Chapter 12 #2
John drops my legs, letting my feet fall to the floor, and brings his mouth back to mine for a quick kiss.
“Take these off,” he demands, fingers toying with the waistband of my sweats.
He does the same, reaching behind to pull his sweater off in one motion, and the sound of his belt buckle hitting the floor builds the anticipation inside me further.
Without missing a beat, his hands find me again, one dipping between my legs, and his fingers push between my folds.
I gasp at the sudden fullness, and he smirks, kissing my chin.
His thumb circles my clit once. “That’s the face I like to see,” he says, and just as fast, he pulls his fingers from me, sticking them in his mouth with a moan of satisfaction.
“I’ve missed the taste of you. And as much as I want you to ride my mouth, that’s going to have to wait. ”
He cradles my face and kisses me, his tongue sweeping over mine in a soft, possessive embrace.
A moan rumbles in his chest when I wrap my hand around his cock, stroking the velvety skin.
We kiss for what feels like hours, mouths molded together in a mixture of slow, languid strokes, soft nips, and exploration, until he guides me down to the ground.
I brace my palms against his chest when his hands dig into the flesh of my hip, pulling me to straddle him.
The head of his cock rubs against me, and the anticipation is fucking brutal.
The realization of just how long it’s been since I’ve had this man creeps in with every passing moment.
He must be thinking the same thing because he doesn’t waste another moment, pushing into me with a shared gasp.
“Fuck,” I breathe out, lowering down inch by inch until he’s fully seated inside me.
His hands caress my sides, reaching down to squeeze my hips, my ass.
The movement begs me to move, and I do. I slowly roll my hips against his, and with the first stroke, John’s head falls back against the cushioned floor beneath us.
“Just like that, Sav.” A soft moan in his exhale.
“That’s it, baby. Ride me.” The words spur me on, making me feel sexy…
beautiful…confident. My hand traces up my stomach, cupping my breast as I rise and fall, over and over again.
My other hand reaches behind to grasp his thigh, and a small tingle forms along my arm where my ponytail swishes over the skin, the sensation heightened by the euphoric state we’re in.
I trail my fingers down my stomach until they find the space where our bodies meet, circling my clit.
I feel my walls clench his dick. His head lolls, eyes rolling into the back of his head.
After a moment, John winds his arms around my back and sits up. I wrap my arms around his neck when he captures my lips in a bruising kiss. One hand on my lower back, he forces my hips to move in a fluid motion.
Heat fills my cheeks and pools in my core when I look down to see where our bodies connect, watching as his dick moves in and out of me with each roll of my hips. The sheen of sweat makes our bodies slick against each other.
John lifts my chin to meet his gaze, and he smiles before kissing me again.
His hands fall back to support our weight as I ride him—a slow, steady pace that fills my veins with adrenaline and ecstasy, bringing me higher with each stroke.
My hands explore his arms, his chest, and his neck. Anywhere I can reach.
Without warning, he leans forward again, wrapping his arms around my midsection to pull me flush against his chest. John rocks his hips and mine in tandem. It’s sloppy and uncoordinated, without much room to move, but this new position applies delicious pressure against my clit.
“John,” I gasp, clutching his shoulders, and my nails dig into the flesh.
“Eyes on me, Savannah.” His large hand cradles the side of my face, and when I open my eyes, his eyes stare straight into mine.
“You trust me?” John asks, the corner of his lips quirked.
“I want you to lean back,” he says when I nod.
He pulls my mouth back to his for a quick kiss before I do as I’m told, allowing him to guide me exactly where he wants me.
This new angle is deeper, opening me further to him, as he lifts his hips, thrusting into me.
“Yes, John. Don’t stop,” I cry out, and my nails dig into the cushioning under my fingertips. I can feel it, my orgasm reaching its peak, and I reach down to rub at the swollen bud between my legs. His name is a soft whimper on my lips when I feel the wave crest. “I’m close.”
“Give it to me, Sweetheart.” His hand reaches out, wrapping around my throat, and applies a light pressure on the sides. “I want to feel you come all over my dick.”
John’s words are the final push over the edge—my back arches, body convulsing, as I clench around him and ride the waves of my orgasm.
Somewhere in the back of my mind, I swear I hear the creak of the barn door downstairs, but there’s no way. Everyone is in bed by now. It’s just my imagination—the fear of being caught in such a…compromising position.
“C’mere.” His voice is pleading as he pulls me back into his lap, back to the moment.
With his hand still on my throat, John brings my mouth to his.
My nails rake down his forearms, his shoulders, his back, scraping over the flesh.
I grasp for anything I can hold on to as his hands dig into my hips, moving me exactly how he needs to find his own release.
His lips find my neck, sucking on the skin before soothing it with his tongue.
“Savannah?” A voice calls out from downstairs. Motherfucker. You’ve got to be kidding me. What the fuck is my brother doing here? “You still up there? It’s getting pretty late. Are you—”
“W-what do you want, Crew?”
If he comes up here, I am so fucked.
“I just wanted to check on you because you seemed—”
“Fine!” I slam my hand down on John’s shoulder and suppress a moan as he rolls his hips up into mine. “I’m fine. I’ll…I’ll be inside shortly.” John grips my throat and forces my stare to his darkened blue eyes, his other hand forcing my hips to continue moving. “You are not helping,” I hiss at him.
