Page 61 of Rev

“Fuck.”

“Yeah?” I breathe into his ear. “Close?”

“Fuck!”

I pause for the briefest moment, spit into my hand, replace it on him, smear the saliva on his flesh.

I finally give him faster. He needs it, now. I feel it in him, feel it vibrating from his very spirit. I clasp my other hand around the back of his neck and I kiss him delicately, in contrast to the wild plunge of my fist on his erection.

He moves into my hand, and he pulls against my hold on his neck, but I cling to him. Refuse to let him go. Kiss him, hanging from his neck by my hand as if clinging to a tree branch with a fifty-foot fall beneath me. He grunts, now. Hot, hard groans into my mouth, timed to the rhythm of my stroking hand—huffing, panting, almost hyperventilating.

Faster.

The grunts become a long groan, louder and louder, and his hips go taut, flexed, rocking forward. Faster yet, until my forearm aches from the speed of it, and he’s roaring in my ear, slamminghardinto my hand.

He comes.

A gushing spurt of cum splashes onto my belly, striping up my torso between my breasts. Again, harder this time, the stream laying in a thick hot pool on my chest, nearly to my throat. And yet again, on my belly. Once more. And then he’s dribbling onto me, the stream stringing down, dripping over my knuckles.

He’s gasping hard, panting for breath.

He collapses sideways, to his back, off of me, palming his face. “Fuck,” he hisses, once more.

I lie on my back beside him, head twisted to watch him, his seed cooling on my flesh.

He knifes to a sitting position, then to his feet, yanking his shorts up. Twists to look at me. His expression is inscrutable.

“Playing with fire,” he says. “You gotta know that.”

“Maybe. And that’s my choice. If I get burned, that’s on me.”

He stands at my feet, staring down at me. “Not talking about just fucking, Myka.”

“Me either.”

“Last time I’m gonna warn you. Run away from me.” He gestures at me. “This? That’s all theniceI’ve got.”

“Ihadnice,” I snap. “I was married tonicefor six years.Nicecheated on me.Niceacted like I grossed him out. Like he couldn’t get away from me fast enough.Nicetold me I was fat.Nicebroke my freaking heart and stomped on the pieces, Rev.” He opens his mouth to speak, but I’m not done. “I’m sick to freakingdeathofnice. Nicebrokeme, Rev.”

“Myka—”

“I don’twantnice. I don’twantgentle.” I lunge up to my feet, feeling his cum drip down my body. I pay it no mind—I get in his face. “I want whateveryouare, Rev. You scare the heck out of me. But at least with you, I feel like youcare. Like you think I’m worth looking at. Worth touching.”

“Myka—”

“You want tofuckme—” I spit the word out and expect to be struck by lightning; when I’m not, it emboldens me. “Then go ahead! Fuck me, Rev! You think you’re gonna hurt me. But here’s the thing you’re missing—I’m not delicate. I’m not fragile. Not physically. Emotionally, yeah, I’m a freaking disaster. That’s not your concern. I’m not asking you to worry about my emotions. I’m not asking that of you—”

“Myka.” He presses a finger over my lips, finally silencing my outburst. “Stop.”

“Rev—”

“Lay down.”

“Rev—”

“Lay the fuck down.”

I lie down.