Revel

by Shey Stahl

  “Lie back,” I tell her.

  Naturally, she does as I say and then places her feet on my shoulders like a good girl, giving me complete access to her. I glide my hand along her stomach to the pussy glistening before me. Leaning forward, I nibble at the inside of her thighs, and then I bite her leg, about an inch below her pussy. And I bite, hard.

  She yelps, her entire body tensing, her hands flying to my hair and gripping, pulling, screaming. I sink my teeth in harder until I taste blood. I place a hand over her abdomen, stilling her movements. My eyes dart to hers, my mouth easing up. “You wanted this, remember?”

  “It’s so good,” she breathes, forcing my head back down. “Don’t stop.”

  Chuckling, I circle her pussy with my tongue and then run my fingers along her slit. I don’t slide them in, not yet. Spreading her lips open, her little pink clit pops out, eagerly. I lick the underside and then suck the sensitive bundle of nerves between my teeth, applying enough pressure to make her squirm.

  Tightening my grip on her hip so she won’t get away, my eyes narrow at her. “I’m not going to hurt you,” I mumble, just before I plunge my fingers deep inside her cunt, my tongue insatiably seeking out her sweet nectar.

  I suck hard, but I fuck her pussy with my hand even harder.

  She provokes it, writhing beneath my grip, moaning, tossing her head back and forth and squeezing her thighs around my ears. All I can do is breathe and taste her, every single moan she gives lurches me forward.

  I drive my tongue into her sweet cunt, mouth fucking her like a starving man. The thought of bringing her to orgasm, my cock jolts, and I think I might orgasm without even touching myself.

  Crooking my finger inside her, I search that spot, the one I know will push her over the edge. And then Red comes, her cries filling the room, and everything else vanishes.

  She shakes.

  She cries out for more, harder, faster, more, Rev, please more.

  And I give as much as I want to take from her.

  When she comes down from her high, I don’t give her a chance to comprehend what’s going on before I have the condom on and her flipped around with her tits pressed into the leather of the sofa.

  And then I pause, with the head of my cock about an inch inside her.

  Red’s chest heaves with a breath, her hands slapping against the couch. “What are you waiting for?”

  She had said she wanted it rough, didn’t she? But can I give that to her? That kind of anger that came with it, I didn’t want to do that to her.

  Hesitation gets the better of me, and I pull, creating a space between us. I run my hands through my hair. What the fuck is wrong with me?

  Red, she’s not having it though and twists her upper body, looking over her shoulder at me. “I told you what I wanted. I want you to fuck me.”

  “This isn’t just about me this time,” I tell her, a sudden softness to my words, my eyes finding hers. Does she understand the meaning?

  “This time it is,” she whispers in my ear, kissing along the side of my neck. “Show me why they call you Rev. Give me that much.”

  I don’t move. At least not at first, despite the pulsing in my dick, the need begging inside me to just fucking move and sink back into her. My body trembles with need.

  Part of me doesn’t understand why she wants that. Can I be that guy for her? Does she truly understand what it is she’s asking for?

  She says she wants it, but still, I’m not sure she realizes just how rough I can be. Biting is one thing, fucking is something else entirely.

  “What do I need to do to prove it to you?” Trying to get her point across, she turns around and faces me completely. “You’re not fooling me. I know you desperately want to fuck me.” Yes, I do. “You want to possess me and control what’s always been yours, but just out of reach from taking,” she continues, licking up the side of my neck. Pleasure shoots through my body at the contact clawing up my spine. “I can feel you shaking. I know what you want, but you won’t take it, will you?”

  I move my hands to her hips, breathe in deeply as her thick curtain of hair sweeps over my shoulder. Her hand goes to my dick, stroking me once, twice, three times. Do you notice the way I close my eyes? What about the ragged breaths leaving my lips? It’s almost. . . too much.

  And then she says it.

  My breaking point.

  “Just fuck me, Rev.”

  That’s what does it. That’s what sets me over the edge.

