Page 38 of Follow the Rhythm (Fairview City Omegaverse #2)

“Fuck.” I lost the battle for control. My hips bucked, and Ellis grunted, taking me deeper and deeper until I felt the back of his throat.

“Oh, fuck, I’m coming,” I warned, and then my vision went white.

My cock jerked in his mouth, pumping cum down his throat, which he swallowed eagerly.

He squeezed my knot, and again my mind flashed to Jess, to the feeling of her pussy squeezing and flexing on me when we locked together, and another wave of pleasure crashed over me.

I was saying nonsense almost unconsciously, my hands clenching the sheets so hard my fingers were going numb.

I pulled Ellis up for a kiss, even before the last tremors had subsided, tasting myself on his lips and tongue.

I peeled his shirt off as fast as I could and chucked my own somewhere across the room.

He was so pale his skin almost shone in the half-light of the room.

I touched him greedily, sliding my hands down his back and over the curve of his ass.

I reached between us and tried to unbutton his pants, but he pulled back slightly.

“Slow down, darling,” he said, looking down on me with an ironic smile, his eyes hazed with pleasure. “We have all night.”

My cock was already hard again, the tip curved up towards my stomach. Thoughts of Jess, of what it would be like to have both of them telling me what to do, of Ellis directing me how to touch her and fuck her, had my heart pounding. “I want you now,” I rasped. “I want you to fuck me now.”

“Is that so?” he drawled between kisses.

“Yes.” I reached between us to stroke him through his jeans. It gratified me to hear him hiss between his teeth and thrust into my touch. “Is that okay?”

“As if I could say no to you, darling.” Some of my desperation eased, but his face had turned serious. “But I can’t help but feel this may not all be about me.”

Guilt panged in my chest. What did it say about me that I couldn’t even hide my obsession with Jess while having sex with someone else? How was I supposed to hide that for the rest of my life? “What makes you say that?”

“Well, the dead giveaway was you saying Jess’s name mid-orgasm,” he said with a small smile.

“Oh my god.” My face had to be on fire.

“No, no, don’t be embarrassed,” Ellis said, kissing me again. I tried to pull away, but he chased my lips until I relaxed back into our kiss.

He pressed his forehead to mine so we could catch our breath. He nudged his hips forward again, pressing his cock to my hip, with a sigh. “I can’t stop thinking about her either. It feels like she should be here, too.”

He looked down at me. I could tell he was waiting for me to either close that door or step through.

“Yeah, it does.” My heart was pounding all over again at the admission.

He brushed my cock, and it jumped. “Do you want to know what I was thinking?” I nodded when he paused. “I was thinking how much sweeter it would be if I were sucking her slick off your gorgeous cock.”

“Oh god,” I groaned, and reached for him again. This time, he let me unbutton his pants and helped me remove them. I pushed my jeans down and kicked them off the bed.

Ellis was as hard as I was. His cock was surprisingly thick for someone so lean. I loosely circled him with my fist, and he hissed through his teeth again.

“I want her to watch you fuck me,” I said, gripping him tighter.

“Yes,” he groaned. He turned me until I was facedown beneath him. It was vulnerable and perfect. I ground my hips into the mattress while he traced his hands down my back to my ass. I shivered in anticipation. “And then you would fuck her at the same time. Knot her while I pound this tight arse.”

I moaned into the bedspread as he slid his cock to tease my asshole.

“Please tell me you have lube,” he whispered in my ear.

“Bag,” I said, my voice strangled.

He moved quickly, and then he was back, straddling my thighs. One slick finger pressed gently against me, and I breathed deeply to let him in. “Oh, good boy,” he murmured.

He worked me gently, first with one finger and then two. I was groaning into the mattress. Pre-cum was sticky on my stomach where my cock was trapped beneath me.

“Ellis, please,” I said, pushing back on his fingers. “I need you.”

“Then hips up, darling.” His voice was unsteady. I pushed onto all fours and looked back at Ellis over my shoulder.

With his mussed hair, swollen lips, and flushed skin, he looked undone. Those blue, blue eyes looked black, his pupils blown wide with lust.

