a slow, torturous movement as she turned the clippers on and started working on transforming my beard into rough stubble.
“Little one,” I warned in a growl, my fingers biting into her thigh as she rocked herself over every solid inch of me and I had to suppress a groan. “Why are you fucking with me?”
“Why’s everything an attack to you, Ace?” she asked in a husky voice that made the head of my cock twitch. “I’m just showing you how your scars make me feel.”
“Right. So you thought you’d pity hump me?” I clipped furiously, dropping my free hand onto her other thigh and digging my fingers in as I pushed her off of my cock. She took hold of that very same hand, pressing up onto her toes to lift off of me a little. My breathing hitched as she drew it between her thighs, rubbing my fingers over the soaking patch on her panties. I stared at her as an urgent, almost violent need built in me to push those panties aside and drive my fingers into her wet pussy. But then I remembered this was a cruel game of piggy in the middle and I was the stupid little piggy who wasn’t going to get his hands on the ball.
“What the fuck is this?” I snarled, snatching my hand back as the rage that lived in me reared up and tried to take over. But then Rogue settled herself back on my lap and continued working on my beard, trimming it down and rocking her hips to the beat of the music like she was totally fucking innocent.
“Rogue,” I rasped, looking over at JJ, but he’d just leaned himself against the wall and was watching the show with heat in his eyes and his cock fully hard inside his shorts.
When she was finished with my beard, she finally stood up and stepped back to admire her work, brushing the hair from the shirt she was wearing before frowning at the remaining ones stuck there and pulling the whole thing off. A jagged lump rose in my throat as she stood in front of me with her perfect tits on full display and her rainbow hair tumbling all around her. My cock throbbed with need and the urge to grab hold of her built in me like a billion gallons of water against a dam. I needed her with a primal intensity that made me furious and thirsty at once. She was dangling herself in front of me like the juiciest fruit on earth and my upper lip peeled back in rage as I tried to shove out of my seat. JJ’s hand landed on my shoulder, keeping me down and he slid a cigarette between my lips, lighting it up in the next second.
“Don’t tell Fox,” JJ said in my ear with a low laugh before looking to Rogue. “Dance for us, pretty girl.” The music changed to Lost Cause by Billie Eilish and Rogue smirked as she did as he asked, her hips swaying and her eyes closing as she lost herself to the seductive beat.
JJ suddenly sprayed water on my hair and ran a comb through it casual as fuck as he started cutting it. I dragged in a lungful of smoke and the hit of nicotine made my head spin as I stared at Rogue and refused to blink. This was something straight out of my filthiest fantasies. Her in my room, topless, moving like that. It was enough to drive me fucking insane.
“It looks good a little longer, don’t take too much off,” Rogue told JJ and I drew in another deep drag of my cigarette, unable to even absorb those words as my gaze travelled over her tight, gold kissed body which I thirsted to wreak havoc on.
She awoke a beast in me that had never been tamed, but I was sure she had the charm to do it, she might just end up with a few claw marks along the way. Because if I ever got to own her body, I’d fuck her breathless and make her work for every second of pleasure I offered her. There was ten years of tension living between us and I could feel it making the air thicker now. It made me angry, hateful, maybe even a little vengeful. And I had no doubt she felt it too. We were perfectly designed to destroy each other and I longed to know what it would be