Chapter 60
KIERA
Looking into Spencer’s dark, brooding eyes, I was starting to feel a pit in my stomach.
I wanted to kiss her, to see if the feeling that had been brewing in my chest was just my imagination or if she really was unlocking something deep inside me.
What if I’m wrong? Is she serious?
But when I looked at her, I knew she was being honest. She wanted me so badly, she was willing to compromise everything to have me.
If she was okay with being my experiment, why was I hesitating?
Deep in my gut I knew even that was an exaggeration. I’d never wanted to kiss anyone this desperately — that night in The Hollow replayed behind my eyelids, the way she’d felt pushing me into the darkness.
It was less an experiment and more a ripping off of a years old bandage, one that had started grafting to my skin.
My eyes flicked down to her lips, soft and plump.
And then I couldn’t stop myself from leaning forward, putting my hand on the back of her neck as she moved toward me.
When our lips met, soft and wet, I felt a jolt rush down my spine to my center. It made my movements, at first hesitant, now fevered and desperate.
Keeping my grip on the back of her neck, I kept our lips pressed together. I felt her tongue teasing the flesh, eager to explore the inside of my mouth. Parting my lips, I let her in, allowing my own tongue to play with hers.
A groan escaped my lungs as I felt her. My chest heaved with excitement, my breathing ragged and needy.
My body pulled toward hers, wanting more of Spencer’s touch. Peeking open, my eyes looked down at her hands, planted on the concrete floor of the storage unit, lit by the harsh light of her bike’s headlight.
I could see her veins tensing, holding back with all the willpower in her body.
She wanted me, wanted to take me here and now.
And I was about to give myself to her.
But our lips and tongues grew more fevered, begging for more of each other. My hands wandered down from Spencer’s neck to her shoulders. She was lean and muscular, but her shoulders were far broader than I’d expected.
I slide my hand under the front of her leather jacket, pushing it off of her chest and shoulders. Reaching behind her back, Spencer pulled at the sleeves, letting the leather fall to the ground.
The t-shirt underneath was tight around her biceps, a narrow cuff at the end of the sleeve framing her arms.
“Fuck.” I mumbled as I looked down at her body between kisses.
My chest ached for more, everything that had happened since the tunnels building inside me. The anger, the anxiety, the comfort of Spencer’s presence. The excitement.
That little gnawing thrill that I’d pushed to the back of my mind after what I saw.
Some disturbed part of me loved this, all of it. The secrets and the mystery, the darkness that hid under Spencer and Leo’s surface.
Something to match my own.
I should’ve pulled away from the kiss, should have slowed all of this down. But I couldn’t, now that I knew how good she tasted, that it hadn’t just been a fluke the way she’d made me feel that night.
No. Now there was no stopping the throbbing at my center, the aching in my chest.
I took some comfort in knowing that it wasn’t just adrenaline in The Hollow, that when Spencer had kissed me there was a genuine excitement and thrill to being touched by her.
And now, I couldn’t stop myself from inching closer to her. As my hands moved from Spencer’s shoulders to her chest, she lifted her own to my hips. She’d been respectful, keeping her hands to herself. But now the gloves were off.
“Is this okay?” Spencer asked through heavy breaths and swapped tongues, her fingers wrapping around my waist.
Nodding, I groaned as I felt her strong grip in my body. “Yes.”
Then I tugged on her shirt, begging for it to come off. Taking her hands from my body, Spencer grabbed the hem and pulled the cotton tee over her head, tossing it into the storage unit.
“What if we get caught?” I whimpered, suddenly concerned about being out in public.
“We won’t.” Spencer shook her head, pulling away long enough to comfort me. “It’s really late, and we’re out of the view of the cameras.”
Nodding, I went back to kissing her, I couldn’t keep myself away. I felt like I’d been keeping myself from her for years even though it’d been mere weeks. But the second I felt her under my arms on her bike that first night, I knew I needed to feel her.
Then Spencer reached back for me, needing me as badly as I needed her. She pulled on my shirt, lifting it over my head and tossing it back with hers.
My eyes moved around her torso, taking in the rippling abs that tensed under my gaze. Unlike her roommates, Spencer’s chest and torsos were largely un-inked. Her smattering of cool tatts ending at her shoulders.
Her skin rose to goosebumps, either from the cold November air or being touched.
Moving her hands from my hips, she reached for the button on my distressed jeans. “I want to touch you.”
Swallowing, I let my head fall back as the button popped open, followed shortly by the zipper pulling down.
Spencer’s hands worked fast, slipped down toward my warm, slick folds. I knew I’d already made a mess of the simple black panties underneath.
If I’d known this was how the night would end, I would’ve worn something sexier.
“Fuck.” Spencer grunted as she felt me through the fabric. “So much for straight.”
With a shrug, I laughed. “You look fucking unreal.”
“I’ve been waiting for you, Bunny.” Spencer winked as she grabbed the belt loops of my jeans, pulled them off my hips and down my legs. Falling back, I let her peel the jeans off my body.
Once they were off, I couldn’t keep myself away from her. There was no stopping us now, nothing could get in our way.
Sitting up, I threw my leg over her lap and placed my soaked center over hers. Lowering myself on top of her, my hips started to grind against hers. I wasn’t sure how this sex would go, what was in store for me. But I knew I needed to rub myself on her.
Through the motorcycle pants, I could feel the hard bulge of her strap.
A giggle rose in my chest. “You wore it?”
“Of course I did. Couldn’t risk being unprepared for you, Bunny.” Spencer winked as she met my green eyes.
