch.
Innate. Raw. Formidable.
Her supple flesh rippled around my shaft, and we both relinquished a sigh from the connection.
“You have one chance,” she said, retreating to the head to then swallow me whole once again. “One more chance to prove to me that you will make the changes necessary. I will kill you if I have to.”
Her tone was certain and firm. Before when she’d threatened me, I knew she was fucking around, but it was now something she was unwilling to compromise. I’d said the words that would forever seal our fate, and if I even had the thought of rescinding that promise, I knew she’d kill me. Spencer well and truly meant it with every fibre of her being… And so did I.
“A death I’d willingly welcome. If only to pay for all my sins. I truly mean it, Spence.” I shifted her hand to lay over the healing wound where she’d stabbed me. “Next time, I won’t stop you.”
With that final admission, Spencer kept her promise. She rode me with senseless abandon, her tightening core simultaneously worshiping and punishing my cock.
The view was breathtaking, her naked body writhing above mine, taking from me, fucking owning me. And with her tantalising pussy stroking me all the way down, I was entirely ruined.
I pulled her into my chest with such a tight embrace that we could hardly breathe. I devoured her wet mouth and slid my hands down to her ass, using the momentum to penetrate her from beneath. Our screams and cries called out in unison with our tandem movements, inevitably pushing us towards that high.
As we teetered on the edge together, Spencer pressed her face into the junction of my neck and shoulder, then bit down— hard. Her shining porcelain teeth sunk deep and true, the job so thorough, it was sure to leave a scar.
The thought of wearing her permanent mark, the sensation of blood running free mixed with acute pain ricocheting through my nervous system, had me buckling beneath her as we climaxed as one.
A long-awaited peace finally settled within me. A once-disorderly soul now calmed with the presence of the individual who bulldozed into my stratosphere without apology or preamble. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.
“No regrets?” Spencer asked, voice vulnerable and light as her face hovered above mine, stained red with my life force.
“No regrets…yet, every regret ,” I whispered, before my fingers latched into the roots of her hair and I captured her mouth with my own.
I love you. I love you. “I love you,” my voice finally muttered the new vow forever ingrained on my soul.