Chapter 22 #3
“Don’t be a brat,” he huffed, his knuckles tight on the steering wheel. “The Devils are dangerous, Rory. You need to tell Skeet. The Psychos run surveillance, you know? They’ll see it on the cameras at some point and you’ll be in the doghouse for not saying anything.”
“I’ll tell him later. Right now, the Devils are filling up and the last thing I want is Skeeter heading straight there and shooting at them,” I said sharply, putting his phone in my pocket so he couldn’t do anything sneaky.
The drive to his was silent, but he did take my hand to hold to ease the tension. I didn’t want to fight with him, but he didn’t understand how dangerous it was to call Skeeter.
I’d talk to Skeeter later about it.
No one greeted us when we arrived at his house, and Jensen smirked when he noticed me looking around the main entrance.
“I gave them the day off. I didn’t want anyone bothering us.”
“They wouldn’t come into your room anyway,” I pointed out dryly, gasping as he lifted me and slammed his mouth to mine, walking me backwards until my ass met a solid surface and I realized he’d brought me into the kitchen.
“Who said anything about the bedroom?” he asked, giving me a grin as he gently pushed me back to encourage me to lie down on the dining table. “I want to fuck you on every surface of this house.”
He stripped my pants off in seconds, pushing my shirt out of the way to trail open-mouth kisses down my chest and stomach, dragging my ass off the edge of the table before kissing my pussy. I jerked, my hand going to his hair as I groaned.
His tongue teased my clit as I squirmed, my thighs closing around his head when he pushed a finger inside and moved his tongue faster.
The noises he was making sounded like eating me out was going to make him come too.
He didn’t slow down when I came. No, the prick only pumped his finger harder and faster, alternating between sucking and flicking his tongue over my clit until I was begging for him to stop, then he was shoving my legs apart and yanking me upright so he could kiss me.
I pushed his pants down his thighs and reached between us to stroke him, toying with the piercing in the tip as he attacked my mouth, and then he was dragging my ass off the table more and pushing inside me.
We both moaned into the kiss, his arm circling my lower back as his free hand grabbed my thigh to hold my leg higher. One of my arms circled his neck to keep him close, while my other hand explored his back before dropping lower to squeeze his ass.
We were both a sweaty mess in no time, and once he’d made me come again, he kicked his pants off properly and lifted me, carrying me through the house.
“I need you in my bed,” he growled against my mouth, my pussy clenching around him.
I didn’t care where he fucked me, as long as he kept doing it.
His soft blankets met my back as he laid me down, having no choice but to pull out of me for a second so both of us could shuffle up the bed, but then I was climbing onto his lap and riding him.
“You’re going to make me come,” he huffed, his eyes firmly on me as he pulled my shirt completely over my head and reached around to unclasp my bra. “I’m coming in you more than once today. You good with that?”
“So good,” I agreed, rolling my hips between bounces until his hands gripped my ass hard and he cursed, thrusting up into me as he came.
I slowed, intending on climbing off, but he shook his head and held me in place. “Wait. Give me a moment and we can keep going.”
“You don’t want a break?”
“Fuck no. I’m going to flip you over in two seconds,” he grinned, reaching between us to lightly toy with my clit. “And I really want you to come again before I do that.”
“Jense,” I whined, my sensitive body clenching around him as I tried to fight it off.
“Aurora,” he murmured against my mouth, my cursed pleas falling on deaf ears as he continued toying with me until I was coming again. “Fuck, good girl.”
My whole body was shaking as he slowed, and he carefully got to his knees and placed me back on the mattress, pumping his half-hard cock in and out a few times as he left kisses across my neck.
“I squirted a little,” I said breathlessly, and he chuckled, grazing his teeth along my throat.
“You’re going to do it again for me in a second. You’re okay with me flipping you over?”
“Already?” He flexed his cock inside me as if to prove that he was ready, and I groaned. “We’re going to ruin your bed.”
“That’s the idea. On your knees, chest on the bed, and ass up for me.”
He practically had to move me, my limbs weren’t cooperating, and once I was in position, he pushed inside me again and kissed my back affectionately.
It was slow at first, but when he ran his fingers through the mess between my legs and rubbed my clit, his thrusts got faster.
He pushed my ass down a little, my thighs burning from the position, but it felt so damn good that I didn’t give a fuck.
“You going to come on my cock, baby? Soak the bed for me,” he bit out, both his hands going to my waist to keep me still as he slammed into me.
It was right there but it wouldn’t go over the edge, a frustrated cry leaving me as it hung right on the line.
I was begging him for something that wasn’t even in English, and then he was pushing me lower onto the bed until my clit was rubbing on the material, a scream leaving me as I came hard.
I squirted a lot this time, curses leaving him as he fucked me through it until he buried deep and finished inside me.
My body was so exhausted that I passed out before he even pulled out of me.