Then she starts to move – slowly — rocking up and down until my eyes are rolling into the back of my head.She’s a quick study.
“Ryan?” she utters my name softly, and I open eyes. “We’re not so different.”
“Oh yeah?” I question idly.
Alana runs her finger down my nose, and then swipes her thumb delicately over my bottom lip. “We both use these the same way.” Then she leans down and kisses me chastely as I run my hands up her back and over her shoulders, reveling in the feel of her skin. She sits back up and presses her hand over my heart. “And this beats the same rhythm,” she continues, shifting her hips up then dropping them down forcefully. I groan.Oh fuck.My orgasm is starting to circle.
“You know whatisdifferent?” she asks as she keeps up the tortuous pace, forcing me to respond. My hips move on their own accord, driving all the way up into her as she plummets down. “These.” Alana bends again and kisses my eyes. “You can see things I will never be able to see,” she confides, completely spellbinding me. “And these.” She grabs one of my hands and lifts it up by my head, entwining our fingers as she goes. “With these you make beautiful things, things I will never be able to create.”
It’s amazing how much her words can affect my body as much as my mind; it launches my adrenaline, and my arousal, into the stratosphere.
“Those are the only things that are different,” she moans as I thrust harder, more urgently, like I can’t get enough.
Shit, I’m so fucking close.
“Alana, come,” I demand, right before I go from zero to sixty in two-point-two seconds.
“I’m not ready.”
“I need you to come.” I lick the pad of my thumb with my head half detached then massage her clit firmly as I start to thrash in and out of her.
“Holy shit, Ryan!”
She comes hard, fast, and hot, and I fucking detonate. My orgasm blasting through my insides like dynamite.
It completely obliterates me.Fuck.
I come around with Alana lying limp on top of me.Is it always going to be like this? This intense? This satisfying?
We’re both breathing heavy and completely spent.
“Baby?” I slide my hands into her hair and force her to look up at me. “I think you found the words.”
She shakes her head and smirks. “Not even close.”
Someone slapsme on the shoulder, and I find myself back in the present. Although I would give anything to live in the past.
“Where’d ya go?” Divan asks cheerfully. “Looks like you were lost somewhere.”
I just shake my head. “Nah. I’m here.” I unconsciously rub my chest, circling my finger around my scar.
“Whatever,” Skyler cuts in. “I ain’t cryin’ over your disinterest, Jack. That-one-is-comin’-home-with-me-tonight.” He dry-humps the air.
“I hope she lives up to your expectations.” He’s a fucking nut.
“She will,” he replies with a cocky, shit-eating grin.
I’m the last performer of the night, so I have to stay holed up until I’m announced. Daniel likes it that way. Says it builds anticipation. I think it’s bullshit. He just likes to drive me crazy. I’ve come to despise small, windowless places.
I secure my mask and put on my cowboy hat, while Divan finishes violating another willing victim. My palms are sweaty, and my heart is hammering. I don’t know what’s wrong with me; I’ve done this a thousand times.
I hear the music stop, and a few minutes later, Divan appears with a bunch of loose bills crumbled up in his hands.
“Good crowd tonight.” He flashes me a smile. “You’re up. Looks good.”
He’s referring to my experimental costume. Along with my cowboy hat and eye mask, I have on a pair of ripped up, worn out jeans. No shirt.
I take a few deep breaths as I hear Hugo’s voice through the thin walls.Chill the fuck out, man.