my cock and I squeezed the base of it through my shorts to try and relieve some of the building pressure, swallowing a groan. This is pathetic.
They returned a couple of minutes later and I noticed Rogue had stripped out of her shorts so she only wore my white wifebeater with a black skull on it. She had a box of cigarettes in her grip and a smirk on her lips, and my throat tightened as my gaze trailed down to her long, tanned legs beneath my shirt. Fuck, she looked good. Her nipples showed through the white material too, puckering as JJ shifted a lock of pastel blue hair off her shoulder and laid a kiss on her neck. He had clippers and a pair of scissors in his hands which he tossed onto the bed before pulling off his own shirt and throwing it on the floor in a fucking stripper move.
“Where’s Fox?” I muttered as Rogue moved forward, taking my hand to guide me off the bed, becoming my crutch for me as I leaned on her for support.
“Out,” she said simply before directing me to a wooden chair as JJ moved it to the centre of the room.
I let go of Rogue and tried to walk straight over to it, but my leg said hell no and I cursed as I stumbled but JJ caught me, helping me onto the seat. I muttered a thanks, irritated with myself, but all my embarrassment was forgotten as Rogue swung her leg over my mine and sat in my lap.
JJ passed her the scissors and she smiled innocently at me as she started cutting my beard, letting the hair just fall between us and scatter to the floor.
JJ used his phone to connect to my Bluetooth speaker and played the slow version of Goodbye by Feder and Lyse as Rogue worked to shorten the mess of hair on my face. I couldn’t stop staring at her as she sat just an inch away from the bulge in my pants and I glanced at JJ as he drew closer again, wondering if he was gonna stop her sitting on me like this. He pulled Rogue’s hair over her shoulders then leaned down and shimmied up the shirt she was wearing to reveal her pink silk panties beneath where they kissed her tanned flesh.
I gave JJ a confused look, my heart beating powerfully as Rogue acted like she hadn’t noticed, her legs spreading a little wider as she pressed her tiptoes to the floor.
“Don’t let her fall, Ace,” JJ warned in a voice full of sin as he took my hand and placed it on Rogue’s lower back, before gripping her hips and shoving her forward. I swore as she landed right on my cock and my fingers automatically fisted in her shirt. Her pupils dilated and a breathy noise escaped her, making me grow even harder between her thighs.
I cleared my throat, looking over at JJ and trying to silently communicate that I was having a cocktastrophe right now, but from the smirk on his face, it looked like he knew exactly what I was dealing with.
Confused as fuck, I returned to watching Rogue as she continued cutting my beard until it was short enough to start using the clippers. JJ plugged them in then handed them to her, leaning down to kiss her neck and slide a hand up her top to play with her tits. She gasped, her hips rocking over my rock hard dick and I cursed under my breath, grabbing hold of JJ’s arm.
“What are you doing, dude?” I demanded.
He leaned back from Rogue, toying with her nipple beneath her shirt and using his other hand to hold her chin and make sure she was looking at me. She bit her lip, staring right at me as a moan rolled up from her throat and I swear I felt that noise right to the base of my cock.
“Showing you how hot you make my girl,” he said with a shrug like this was just another day in JJ land.
“What?” I hissed, figuring he’d lost his fucking mind. I wasn’t making Rogue hot, he was. And I was just a – a fucking seat.
“Touch me,” she panted, looking right at me and my throat jammed up.
“No,” I growled in refusal.
JJ withdrew and I dropped my hand from Rogue’s back, feeling how wrong this was no matter how much I fucking wanted her. She circled her hips in