Chapter 19
REVERIE
He watches me carefully as he pops open the button on my jeans, his stare intense. When I stay frozen like an idiot, he drops his gaze, his lips parting with anticipation as he slowly parts the metal teeth.
My heart pounds, and I war with myself. Do I let him do this and give myself a chance to get away from him and Lionel?
He’ll watch over Roxi, and I won’t have to feel so guilty for running away, despite my father’s threat.
A clean break.
If he actually lets me go.
He could be lying. In fact, he probably is.
I grab his hands again, stopping him.
“I don’t believe you,” I whisper. “You’ll sabotage me or you won't follow through, or you'll just do… something.”
Holding my stare, he reaches into his pocket and pulls out his phone. Frowning, I watch him open our text message thread and hit the speaker button to record a voice message.
“If you ever tell anyone I’m taking steroids, I’ll fucking kill you.”
My mouth pops open, baffled, at a loss for what he’s doing when he hits send.
He tucks his phone back into his pocket with a straight face. “If you finish your paperwork and I try to stop you from leaving anyway, then you can send that to the dean and my coach and ruin my entire life.”
I blink. “Wh—” I can’t even finish my sentence, I’m so stunned.
“But if you don’t,” he continues, “then you’ll delete that from your phone, and you stay here with me.”
He’s insane.
“H-how long do I have?”
His hands return to either side of my waist to hook his fingers inside my waistband and roughly jerk my pants down. I gasp and instinctively lift my ass, allowing him to slide them down my legs, taking my underwear with them.
“Until you come,” he answers, his tone wicked. “But it better be complete by the time you do.”
This is a huge mistake.
An absolute massive one.
Yet, I can’t find my voice, even as he lowers to his haunches, pulls my boots and socks off my feet, and slides my jeans the rest of the way off my legs.
You’re being stupid.
My heart pounds, and the butterflies are flying rampant in my stomach as he backs up while simultaneously rolling me toward him. The desk is tall with no drawers, providing him just enough space to fold himself beneath it and bring me right up to it.
I’m trembling and on edge, so when I feel his hands part my thighs, I jump. My cheeks burn and my chest heaves. Only a single thought replays over and over in my head.
Why the fuck are you letting him do this?
I startle again when he grabs my hips and jerks me forward, sliding my ass to the edge of the chair. Hot breath fans across my center, and holy fuck, I don’t know why the hell I’m so nervous, but I am.
“I hope you’ve started, darling,” he purrs a moment before his wet tongue runs along the seam of my pussy and up to my clit.
For the third time, I jump then whimper, scrambling for the pen. A groan vibrates against me as he licks me thoroughly, and already, I’m struggling to keep my vision straight.
This is only the second time I’ve ever had a man’s mouth on me like this, and I had already completely forgotten how fucking good it feels.
Clenching my teeth, I blink rapidly to refocus and then force myself to concentrate hard on the words.
Name. I need to write my name.
First name, then last name.
Easy.
I get R-E-V-E out before he sucks my clit into his mouth, wrenching a sharp gasp out of my throat. Then, I feel his thumbs spread me before his pointed tongue flicks up and down my clit. My brow furrows, my jaw drops, and my eyes drift shut for a moment as intense pleasure overtakes my core.
Holy fuck.
My left hand curls into a fist while the other squeezes the plastic pen until it digs into my fingers uncomfortably. However, it’s hard to feel anything outside of his mouth.
A strangled moan leaks out, and I pinch my eyes shut even tighter, my head drooping as waves of ecstasy roll through me with each lick. My thighs tremble violently, and all I want to do is grab his hair, tug him harder against me, and fuck his face.
Fucking concentrate.
Forcing my eyes open, I quickly finish writing out my first and last name. Then, I move on to my date of birth, penning that in, and start writing my address next.
Except the words blur when Dread suckles on my clit again with a pleased whimper, as if he’s drinking down water after weeks of dehydration. Wet, squelching noises emit from my pussy, only adding to the eroticism.
“Oh,” I breathe, my eyes threatening to roll.
He releases it with a pop, only to immediately dive back in with an eager grunt. His tongue is both sloppy yet precise, rolling and lapping at all the right places to make me see stars.
He’s stupidly fucking good at this, and I’m going to lose if I don’t get it together.
I fill out two more spaces when I feel his blunt fingers probing at my entrance.