“Who said I wanted to help?” He smirks.
There’s another creak on the staircase before Crew says, “Are you—”
“Yes!” I glare at John when the word comes out louder than it should, and he pecks my lips. “I’m fine, Crew. Just go. I-I’ll be done in a few m-minutes.”
“Don’t count on it,” John whispers in my ear, and it tightens the coil in my abdomen again.
It’s quiet for a moment before I finally hear Crew’s mumbled rebuttal and the shuffle of his feet at the bottom of the stairs, followed by the squeak of the barn door closing again.
“You fucker.” I slap my hand onto John’s bare chest, but he catches it with his own, bringing my palm to his lips. The sensation sends tingles down my spine.
“This is everything I need, Savannah,” he says, and my heart aches. That’s all I want, too, but we can’t…I can’t. “You are everything I need.”
“John,” I whisper, pressing my forehead against his as the fire grows between us. He reaches down to apply soft pressure to my clit.
“Fuck.” He breathes out, his forehead dropping to my shoulder, and I run my fingers through his short hair. “Sav,” John whimpers.
I’m mere seconds from coasting the waves of ecstasy again, but this time I want to do it together.
“Wait for me,” I beg.
“No,” he says. “No, I want to come inside you, and then I want you to climb up and ride my face.”
His words wind the fucking coil even tighter. Is he serious? “John, I haven’t even showered.”
“I want to taste you.” He kisses me and forces his hips up from the mat in a hard thrust that makes my head spin.
His hands grip my back. With one final thrust, I can feel the twitch of his dick as he comes, and his moans resonate straight to my core.
“Now,” he orders and lifts me with ease, leaving me feeling empty, but not for long.
As he slides his back to the ground, John pulls me up to his face. “Grip the barre.”
I do, and at the same time, he wraps his hands around my thighs and pulls me down to his mouth.
“Holy fuck,” I cry out, my fingers white against the grain of the wood.
I immediately catch sight of my reflection.
Normally, it would make me blush and look away, but for some reason, I can’t.
His tongue moves against me, and slowly, I find my rhythm against him.
“John.” His name comes out in a whimper, and I swear I feel him smile.
“I’m going to come.” His only response is a moan, and the vibration sends me over the edge.
His hold on my thighs tightens when I try to move away, his mouth continuing its relentless assault until another wave of pleasure rolls through my body.
With hard breaths, I still grip the barre, trying to come down from my high.
I didn’t think it was possible to feel this spent, but I’d do it all again in a heartbeat.
John carefully lifts me from my position and cradles me into his arms, wiping his mouth before he kisses me, and I can taste the mixture of us on his tongue.
“I swear I didn’t plan that,” he whispers with a soft chuckle, planting a kiss on my forehead.
“I wouldn’t have cared if you did,” I say with a lazy smile.
As we get dressed, the weight of what we’ve done hits me, and what bothers me most is the fact that I don’t care as much as I should.
I should be upset. I should be mad because I have made it clear (to myself and everyone) that I am not dating a wrestler.
I promised myself I wouldn’t get involved at work…
But when it comes to John, it’s so fucking hard to walk away. I’ve heard time and time again that it’s easier to date someone in the business and that someone on the outside can never understand this life. While all of that might be true, I’m not there to find love…not right now.
When I pull my shirt over my head, I notice him staring.
“You okay?” John asks.
“Fine.”
He sighs and crosses the room to me. “Don’t do that.”
I scoff. “What are you talking about?”
“Don’t lock yourself away in your head. Don’t shut me out. Talk to me, Sweetheart. What’s going on?” John reaches for me, trying to caress my face, but I push him away.
“John, I—I can’t—”
“I want this, Savannah.” His words stop me. “I want you. I want us.” He sighs, skating a hand over his head. “Fuck, I know it doesn’t make sense, but you can’t deny there is something here…Every time we try to stay away from each other, something pulls us back in. Pulls me back in.”
“I don’t even know you. Not really. I—”
“Tell me you don’t feel something.” His burning stare bores into me, and he takes my face in his hands. “Tell me that, and I will walk out that door. We’ll never have to discuss it again.”
“You know I can’t do that.” As much as I’d like to deny it, I can’t. My shoulders fall, and despite my answer, I take a small step back. “But that doesn’t mean anything, John. That doesn’t…That doesn’t mean we can be together. I can’t do this. I made a promise to myself and—”
“Yeah, I’ve heard about your rule.”
“If there is one person I would break that rule for…it’s you. But I—I can’t. I have to make a name for myself in this industry. In EWE. Without you. I have to prove myself, and I don’t want it to be because of you. I want to do it on my own. I have to.”
“I know.” John sighs, scrubbing a hand down his face before he leans in to kiss my forehead. “I know, and when you’re ready to break that rule…”
I can only smile at him.
He squeezes my hand before he drops it, turning to leave. Everything in me screams not to let him go, not to let him walk away. I shove the voice aside, putting a wall up between us.
Just before he steps outside, I say, “Don’t wait for me, Brooks Taylor.”
John looks over his shoulder, and a smile spreads across his full lips. “Don’t tempt me, Skye.”