  “You asked for it,” I mumble, flipping her around with little effort. I take a firm grip on her hair, twisting and curling it around my hand and then yank, hard. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

  I’ll warn you now, only for the sake of you saying holy shit and basically thinking I’m an asshole for not caring. I can be one relentless motherfucker when I want to be, and I have to remind myself, and you, again, she asked for this.

  I just hope that when it’s over, she remembers her plea.

  I pin her to the couch, burying myself inside her, then pulling out, slamming back inside her.

  “Yes!” she screams, yelping in response when her neck snaps back with the yank of my hand.

  My jaw clenches, my breath coming out in a hiss before I bend my left leg for leverage. My cock hits the deepest parts of her, tiny moans giving me encouragement to keep going. Bending forward, I sweep the wayward strands escaping my hand from her shoulder. Kissing a path from her spine to the very edge of her shoulder, you’d think this was a sweet gesture, but it’s not. Grabbing her wrist with my free hand, I hold it against the small of her back. “Put your other hand behind your back and hold it there. Don’t move it.”

  A muffled giggle escapes her parts lips. “Are you going to tie me up?”

  I push forward with my hand on her head, her cheek smacks against the couch. “Shut the fuck up.”

  Flattening my palm on her cheek, weakness trembles inside me. I want to beg her not to hate me for this, but I don’t. It’s too good.

  Too much, and not enough at the same time. I hadn’t realized just how badly I wanted to control her, until now.

  Fuck that. I knew.

  She wants the monster, I remind myself.

  Shoving into her again, and again, it’s hard enough the breath in her lungs expels in an oomph. I do it again, gathering her wrists together tightly behind her back. My mouth finds her shoulder again, wishing I could drink her in, get drunk on her moans.

  I fuck her hard.

  I bite until I draw blood.

  Until she screams and cries from pleasure and pain.

  I sink into her, over and over again, her beautiful ass bouncing into me. Letting go of her, I give one last push to the back of her head, my mouth easing up. “Don’t move your head.”

  She nods but says nothing.

  Admiring the raised marks across her back, I smile, loving that I left my marks on her, ones I know after she’s gone will be black and blue. Ones that will remind her who owns her.

  The thought of her remembering, even in my absence, drives me forward. I also know I can’t hold on much longer. Not when I catch a side view of the makeup smeared across pink cheeks.

  For years all I thought about was this. Claiming her, owning her body if I couldn’t have her attention. And the fact that she’s let me now, willingly, I’m honest when I say, I think I’ve fallen in love with her.

  Fuck you, I tell myself. Fuck her and forget that useless fucking emotion. And I want to tell her, if you break my heart, I’ll fuck you up. It’s not the truth, because I know myself well enough to realize I’m the only one who’ll fuck this up.

  She’s so responsive to my every movement and so wet, my balls and the fronts of my thighs are soaked with her juices. Letting go of her wrists, I take a hard grip on both her ass cheeks and spread them apart until her tight asshole puckers, begging me. I press down with my thumb. She responds with a moan of pleasure.

  A fucking moan.

  I think I just met my soul mate
.

  With how wet she is, I wouldn’t need any lube if I wanted to fuck her ass, and I know she wouldn’t complain. I want to come in her pussy too bad. There’s time for her ass later.

  My breath hisses out between my clenched teeth. Fuck, it’s too much.

  Lowering my leg, I sit back on my heels, bringing Red back with me and finally letting her up. I yank her hair until her back arches and meets my chest. Keeping my fist tangled in her hair, I snake my other hand to her breasts. Taking my thumb and index finger, I pinch her nipple.

  “Revel. . . ,” falls from her lips, swollen from sucking my cock.

  Letting go of her nipple, I press my palm to her cheek and force her to look at me. “Kiss me,” I seethe.

  Losing myself in her, it’s easy to forget the world around me. Does it even exist outside this? No, I don’t think it does. Nothing exists outside her pleas for more and my grunts as I drive deep inside her wet cunt. I don’t care about anything aside from filling her with my cum.