“Dread, n-no, that’s cheating,” I pant out quickly. I know better—I’ll last a total of two more seconds if he uses them. “Only your mouth.”
He grunts out an acknowledgement, though they linger, as if waiting for something.
I try to quell the strengthening pleasure by ignoring him for the paper again.
It works long enough to fill in my phone number, though I think I got two of the numbers mixed up.
I'm staring at it, trying to remember, when he sucks on my clit again, and all the numbers jumble together.
This time, he lets his teeth scrape along it as he pulls away.
“Fuck,” I groan, my stomach clenching as I fly dangerously close to the edge.
He delivers another sharp nip, a heady mix of pain and pleasure swirling together.
And that feels fucking delightful.
My eyes roll, and my mouth drops on a husky cry, though a smile threatens to curl my lips. When he does it again, the next moan borders on sounding happy.
I’m quickly spiraling, and I’m struggling to remember why I’m supposed to care.
My head drifts back, and my hips roll into him, little pants sawing from my throat as I greet each lick eagerly.
I’m so close already, and I both want to soar while never wanting it to end.
Dread steadily pushes me toward the edge, and I've only made it three-quarters of the way through one page. Just when I think it can’t get any better, I feel the pad of his thumb pull back the hood and expose my sensitive nerves to his lashing tongue.
The pleasure is so sharp, my entire body convulses against him, a high-pitched squeal leaving my lips.
The pen clatters to the wooden surface, and I lean my upper back against the chair, offering me a salacious view of him licking me as I dive both hands into his hair.
“Fuckfuckfuckfuck, Kellann-ng,” I blabber, my thighs widening as I pull him closer into me. “I’m gonna come. Don’t stop.”
Except he doesn’t listen.
With a growl, he pushes my chair back, sending me rolling back several feet.
My hands fly to the sides of the seat to hold on, and I don’t recognize the sound that comes out of my throat, something between a whine and a gasp.
Then, he slowly crawls out from the desk on his hands and knees, his parted mouth dripping as he peers up at me through the black strands falling over his forehead.
My heart stops before plummeting into my stomach, and everything fades away outside of watching a mythical beast prowl toward me.
Never in a million years did I dream I’d see Dreadful Sharpe crawl for me. And I’m glad I didn’t, because it would’ve been an insult to how fucking breathtaking it is.
I’m paralyzed, even when he reaches me and uses his thumbs to spread me for him again, licking along the seam of my cunt, keeping his glittering stare locked on me.
I let out a shuddering gasp, and all the feeling comes rushing back in. My pussy throbs hard, an outcry from how close I was to coming, only to be left hanging.
His mouth descends, and I inhale sharply and then release a loud moan when he flattens his tongue and glides it up and down my clit in blunt strokes.
My hands tangle in his hair again, climbing straight back up to where he left me dangling precariously over the edge.
His lust-drunk eyes are half lidded as he watches me watch him, licking me relentlessly. My moans are loud and unabashed, the euphoria a sword-wielding apparition holding its sharp blade to my neck until I have no choice but to submit.
Then, his tongue hits a spot that sharpens the ecstasy until I'm face to face with God, and he's nowhere near as impressive as the man between my legs.
“Ohmygod, yeah, yeah, right there,” I rush out, my eyes rolling as my body tightens with anticipation. “Fuck, Kellan, don’t stop, don’t stop.”
He drops one hand to tease my entrance with his middle and ring fingers, causing my stomach to flutter. It feels like a threat, but I’ve never been one to back down from him. I go from loud to silent, amplifying the vulgar, sticky sounds from his mouth, and then I careen over the edge.
I explode with a hoarse scream, and the second I do, he plunges them inside me and curls them up to hit my g-spot. I nearly go flying out of the chair from how hard the orgasm hits.
My head snaps back and my spine bows as I violently tremble against him, losing complete control over my body. A rush of liquid spills out of me as he rapidly flexes his two digits against that sensitive spot, and I go blind, choked cries scarcely squeezing past my throat.
His muscles stiffen, and his other arm bands around one thigh to keep me somewhat contained, battling against my seizing hips. His tongue and fingers are relentless, prolonging the orgasm until my face twists with a sob.
It becomes too much, and my thighs snap around his head as I push at him.
“Kellan! I can’t, I can’t, nnng, nomorenomore,” I squeal.