Chapter 25
Chapter
Twenty-Five
Johny B
T he cool shower I’d just taken had cleared the last of the haze, that had been filling my head since I’d finally woken up early yesterday. Every joint of my body ached like a motherfucker, now I’m just stiff, much like my dick has been. Guess even when your brain needs to take a time out, you can still have morning wood.
I wrap a fresh, clean towel around my hips, then use the back of my hand to swipe the steam from the mirror and look at my reflection.
At least today, my complexion is less pallid than yesterday. When I lean closer to the mirror, I can still see the yellow remnants of bruising on my cheekbone, but that should be gone within a day or two.
I squirt a ball of shaving foam into the palm of my hand and start to work it over the stubble on my chin right up to my ears. I contemplate shaving my head too, but as I turn my head from side-to-side surveying how it looks now it’s grown out some, I decide I kinda like it. Picking up the cutthroat razor, I slide it open, and with it held firmly between the tips of my fingers, I push up my jawbone, ready to start. I’m about to make the first sweep of the blade when I hear a loud knock at the door. Mammoth mentioned last night that he wanted to talk now that I was clear-headed, I just didn’t expect him to come this early.
“Come on in,” I shout out. “I’ll be out in a minute.” I add when I hear the door open and close again. When I don’t hear his heavy footsteps, I hesitate further.
“You need a hand with that?” I use the reflection in the mirror to see if it’s really her and not my mind still playing tricks on me before I turn to face her. Red hair loose and cascading around her shoulders, eyes sparkling like precious stones, lips framing her perfectly white teeth. She honors me with a heart-splintering smile, looking absolutely stunning and hot as Hades leaning seductively against the open-door frame.
“You’re so fucking pretty, the sight of you might throw me back into a catatonic state.” I take a step towards her with every intent of kissing the fuck out of her, but she places a hand on my bare chest, keeping me at arm’s length. She slips the cutthroat from my fingers, flips the lid down on the toilet and points to it.
“Sit,” she demands. I don’t argue, I slip my ass onto the top, not once breaking eye contact with her. She steps into the space between my open thighs and pushes back my head, ready to start. “I’ve kinda got used to the new rugged, unshaven, tattooed version of you. I’m not sure I want you to go back to how you were before.” She pouts her lips and tilts her head to one side as her eyes roam my face, taking in every inch. Her fingers run over my head, fingernails scratching my scalp just enough to light a fire within my belly. “This look is much more fitting for a badass biker dude.”
I snatch the razor from her hand, giving no fucks if I nick myself with the sharp edge, and toss it into the sink.
With my hands firmly on her hips, I pull her down to me, my mouth covering hers. I break just for a second. “Whatever you fucking want, you’ve got it.” She slides into my lap easily, and it feels like she’s made specifically for me. I quickly get back to devouring her mouth. My hands skim across her warm skin, up under the olive-green t-shirt she wears.
“Fuck…” I hiss out against her lips when, instead of finding another layer of clothing to breach, I touch the naked rounds of her breasts. “You want this?” I question, brushing my thumbs over the already hard nipples, hoping to God that it is and that I’m not going too fast for her. But when I’m met with a breathy yes, I grab the bottom of her top and pull it clear from her body. “Jesus, Scarlett, you’re fucking breathtaking.” I grab a washcloth and wipe some of the shaving foam from her cheeks where it’s transferred from me before swiping it over my own face. “Is this crazy?” I suddenly gush. “We’ve never actually fucked, yet I’m so stupidly in love with you that I know I don’t think I can live without you, Scarlett. I sure as hell don’t ever want to try.”
“Then don’t,” she cradles my head in her hands, brushing a gentle kiss across my lips. “I hate you,” she blusters. “Hate you for the time we lost, the time you stayed away when all I needed was the tiniest of contact with you. A call, a message, anything to stop my heart from hurting, but I forgive you.” Tears fall from her eyes and roll down her cheek. I lean forward and catch them on my tongue. “Don’t ever do that again, because I love you JB, and I don’t care what we have to do to make this happen, but I’m not letting you go, ever.”
I push up onto my feet, taking her with me, carrying her out of the bathroom and over to the bed. When her back hits the mattress, I’m right there over her, kissing her, caressing her cheek, soothing the remnants of her attack.
“Fuck me,” she whispers, tugging off the towel from my hips in one easy movement, tossing it to the floor. Her hand reaches out for my cock, which is standing proud, showing her exactly how hard and needy she makes me.
“Scarlett, are you sure you’re ready for this?”
“Yes. Yes,” she grips me harder. “I need you to touch me. To wipe away the memory of any other, so I have only you and you alone. Please, just fuck me.”
“Oh baby, I ain’t going to fuck you,” I place the palm of my hand flat on her stomach, slowly sliding it up between her tits, over her delicate neck until I’m cupping her chin. I lean in, my lips brushing hers as I speak. “I’m going to worship every inch of you, make you come so hard that you’ll be dizzy, then I promise to make love to you so that you understand you are mine, and mine alone.”