Licking my lips, I knew what I wanted. I reached down for her button, undoing the thick fabric of her pants and pushed my hand inside. My chest tightened as I found the dildo, hard and ready for me. No need to work off any whiskey dick.
Spencer groaned at my hand over her strap, even through the cotton boxers.
I fed my hand through the fly front of the underwear, until I met the warm shaft of her strap. “Oh god, that feels good.” My clit throbbed at the feeling of her in my hands. The warmth had caught me off guard, and so did the moan that Spencer elicited as I grabbed her.
My eyebrows furrowed. “Can you feel it?”
“Phantom dick.” With a nod, Spencer’s head fell back. “And the base rubs into my clit when you touch it.”
Fuck, that’s hot. I swallowed hard as I felt the length of it. Long and hard, I wasn’t sure I could handle all of that. Certainly not without any lube.
But I felt my pussy aching to feel the silicone inside me. I needed to know if it would feel as good in me as it did in my hand, if all my attachment to the “real thing” was some bullshit I’d made up in my head
The way my body craved her, I already knew that it was.
Letting my hand fall away from the shaft, I repositioned myself over Spencer’s center. Her hand brought the toy to my center, rubbing the hard dildo over my clit and through my folds.
“I might need lube,” I mumbled, worried Spencer hadn’t brought any.
With a laugh, Spencer met my gaze. “Bunny, you’re soaked. I think you can handle it.”
Even without feeling myself, I knew she was right. My upper thighs were damp from being pressed together, my pleasure dripping down them.
But I’d never been wet enough to skip it, always needing a little extra encouragement.
Against my better judgement, and everything that I’d seen from her, I still trusted Spencer — felt safe in her arms.
Besides, she’d done more of this than I had.
Nodding, I lowered myself onto the strap. I felt it slip into my folds, pressing inside my pussy as I dropped on it.
“Oh, fuck.” I groaned as I settled on top of it, taking the full length with ease.
“That’s it, Bunny.” Biting her lip, Spencer moaned as her hands grabbed my hips. “That’s my brave girl.”
My eyes widened as I felt her thrust into me, her hips pressing in and out underneath my weight. I felt every inch of her inside me, rubbing the walls of my sensitive pussy.
“How does it feel?” Spencer’s eyes scanned my face, her hands trying to control her urge to move faster.
But I could feel how easily she moved inside me, the press of her hips perfectly rubbing my G-spot, the ridges of the strap sending waves of pleasure through my body.
Looking down at her, I knew she was hungry for more. I wanted to release her, to let her fuck me the way she wanted me.
The low mumble that came from my lips was all I could muster. “Take me how you want me.”
Concern on her face, Spencer furrowed her brow. “Are you sure, babe?”
Nodding, I moaned as the slow, methodical fucking continued. “If you want me to come, you’re going to have to move faster. I can handle more than you think.”
A smirk took over Spencer’s face as she gripped my hips harder. “Whatever my little captive wants.”
And then it was like Spencer had been released, an energetic rabbit came out and got to work. With a firm grip holding my hips in place, Spencer’s thrusts grew longer and faster but the force stayed the same.
“Oh god, yes. Just like that.” My head rolled back as I felt her length pulling in and out of my pussy, the length moving deeper and deeper inside of me.
Looking down at Spencer, her head smacking into the cold concrete of the storage unit, I watched a bead of sweat growing on her temple. She looked unbelievably sexy underneath me, the muscles of her arms straining and bulging with each thrust.
Her abs rippled as she tried to keep her breathing steady.
I was getting closer and closer to my edge, ecstasy begging to be released onto her strap.
As I rode her, my knees dug into the concrete.
That’ll be sore later.
I didn’t care about the consequences, not when Spencer looked like that.
Her groans grew more fevered as she moved faster, the base of the dick pressing harder into her clit as she thrust into me.
The sound of her moans was enough to send me over the edge, a tumble of pleasure slamming into me as my thighs begged to come together — squeezing Spencer's hips instead.
“Good, Bunny.” Spencer licked her lips as she gasped. “Come on it.”
Nodding, I felt my body shudder, a deep vibration traveling through every bone in my body as her strap filled me.
“Fuck.” I called out, no longer concerned with who could hear us back here.
As my back arched, exposing my chest to Spencer, the motorcycle light illuminated my body for her.
“Oh god.” Spencer muttered as she kept her quick pace inside me.
It wasn’t until my body keeled over, my red hair falling into Spencer’s face that she slowed herself. Using her strong grip on my hips, she lifted me off of the toy and pressed the silicone back into her pants.
She placed a gentle kiss on my cheek. “You okay, Kiera?”
All I could do was nod into her chest, desperately trying to catch my breath as I felt the absence of her between my folds.
A giggle rose to my chest as sweat gathered on my forehead.
“What?” Spencer brushed my hair to the side, trying to get a look at my face.
“I didn’t mean to fuck you.” Bringing my hand to my face, I tried to hide the embarrassed flush that was rushing to my cheeks.
With a smile, Spencer laughed. “Was I that bad?”
Shaking my head, I sighed. “God, no. So so good.”
I lifted my head just enough to meet her dark eyes, light up by the pleasure of the moment.
Fuck, she’s hot. Pretty. Handsome. Stunning.
There weren’t enough words to describe her, not on this earth.
What the fuck does this mean? I could hardly believe I’d really let myself have her, enjoy it like that.
Was it just Stockholm Syndrome, some cliche I’d regret having to admit to later? Or was I really, truly, falling for a woman? Let alone a woman who had taken me prisoner and shown me her murder cult?