“I want to slam into you, but I like this view too much.” His hand ran over my ass, a finger pressing against the opening. “This is mine, too. I want it all, Regan. I want all of you.”
I didn’t say anything, not wanting to think about his words besides him wanting all of me. Moonlight streamed onto the mirror, bouncing off of it and giving me a full view of what we were doing. The shadows danced over his face, leaving half in the darkness and half in an eerie glow.
He pushed into me again, harder this time. He didn’t stop or slow down. Each thrust was met with a moan from my lips, andI pushed back to match his pace. The satisfaction of him filling me only turned me on more. The sensation was overwhelming. He groaned in pleasure as his hand reached between my legs, teasing my already sensitive clit.
As I gasped for air, the orgasm built. I arched my back, gripping the dresser for support, and my eyes found him in the mirror again. He looked beautiful in the light, the pleasure on his face so clear, and my heart flipped that I was the reason it was there. My orgasm was getting closer, and I couldn’t handle it. I needed more. He must have read my thoughts because he picked up the pace, slamming into me harder and faster.
I moaned, and his hand wrapped around my neck, pulling me back to him.
“You are all mine, Rebel. Come all over my cock and make me yours.”
I gasped at his words, my orgasm unstoppable now. I screamed out his name as I was sent over the edge, feeling the waves of pleasure crash against me, leaving me breathless.
My nails dug into the dresser, trying to hold on as the world faded away. Stars burst in my eyes, my body shaking hard as I came. I looked in the mirror back at him. His dark hair had fallen over his forehead as his mouth dropped open with a moan.
His hips thrust harder, his breathing growing ragged. “You’re so fucking tight, Rebel,” he said, his voice hoarse now. “I can’t last any longer.”
“Good, don’t,” I said.
He grinned, his eyes filled with that hunger for me. With one final thrust, he let out a deep groan, filling me completely.
My body shook, another shiver running through me as he leaned onto me.
“Fuck, Regan. I should have planned this out better, so I could lie down after that.”
“You better be able to drive me home because I think I’m the one that won’t be able to walk, and you have to drive a motorcycle back.”
He groaned, pulling out of me and fixing his jeans. “Don’t even remind me of that right now. All I have to do first is sit with you and watch a movie.” He grumbled again. “And now that I say that, I wish I would have planned this out, so I could do that in a bed, too.”
Rook spun me to face him before trying to help me clean up what he could and pulling my jeans up.
“You okay to go inside?”
“If it means sitting down, yes,” I huffed, my body still buzzing from the orgasm.
He wrapped an arm around me, leading me inside to what I could only guess had been a main living room at some point. He pointed to a seat near the back. Someone had set up a variety of camp chairs, blow up chairs, and even a blow up mattress that Evie lay back on with Aiden next to her. We were apparently headed to a ridiculously big bean bag chair.
“This is…insane. You guys brought all this here?”
“Yeah, Evie wanted it. She likes to go all out,” Rook said.
“All out for what?” I asked Rook, but Mason turned back to us, cutting off our conversation.
“Wow, nice of you two to join us,” Mason said. “We heard screaming, but weren’t sure if it was you two, someone getting murdered, or the haunted freaks hanging out here.”
“Great,” I mumbled, ready to curl into Rook. “Now your friends are going to be giving me comments all night.”
“Tell him to shut the fuck up,” Rook said, a smile on his face as he wrapped his arms around me.
“What? No. He’s your friend. You do it.”
“I would if you needed me to, but you really don’t need me to. Tell him to shut the fuck up or you’re going to make me hit him.You’re in charge, Rebel. Tell him now. Say it like you mean every word and then some.”
It was another challenge. One more way to make me rebel, but this time, it was completely for me.
I faced Mason, trying to not let my voice shake. “Shut the hell up, Mason.”
Mason’s eyes narrowed, looking me over. “Or what?”