I kiss her tenderly, letting my tongue sweep against hers with so much heat and passion it has her back arching of the bed. Leaving her lips, I run the very tip of my tongue across the welt marks that still linger on her throat from the chains, before moving down to her tits. I give each nipple equal attention, nipping and sucking them into my mouth until her body starts to quiver with arousal.
“This is our true beginning baby; this is the start of us.” I kiss a trail further down her stomach, slowly pushing down the sweatpants she’s wearing, along with the black lace panties as I go, over her hips and down to her knees. When I get to kissing her pelvic bone, I use my feet to push the garments further down, and over her feet, letting them fall off the end of the bed. Tentatively, I slide my hands between her thighs, fearing that this may trigger her. But I need not have worried, because the caress by my hand, her legs open, welcoming me without hesitation. I can’t help but smile, and when I look at her face, she’s watching my every move, her eyes steeped with arousal, and lips parted as she rapidly intakes air.
“Don’t stop,” she pants out. “Just fuck me now.”
I shake my head, a mischievous smile on my lips as I drop my mouth to her glistening pussy. The palm of her hands slap against my head, her nails desperately trying to gain tenure, but it just makes me more determined to pleasure her. She comes, covering my face with her sweet nectar. I lap it up and give her zero time to catch a breath.
The noises that fall from her parted lips, when I suck on her clit after giving it lots of tongue action, is like a symphony of pleasure. She’s close. I can tell by the way her legs quiver. Doing this to her, is pushing me nearer to shooting my load that I’d have thought, but fuck, I can’t mess it up now.
I start with a single finger, working up to three, slowly stretching her wet, tight pussy so she’s ready for me. Her body starts to writhe across the sheets, her head moves from side to side, but I hold her down. Suddenly she sits up, throws a few ‘fucks’ my way before falling back to the bed when she peaks, hit with another powerful orgasm.
She looks so fucking sexy with her skin flushed pink, and her hair sticking to her sweaty face, eyes closed, lips parted, the rapid movement of her chest as she takes in air, trying to slow down her racing heart. God, come hell fire, death and damnation, she is going to be forever mine.
I lean over to the bedside drawer, reach inside, and snag a condom. I don’t waste time ripping the packet open and rolling the rubber onto my throbbing, needy cock.
I position myself between her thighs until my tip is touching the lips of her pussy. I bring up her knees, letting them fall outwards before taking my cock in hand and sweeping it over her swollen clit, coating it with her juices, and causing her to wriggle beneath me. I push a little closer until the round, swollen head breaches her entrance. I wish I could say that I went in slow, but the warm, tightness of her cunt is too much, and I push in to the hilt.
“Oh, fuck Scarlett.” I hold my position, not moving, just revelling in the sensation and utter euphoria I feel being inside her. It’s almost too much. I’m sure my head is about to explode from the pure pleasure consuming my whole being. “So, so, fucking… good.”
“J…, J…” she whispers on a breath. “Please.”
Once I start to move, I can’t stop, but I keep it slow and precise. All the way out, before pushing slowly back in. I promised to make love to her, and despite my wanting to surge forward and grasp my own release, a promise is a promise.
“Jesus, JB,” she pushes up onto her elbows and casts me a dangerous look. “Faster, harder. Make me fucking scream.”
“Whatever you want baby,” I snigger, thanking the Lord in my head because fuck, I’m so ready to spill my seed inside her warm, tight cunt. Not just today, but every fucking day until I take my last living breath.
I grasp hold of her ankle and rest it on my shoulder, opening her further, place a kiss to the inside of her leg, and on my next push in, I go deeper, hitting a spot that makes her eyes roll back into her head and purr like a pampered kitty-cat. I hammer into her hard. The head of the bed banging against the wall, the rhythm gaining speed rapidly, unable to hold back any longer.
“JB… ooh… J…J… ahhh.” She screams out as she comes hard. The inner walls of her sweet cunt pulsing around my cock. My balls tighten, one or two more thrust and I’m gone. Wave after wave of ecstasy roll over me, leaving me exhausted, heady and euphoric.
I fall to Scarlett’s side, instantly pulling her into my arms, and despite needing air in my lungs to clear my head, I take her mouth, kissing her like she is the air I need to live and breathe.
“I love you,” I whisper against her lips, unable to hide the emotion that is bursting through every pore of my skin. I even shed a tear or two, but quickly sweep them away.
“I love you, too,” she responds, her hand also coming to my face, making it known that she’s not oblivious to my show of emotion.
“You’re mine. You know that, don’t you. Whatever it takes.”
“On one condition,” Scarlett tilts her head to look me straight in the eye. “You understand that you’re mine, too. Only me.” A hard pat of her hand on my chest emphasizes her final words. I catch her hand, holding it securely to my chest.
“Only you,” I affirm and seal it with a long lingering kiss. I’m about to confirm it in other ways but as I go to move over her, there’s a loud knock at the door.