Chapter 28 #3
Still pumping the dildo with one hand, I grab the buzzing vibrator from him with the other and press the tip onto my clit, sending my eyes rolling to the back of my head.
“Oh,” I moan, rolling my hips up from the sheer ecstasy overtaking me.
He answers with a low groan of his own, whispering another encouragement beneath his breath.
Aside from the phone, him kneeling between my legs, watching me like this, is one of my fantasies come to life. It’s almost overwhelming to have it become real, especially when nothing could have convinced me it ever would.
He looks enraptured by me. His cock is hard and tenting his joggers, the tip tucked in his waistline, but he doesn’t touch himself.
“Your pussy is fucking weeping,” he murmurs, angling the phone for a better view. “You’re making a mess all over my bed.”
He appears incredibly pleased by that.
“It’s you making the mess,” I breathe. “I only get this wet for you.”
The moment the words leave my mouth, I instantly wish I could suck them back in. Instead, I watch him process yet another one of my dark truths I never wanted him to know.
He slowly lifts his gaze to mine, something insidious and thrilling playing across his eyes. It disturbs the butterflies nesting in my stomach, the swarm fluttering wildly, as if a predator is nearby.
And there is, if the way he’s staring at me is anything to go by.
“Did the guys you fucked think it was for them?” His tone is sinister, suggesting I need to be careful how I respond.
“They never asked,” I say, my voice wobbling.
My thighs shake as the pleasure builds. When he cocks his head, it only further makes him look like a predator.
“But there’s a reason I couldn't scream their names when I came,” I quickly say. His eyebrow twitches, seeming to be both curious and bothered.
“Why’s that, darling?”
That damn nickname. He’s only using it now to poke back at me.
For reasons I’m not privy to, he’s jealous I was with other men before him.
But I can’t say I don’t understand that feeling.
I’ve seen Dread with his tongue down many women's throats, but it never bothered me at the time—other than finding it disturbing.
Now, the thought leaves me with a sickening feeling in the pit of my stomach.
“Because I would’ve screamed yours instead,” I confess quietly. “Th-that’s the real reason Matt broke up with me. Because I called him by your name.”
His jaw clenches, and that muscle threatens to burst again as he stares at me intently from behind the black strands always falling over his eyes. I can’t exactly read the emotion swirling in his gaze, but I’m also heavily distracted by the consistent buzzing against my clit.
“H-he couldn’t understand why I was screaming the name of a man who tormented me,” I continue, hiccupping as I work to suppress the building orgasm demanding to be set free.
“And I couldn’t tell him thinking of you was the only way I could come.
I-I couldn’t tell him the only name I’ve ever screamed was yours. ”
His upper lip threatens to curl, and he appears on the verge of snapping. It’s an expression I’ve seen a million times, except it was always hatred pouring out of him. Now, it’s something else entirely, something that suggests he still intends to destroy me, but it’s a destruction I’d beg for.
The pleasure mounts until I can no longer ignore it. A whine trickles from my throat, and my eyes roll again.
“Kellan,” I moan, righting my vision just as he tucks his chin into his shoulder, concealing his face from me with a muttered, “Fuck.”
The hand on my thigh tightens to the point of pain, and a deep breath inflates his chest. It seems as if he’s trying to collect himself, but if I’m to shatter for him, then I expect to find his pieces scattered amongst mine.
“Kellan, I need your permission to come,” I breathe.
His head snaps up, and his stare crashes into mine, shock flashing across his eyes.
I lick my lips, preparing to get myself into even more trouble by confessing things I shouldn’t. It can’t get any worse than this, right?
I’m fucking myself on camera while telling him about my dirty little secrets—something he can and will forever wield against me. What more do I have to lose?
The powerful vibrations against my clit are getting to me, making it hard to think straight as I careen toward an orgasm. But I meant what I said.
In my fantasies, it was the only safe way to give him power. Now, it will be very real, but nothing about it is safe.
“I-I would get really lost in the fantasy, and I—” I whimper, my thighs tensing as I get closer. “I wouldn’t let myself come until you allowed me to.” Then, I rush out, “I know it was technically me, but I always imagined it as you.”
His gaze sharpens until even the smallest eye movement feels like he’s gliding a knife along my flesh.
“Please let me come, Kellan,” I whisper desperately.
“God dammit, Rev,” he hisses.
