Page 29 of Outbreak (Revolution X #1)

CHAPTER 28

Rue

M y entire body feels electrified. I know I’ve officially fallen all the way off my fucking rocker, but at the moment, I need his hands on me more than I need to breathe. I can regret this tomorrow, when the sun rises on a new day and shines its light on all of my bad decisions. But somehow, this doesn’t seem like a bad decision. In reality, we might not live through tomorrow, and I think whatever high power is out there laughing at the world right now would want me to at least go out with an orgasm—or three. And I might not know much, but I know this man’s hands feel like liquid lightning, and I need them on my body right now.

“Don’t make me beg, Ghost. Just take it… please.”

The second the words leave my lips, he growls in my ear and slides his hands up, kneading and caressing as he goes, lifting my shirt and slipping it over my head. He throws it somewhere as he sinks his teeth into my neck before he shifts behind me, pulling me onto my back and sliding down my body.

His mouth sucks and nips on the way down before he leans up, tugging my leggings down my legs and tossing them into the dark room too. He’s not gentle about it either; his movements are impatient and frenzied. That’s what I need. Without warning, he slides his finger up my slit, feeling just what he does to me.

“Look at you, baby girl. You’re dripping for me, and I’ve barely touched you,” he growls, his voice like velvet gravel. I think the man could read me a birth control pamphlet, and I’d still want to fuck his voice and have his babies.

He readjusts his mask and sucks me from his finger. I want to ask him to take the mask off, to let me see if his face is what I’ve imagined in my head. But before I can, he growls again, popping his finger free of his mouth, and drops down, swiping his tongue through my slit and sucking my clit into his mouth. My hips jolt off the bed at the sensation and I can’t contain the sounds that are coming out of me. I’m pretty sure his friend’s walls aren’t soundproof, but I can’t focus on that when Ghost is eating me like a starved man.

I’m no virgin, but I’ve never felt anything like this. His mouth is fucking magical and I grind my hips down, chasing after him as he pulls away.

“Greedy girl.” He slaps my pussy and thrusts two fingers inside me. My hips fly off the bed again, so he puts his other hand on my pubic bone, pinning me down. The pressure just amps up the euphoric sensations, driving me closer and faster to my release.

My screams bounce and echo around the room as he curls his fingers, hitting a spot inside me no one has ever bothered to find. It's too much and not enough. I’m so close, but I need more. I want him inside me, but I need him to take the decision away from me. I can’t beg him like he wants. I’m holding on to that piece of myself like a lifeline, but I’m so close to throwing it down the drain and laying myself more bare to him than I already am. I just… can’t. Not yet. That's all I have left.

“Get out of your head, Rue. Let. Go.” He demands, thrusting harder, more punishing. “I’m taking your pleasure, whether you like it or not. I want every single drop of it. But it’ll feel so much better if you just give it to me. ”

He strokes his fingers over my G-spot in time with his thrusts, and when his thumb presses on my clit, I lose all control, my soul leaving my body. My orgasm washes over me, and a sudden, intense pressure explodes before I feel myself gushing as my pussy pulses around his thick fingers.

“Oh my… Ghost,” my moan long and breathless, struggling to reign my soul back inside my body.

“That’s my girl,” he growls, continuing to slowly drag his fingers in and out of me, drawing out every ounce of my pleasure, just as he promised. I feel boneless and floaty, teetering on the edge of unconsciousness when he finally pulls his fingers from me and gets out of bed. I can’t open my eyes, but I hear running water in the bathroom before the bed dips, and he runs a soft but cool washcloth over my sensitive flesh.

“Shhhh. I’ve got you,” he says when a whimper escapes me at the tenderness there. He tosses the rag somewhere and pulls me into his arms, settling against me. I still feel him as hard as a stone behind me.

“What about you?” I ask, my voice cracking with hoarseness from the ungodly sounds he drew out of me moments earlier.

“I’m fine,” he whispers into my ear. But before I can argue or protest, he tightens his hold on me, snaking his hand up to rest at the base of my throat. “Sleep now, Rue. We’ve got a long day tomorrow. You’ll need your rest.”

I don’t think I’d be much use to him anyway right now. I can feel myself slipping into sleep before he even finishes his sentence. I barely register his next words.

“And you haven’t begged for it yet.”