Page 81 of Malice
Avro slumped on top of me, both of us panting hard.
“You all good?” Avro asked softly against my neck, and I shivered as he swirled his tongue in little circles and nipped at my ear.
“Yeah, I’m better than all right,” I said, and a tear trickled down my cheek. Not because I was sad or scared but because I wasn’t. I’d had sex for the first time and felt only pleasure. Smiling, I realized I wanted to do it again, but I wanted to ride him this time. “How long until you can go another round?”
Avro chuckled and slowly pushed himself up to stare down at me. “Give me five,” he said and then narrowed his eyes. “This isn’t getting us out of our talk.”
“I know.” I clenched hard around his still-firm cock, and he groaned. I loved that reaction. “I just really want to ride you first.”
His lip curled up. “Who am I to deny you that?” he said, kissing me soft and sweet before pulling out of my body.
My mind filled with images of having him and Jace together, and my fingers slipped between my legs. What had changed inside of me, I couldn’t say, but I was different. I felt the shift, and hiding underneath was an appetite for more. Much more.
Kaivan
After Roach dragged my ass around town all day on a mission of doing nothing but annoying the fuck out of me. I drove home and collapsed on the couch, staring at the ceiling. Images of Raine were stuck in my head on a loop, and nothing I tried got her out.
Then I realized my sneaky hand had slipped inside my unzipped jeans. Instead of pushing her out of my mind like I should’ve, I only wanted another taste. Her screaming my name played like a broken record, and I could feel her pussy cumming all over my cock.
I sat up in a rush. “Fuck,” I growled.
I stared down at my cock, which had a damn mind of its own lately. I’d even invited one of the sweetbutts over, and I’ve never been so fucking annoyed as when the thing twitched, got a semi, but that was it. I had no interest. I even pulled all her blonde hair back into my hand so she’d look similar and still nothing as she dutifully bobbed her head. I sent her on her way when it became obvious it was a fruitless effort. Yet here I was with a steel rod and only one person to blame.
There was a lot of shit I was piling on the Raine train, and each time I tossed another layer on top, I should’ve wanted her less, but nope, I wanted her more.
I swore a blue streak as I stood and marched toward the bathroom, pulling my cell out of my jeans. I hit Roach’s number as I pushed them down.
“What the fuck?” Roach answered the phone on the fourth ring.
“You asleep?”
“It’s four in the morning. What the fuck do you think?” Roach barked back.
“It’s three-fifty-seven, to be precise,” I mumbled, reaching into the shower to turn on the water.
“Whatever, close enough. Hang on.” I could hear sheets moving, and a rustling sound before Roach came back on the line. “Okay, I’m back.”
“You’re getting a blowjob, aren’t you?” I asked and wished my cock was nice and let me have one earlier.
“Of course I am. You wake me up, and I’m hard. What do you think is going to happen?”
I shook my head. “I don’t know. Maybe wait till I’m off the phone. Just a thought.”
Roach groaned, and the phone was muffled as he covered it again, but I could still clearly hear him giving directions.
“Yo, can you knock it off so I can get this out?” I yelled.
“Fuck, no need to yell, man. I’m not deaf.”
Before I reached through the phone and killed him, I took a deep breath.
“I need you here at eight,” I said.
“Like tonight, right?”
I stared at my phone, tempted to call him an idiot.
“Why the hell would I call you at three-fifty-now-nine in the morning and wake you up if I didn’t need you until tonight?” I asked, my voice thick with sarcasm.