  I can barely breathe, but I won’t stop. I’m not even sure she is breathing at this point. I think she’s holding her breath in pain but she’s writhing against me, refusing to give up. I think she comes again. I don’t know because all I can focus on is the intensity of mine that surfaces out of nowhere and I’m unable, unwilling to stop once it starts. My hips jerk forward, rolling into hers and I hold onto her so tightly, my moan of pleasure is muffled by my mouth on her shoulder. And then I come, pulsing inside her like I’m pouring my soul inside her. Every muscle tightens, the warmth spreading up through the backs of my legs wrapping around my balls. I drive into her a few more times, every last drop emptied into her.

  When I’m able to move again, I help her off me and then stare at her, waiting for her to say something.

  “That was amazing,” she breathes, trying to catch her breath. Her cheeks are bright red, blotchy marks covering her chest and neck. She’s fucking beautiful.

  I smile, not knowing what to say to her.

  IN A DIFFERENT LIGHT

  TAYLAN

  The lights of the cabin turn the snow into glitter outside the windows as the early morning sun rises over the mountain. Next to me, Revel’s lying flat on his back, our bodies twisted and intertwined between a sheet.

  I never ever in my wildest dreams thought I’d be here, with him, alone. Who was that guy last night? No wonder women go crazy for him. Now I understand the obsession with him. Um, yeah, I understood it from the beginning.

  Quietly, with my head on his chest listening to the beat of his heart, I trace circles on his stomach, thoughts of last night provoking a slight tug to my swollen lips. Last night. . . it was everything and more. He’d protected and saved me for so long that I don’t think he knew what to do with me once he had me alone. The intensity, the emotions, it’s electric and unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before.

  As the night ascends again and we barely move from the bed, seeing him bathed in the firelight, he’s different. His smile, eyes, voice, warmth, it’s unlike anything I’ve experienced before. We’re different. The taste of him, the way his weight feels pressed against me, it’s engraved in every part of me. It’s as if the world outside this doesn’t exist. Here, together, we’re not Revel Slade or Taylan Ash. We’re not the King of Rock or the Princess of Pop.

  Lazy conversation fills our time when we’re not sleeping, and I tell him about my overbearing parents and how I was raised to be the image they wanted.

  “I painted my nails black once and my dad freaked out on me. Made me take it off.”

  His laughter shakes his chest and my body, his fingertips dancing up my spine. “You rebel.”

  I prop my head up with my hand under my chin and scowl. “Hey, I can be crazy. I made out with a girl once.”

  His eyes light up. “I’m gonna need to hear all about this. Make it graphic.”

  “Nope. Good girls never tell.”

  “Red?”

  “Yeah?”

  Before I have a chance to react, he’s on top of me. He grabs me by the ankles, yanking me forward so that my elbows slip out from underneath me. Hovering over me, his eyes glow against the flickering orange of the fireplace. His eyes look dark, tense, and everything like the mystery he is. “Bad is so much better.”

  Blood rushes through me when he pins me to the bed. It’s the way he presses his weight to my ribs. That’s when I completely understand what everyone who hears his music feels when he whispers, low and throaty, “It’s violent, my love.”

  With him this close, I struggle to breathe. His lips skim my jaw, and I arch my neck, giving him better access. His mouth devours mine. I take a fist full of his hair, drawing him closer.

  I stare up at the cedar-planked ceiling wondering if this is really happening again. With a touch I’m begging to be worshiped by, Revel drags his finger along my slit. “This pretty pink swollen clit is begging for me, isn’t it?”

  Well, she can’t talk. I smile at my internal thought, arching my back into his touch and he adds another finger inside me.

  And then he begins to push them in and out, hard. “Do you want me to fuck you, Princess?”

  I nod. No, I whimper. I crave. I desire. I need. It’s so intense, this necessity to have him fulfill the desire inside me, that if this doesn’t happen, I might die, as drastic as that is. It’s ridiculous to think someone can control your body and mind so completely, but he can. My body practically shakes. Prying open one of my eyes, I find him staring at me, waiting for the answer. Holy hell. Look at this man’s face. Have you ever seen something so sexy and dominating? It’s no wonder he controlled my moods long before we came together on this tour.

