He kisses a trail down my neck, pausing at my collarbone before taking one of my nipples into his deliciously hot mouth. He tugs and pulls, teasing. My head falls back, giving him all the access he wants. He takes it, worshipping each of my breasts in turn while he fondles the other with expert fingers. The sounds in the room of just our bodies moving together and our harsh breaths commingling drown me in need.
We stay that way until my body is so locked up tight in anticipation of my orgasm that I start to shiver. He reaches between us. “Give it to me, babe.” His thumb grinds circles into my clit. “Give me all of it. I want to feel you come on me again.”
My mind obliterates. His other hand wraps around me tighter, making sure my movements increase against him.
“I want to see that orgasm face you have. I want that plastered in my memory for eternity.”
I desperately work myself over him as he presses down on my clit. The sounds coming from me sound animal-like, primal as I finally reach the catalyst and scream his name.
I collapse against him, and he rolls me onto my back. He doesn’t give me time to recover. He hikes my leg up over his shoulder, pumping in and out of me. Unbelievably, this new position awakens my body again. Just when I thought I was done and didn’t have enough for anymore, I’m desperately kissing him again, holding his face to mine, so I can ravish him like he’s ravishing my cunt.
“Tell me what you want,” I breathe in between kisses. “Tell me all of it.”
“You,” he sighs. “Just fucking you. I won’t always do the right thing.” He draws in a harsh breath. “Fuck. You feel incredible.”
I moan at his words. “I won’t always do the right thing either,” I admit. “But I will always be here for you.”
He pumps inside me, hips working overtime. Still, lines crease his forehead. “I don’t want to lose you,” he breathes, his nostrils flaring. “But I think I’m too late.”
In his eyes, a lost boy appears. A look I imagine he would’ve had when he was younger lingers. It’s far from the confident Johnny Rocket I’m used to seeing.
“I’m right here,” I tell him, taking his cheeks in my hand and pulling him down to wash those thoughts away. He can have me. All of me. He’s not late for anything.
He fists the sheets beneath us. “You like Brawler. I can tell.” He fucks me harder. His hips slamming into me until I can barely draw breath. “You want him like this, and I don’t want to share you.”
Separating what’s happening between our bodies and minds is almost impossible. “I like both of you,” I grunt almost on a cry. Fuck, he’s so good at this. Why do all of his truths come out when we’re like this? Desperate for each other?
“I’m going to kill him,” Johnny says, glaring down at me.
It’s a half-hearted threat. I don’t know if it’s because he’s balls deep inside of me, or if it’s because he doesn’t really want to.
“You’re just scared,” I tell him, arching my back. “But my feelings for anyone else have nothing to do with my feelings for you. They’ll always be the same.”
He grinds against me, a swirl of hips that has me gasping. He slows the pace as if he’s teasing me. “I’m going to fight for you.” He locks gazes with me, and I see the unsaid promise there. “This is all my fault, but I’m going to win you over. I’m going to treat you like the queen you are until you drop them and come back to me.”
He fucks me slow, hands wandering over my sensitive flesh. An almost maddening amount of pressure crescendos until I squirm beneath him. My orgasm hits me out of nowhere, and I gasp as the pleasure rocks my body.
He pinches my nipple, and a jolt rockets through me. “Is that what this is about?” I ask. “I told you before that no one owns me.”
He pulls out, and I groan at the loss of him. He sits up on his knees, stroking his cock in front of me like a dark god. He makes a twirling motion with his free hand. “Flip onto your knees.”
I stare at him stroking himself, pleasure leaking between my thighs before he grows impatient and flips me himself. In one stroke, he enters