“Are you ready?” He slicked himself with lube.

I nodded.

He lined his cock up and pressed his hips forward slowly. I took deep breaths, trying to accommodate his thickness. Once the initial burn faded, warmth suffused my whole body. “Fuck, that’s good,” I said.

“I agree wholeheartedly,” he said roughly. He set a steady rhythm, and I gripped the headboard for leverage to push back into his thrusts. “Fuck. If you keep doing that, this will be over very quickly.”

“Too good,” I murmured. I wrapped my hand around my aching cock.

“Are you still thinking about Jess, darling?” he panted. “Fuck your hand like you want to fuck her.”

Pressure was building at the base of my spine. I gathered some of the lube dripping from my ass and spread it over my cock, pretending it was Jess’s sweet slick. I imagined her tangy sweetness with a hint of spice and gripped myself roughly, fucking my hand like it was her pussy.

“Good boy. That’s it, fuck our girl. God, you’re so tight.” Ellis kept praising me and then changed his angle slightly. He hit that perfect spot inside me, and I yelled, both their names on my lips. I came so hard I saw spots and ropes of cum hit the bed.

Ellis’s thrusts became erratic. Then he pressed forward, gripping my hips, and I felt his cock jerking inside me as he groaned in release. The only sound was the sawing of our breaths.

“Well. That was illuminating,” he said into the stillness. “I’ll be right back, darling.”

He pulled out slowly, his cum dripping down the backs of my thighs. He returned with a towel and cleaned us both.

I lay down and pulled him down next to me. We were sticky with sweat and cum, and I had completely ruined the sheets, but I didn’t care. I wanted to hold him for a moment. He curled into me and buried his face in the hollow of my throat.

“That was incredible,” I said, softly tracing circles on the smooth, pale skin of his hip. “You’re incredible.”

He pressed a kiss onto my collarbone. “I’m utterly ruined.”

It was a good word for how I felt, too. We lay quietly for a few more moments, and I soaked in the feeling of his skin against mine.

I gathered my courage again. “I’m not ready to give up on Jess,” I said. “I’m not ready for you to give up on her, either.”

Ellis sighed softly and laid his hand against my chest, over my heart. “I fear that’s a hopeless prospect.”

“No, it’s not.” I dropped a kiss on his hair. “We can talk about it tomorrow. But first, we need to fix this bed.”

After changing the sheets, we fell asleep with Ellis curled behind me, one of his knees between mine. As usual, he fell asleep before me, his breath soft and steady against the back of my neck.

I didn’t know how it would work out, but I knew we needed to be honest with Jess about how we felt before it was too late.

I woke the next morning, early, to Ellis cursing. He sat at the edge of the bed, hunched over his phone.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, my voice craggy with sleep. I scooted towards him until I could touch his thigh.

“It’s all fucked.” His voice was as desolate as I’d ever heard. “Someone leaked it.”

I swallowed hard, imagining the worst, that somehow the press had found out about the truth of Michael’s death. “Leaked what?”

“The album. Reward. Everyone’s speculating about it now, whether his death was really accidental,” he said. “And they’re saying it was me who leaked it.”

He showed me a text from Kieran.

How could you? That was all it said.

“I’ve got a ton from Johnny, too,” he said, his voice empty. “They all think it was me. And honestly, I can’t blame them. I’ve been a complete dickhead.”

He turned to look at me.

“I’m so sorry,” I said. It felt like an inadequate response.

“You know it wasn’t me? Right?” Silver rimmed his eyes in the blue light from his phone.

I sat up fully and pulled him close, hooking my chin over his shoulder. He just let his arms hang limply at his sides. “I know. I know it wasn’t you. And I’ll talk to Kieran about it, and Johnny too.”

“You don’t need to do that. They won’t believe you anyway,” he muttered.

“They will. We’ll handle this.” I could help him with this. I couldn’t fix his pain over Michael, but this I could handle.

He sighed and finally hugged me back. “I don’t deserve you.”

I nipped his shoulder. “Stop that. Now let’s pack up and make a plan.”