  Revel’s smirk lifts his beautiful lips and my heart kicks up another notch. He seems to always know what I’m going to say, even before I say it, but still, presses for more. “You don’t want me to fuck you?”

  “You know I do. . . .” My voice breaks when he sucks his fingers in his mouth. I find it strangely, incredibly, hot.

  “Then fucking say it.” He sucks my juices off his fingers.

  Okay, I was wrong. That’s incredibly hot.

  My eyes flutter. “Say what?”

  “That you want me to fuck you.”

  I squeeze his biceps, my nails digging in. “I want you to make love to me.” I know it’s not exactly what he’s looking for, but I decide to try my luck anyway, curious of the answer.

  His jaw tightens, the emotion in his face unreadable. “I can’t do that. What I can do is fuck you.” Hunger sparks in his eyes. “When you leave me, you won’t forget whose pussy this is.”

  I don’t need to say anything to him. I nod as he fucks me without restraint. He leaves me weak and sated, but ready for more. I will say with absolute certainty, he owns me, because the way Revel Slade makes me fall apart, is totally worth it.

  Something about his words haunt me. It’s the way he says, “When you leave me.”

  Everything around us is silent, pristine, clean. The only sound’s the bubbling of the hot tub jets. Behind us, tree branches hang low with the weight of the snow, perfect mounds of powder at their base from yesterday’s storm. It’s beautiful and reminds me of a fuzzy blanket, but nothing in comparison to the man next to me.

  He’s quiet, staring up at the clear night sky as if it’s going to swallow him whole.

  “Where are you spending Christmas?” I ask, keeping myself below the water. I know we’re completely alone up here, but it feels weird to me sitting in a hot tub, naked, and not having to look out for paparazzi or bodyguards.

  “Here,” he mumbles the words, taking a drink of the amber liquid in his glass.

  “You’re welcome to come to my house,” I add, knowing he won’t accept the offer, but suggest it anyway. I take a sip of my wine. I tried the stuff in his glass and he might as well be drinking gasoline because I’m pretty sure it tastes similar.

  He raises an eyebrow, as if to say I’ve lost my mind.

  Running my fingers ov
er the rim to my wineglass, I don’t meet his eyes when I say, “You’re going to be alone on Christmas.”

  “I prefer it that way.”

  “What about your brothers? Or your grandma? Don’t you want to see your family?”

  “Oma doesn’t want me around.” Sighing, he downs the remainder of his glass, then runs his hands over his wet hair. It stands up at odd angles as he reaches for his cigarettes next to the glass. “Landon has his own thing going, and Bonner, who the fuck knows. None of us have spent Christmas together since Jenna died.”

  “That’s sad.” Leaning to the side, I set my wine on the edge of the hot tub. “Maybe you should reach out to them.”

  “Like I said, Red, I prefer to be alone,” he snaps, lighting his cigarette. Tossing the lighter aside, it falls off the edge and hits the patio concrete with a ping, his mood shifting.

  Crap, I pissed him off.

  Drawing in a heavy breath, he moves toward me, his chin dipping below the water. I’m amazed he keeps his cigarette in his mouth while doing it.

  When he’s close enough, my fingers shake as I reach for the cigarette pursed between his lips. I don’t know if this is something he’s going to allow, but I try anyway. Careful of the flame, I pinch the end by his lips. His part, and let me take it from him, smoke billowing through his nose and mouth. I swallow, our eyes connected.

  “Don’t you dare put that in your fucking mouth,” he warns, his eyes heavy, his breathing kicking up when I slide my other hand between us. He’s not hard, but aroused at least.

  “What would you do if I did?” I taunt, acting like I’m going to, and knowing I wouldn’t. I hate smoking and wish he’d quit.

  “I don’t think you want to find out.” And before I can react, he dunks my hand, snuffing the cigarette and then rips it from my fingers, tossing it outside the hot tub.