Like a light switch, his pupils dilate until only a sliver of blue remains. He appears to check out, driven only by pure, animalistic lust. He tosses his phone beside me and then nearly rips the vibrator from my hand, quickly turning it off before tossing that to the side as well.
I mewl out my disappointment, my hips instinctively rolling, seeking the pleasure he so callously tore away.
“Kel—” Before I can finish, he bows and sweeps his tongue over my clit.
I cry out, my eyes crossing as I dive my hand into his hair and pull tight. My hips undulate against his mouth as he relentlessly licks and sucks while I struggle to pump the dildo with him in the way.
He notices immediately, knocking my hand away and taking over. My head kicks back when he drives the toy deep inside me, twisting it back and forth as he pumps it.
“Oh my—fuck, Kellan!” I gasp, my other hand flying to the sheet to grip it, except it connects with his phone instead.
I don’t even think about what I’m doing. I pick it up, see the video is still recording, and angle it past my thigh from the side, ensuring it gets a clear shot of both his face and my pussy as he eats me and fucks me roughly with the dildo.
The camera offers a much better view to watch him, but it’s too much to take. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, and I’ve never been more turned on in my life.
Wetness practically pours from my entrance, and his tongue is relentless as his eyes watch me.
“Kellan, fuck, I’m gonna come. Pleaseletmecome,” I say, the words practically spilling out of my mouth.
He pulls away just long enough to growl, “You better drown me, Rev. Right fucking now.”
And then, he furiously flicks his tongue across my clit in a come-hither motion, sending me skyrocketing over the edge.
I see stars, and then I explode with a sharp scream. My thighs snap around his head, and I think I drop the phone, because both hands fist his hair as I mercilessly grind against his face.
I come so hard, I feel every blood vessel in my head strain. The sounds from my vocal cords are loud enough to vibrate my throat, yet I only hear white noise.
Somewhere on a different plane, Dread tears himself from my grip before removing the dildo and tossing it somewhere. Then, he hastily stands from the bed to rip off his clothes and climbs back on.
“Come here,” he barks, grabbing my legs and roughly jerking me down the mattress until I’m lying flat on my back.
I’m still lost to the stars when he pries my legs open and folds my body in half, pinning my knees up to my ears.
He lifts one knee to plant his foot flat on the bed, using it to propel himself up enough to mount over me, lining the blunt tip of his cock up with my entrance. Then, he drives inside me to the hilt.
The intrusion feels like a hand grabbing me by the throat and slamming me back down. A strangled, hoarse scream tears out of me, and my hands fly to his flexed biceps, digging my nails in deep.
The dildo may have been the same size, but it’s nowhere near as breathtaking as his real cock, nowhere near as unforgiving.
For several beats, I’m unable to make another noise—unable to take in a single breath.
He gives me no time to adjust or process, pounding into me with ferocity.
Our skin clapping and the wet noises from my pussy sound like they're projecting from speakers, only broken by his uncontrolled moans accompanying each thrust.
Then, the phantom hand releases my throat, setting the sobs free.
It’s impossible to come down from my orgasm, his relentless strokes preventing it from fading completely, instead sending me climbing again.
I’m no longer in control of myself, moving my hands to squeeze my breasts, my fingers pinching at my nipples. When he releases one of my thighs to grab his phone and lifts it directly above me, I hold no more reservations and stare directly into the lens.
I can only imagine what I look like.
My dirty blonde hair splayed across his black sheets with my wispy bangs falling away from my half-lidded eyes, the inner corners of my brows curved up and my jaw dropped in pleasure, his T-shirt bunched above my tits while I squeeze them, my knees still up to my ears, his hand pinning my leg down while he fucks me.
I want him to watch this video later. I want him to obsess over me the way I have him for the past several years. Even if it’s in secret, even if we go back to hating each other, at least I’ll know I fucking haunt him, too.
His head kicks back for a moment, and his hand falters, struggling to keep it steady as he falls victim to the pleasure.
So, I reach up and take the device from him and point it between my legs, ensuring to capture his soaked cock spearing in and out of me, my arousal squirting between us with each stroke.
He growls in response, pleased by my willingness to film us. Maybe it’s because it doesn’t feel like a sex tape meant to torment me anymore, but one that will torment him.
“There you go, baby,” he purrs. “Make sure it shows how good you are at taking my cock.”