Chapter Twenty-Seven #2
I nod when he nips at my chin.
“I’m so fucked for you baby. So stop overthinking it, okay?
Let me love you. Let me be good to you. You’ll probably do a lot of terrible shit and to be by your side, so will I.
But if you’re going to drown the world, then I’ll be on the boat with you.
Get that through that thick, luscious hair of yours,” he wraps my hair around his fist and yanks it back roughly to kiss the column of my throat, “and listen to me when I say, there is no getting rid of me. Any little bad thought you have of being too much for me or leaving me, I’ll incinerate every single one.
It’s us against them and they’re already losing, baby. ”
And then he attacks. His lips, his tongue, his teeth, he pulls me up only slightly to unfasten his pants and pull out his dick then pulls my panties to the side.
I rub him on me, coating him in my arousal and then slide down his length.
The groan I let out is carnal. I feel so fucking full of him, the way he stretches me always hurts but in the best ways possible.
Our eyes open and clash, it’s a flood of emotions that happens when we’re joined.
He lifts one of my breasts to attack my nipple, and his eyes are open but behind me .
I look back to see what he’s seeing, having forgotten all about the mirror. What a conniving madman, this one.
“Look at you baby,” he lifts my skirt and bunches it up, twisting it in his hand. The sight of me impaled on him, shirtless, my breast in his mouth, my skirt bunched up in his hand, the other holding my ass open, his autumnal eyes lock with mine and he grins. “Do you see it now?”
I nod, planting my booted toes on the floor and lean forward, putting more of my weight on him. Jonas groans a resounding “Fuck yessss.” I grab my other cheek and we watch as I impale myself on him, over and over, the sight so fucking hypnotizing.
“Watch baby, look. Look at all that cream on my dick. It feels good doesn’t it? I do that to you?”
“Ugh, yes.”
“Watch.” His hand leaves my ass and he takes a nipple back into his mouth, flicking, licking, teasing, sucking, biting and the desire, the pleasure deepens, the warmth between my thighs feels as though its pooling, a liquid heat where we’re joined. “So fucking responsive.” He whispers.
I watch as more of my juices accumulate and something inside me snaps, the need to feel him cum inside of me and so I can watch it leak out around us so intense I feel fucking feral.
I tighten my hold around his shoulders, only for my hand to slip down and grab his throat, squeezing the sides, staring at the way my body takes him, owns him, bucking my hips, each jiggle, the sweat on my body, the contrast of his large tan hand against the light of mine, the veins in his hand and forearm where he grips, strong and firm, not letting go once, only holding me tighter, closer.
“Oh fuck baby, yes, just like that.” He grunts.
My clit rubs against his pubic bone, swollen and needy, pulsing at each touch of contact I make and I seek it, using him, his perfect fucking body that was made for me to worship, to use, to love.
“Don’t fucking stop, I’m so fucking close. Use me baby, fuck my dick. That’s it – oh God.”
I feel his cock thicken, watch as his balls tighten. His fingers dig into my skin, my pants, his moans, his scent, his praise. It’s so much .
But then, something seems to snap inside of him, too.
He shoves his forearms under my legs and he carries me like I weigh nothing and we’re against the wall.
He pounds into me in short, angry stabs, the angle so much deeper, his grunting filling the silence with each brutal thrust and I buck my hips, meeting him. I come apart with a scream. “Jonas!”
He roars my name with a shudder as he shoves each impressive thick, throbbing inch of his cock into me and groans, “That’s my fucking girl, strangle my cock baby,” as I milk every ounce imaginable from him as he stills and I can feel every shot he shoots into me as I rock on him lazily.
He stumbles back, pants still around his ankles until we’re on the bed. We’re both breathless as he lies back, taking me with him. “Give me a sec.” he mutters. “My hearts beating so fast.”
I giggle and kiss him.
“Fuck baby,” Jonas wraps me in his arms. “Do that again.”
“Hmm?”
“Laugh for me.”
I shake my head.
“No?”
“No.”
This time, it’s a different attack. Jonas breaks his embrace, without withdrawing from me and begins to tickle me in ways I haven’t been tickled in years and in my stifled laughter, I panic, letting out something like a snort and a hiccup.
It is the most atrocious sound I have ever made.
He stops and looks at me, bewilderment in his eyes.
There’s something of a devious smile on his face but his eyes, those eyes the color of leaves with splashes of caramel and sun drops are so serious they command my attention.
“I’m going to marry you, one day, you know that? Mark my words. You will be my wife.”
The words are too much. They’re so much my entire heart bursts. I can’t help but nod as tears well in my eyes, never spilling. “Yes,” is all I say, promising him I will be.
The devastating grin that spreads across his face is so beautiful it hurts .
We make love for the first time, saying goodbye to my dorm room, soft and tender with promising kisses that mean more than words can ever say and it ends feverishly and brutal.
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Damon is in the kitchen when we return, we put our things in our respective guest rooms as the smell of salmon, bits of bacon and something else I can’t quite place fills the air.
His brown and silvered hair is in disarray, he wears an apron, the sleeves of his dark Henley are rolled up and he calls out to us, smiling at me.
He gives me a kiss and puts me to work, washing dishes and the scent of lemon hits my nostrils as he makes Jonas slice them for garnish.
My handsome doctor looks so in his element, I love it.
He puts the seasoned vegetables in the oven with slices of lemon and then turns to us, leaning against the island. He puts his palms on the edge. Jonas grabs an apple and then hands me one after washing and slicing them. “What?” Jonas says around the apple.
“I think you should both know I purchased a home.”
Our jaws drop. “Call my fucking flabbers ghasted because we were only gone for two hours.” Jonas says.
Damon shakes his head. “It’s more of a failsafe.”
“Why?”
Damon looks at me. “Do you fully trust him?”
I know he’s talking about Maverick. I should. We shared something unique this morning but it was sex. Sex isn’t exactly a soul binder. I shrug and then shake my head. I’m not sure . I sign.
“And that’s exactly the reason why I purchased it. It’s fully furnished. The basement, too. It’s five miles away and closer to the school. I pick up the keys on Monday. I’ll make you both copies and give you the codes to the alarms.”
“Where did you find this house in such a short amount of time?”
Damon sighs. “I’ve been looking at it for a while if I’m honest. Nothing against RMU or its faculty but it would be nice not smelling what everyone else is cooking or hearing them fuck through the walls. ”
Jonas lets out a laugh. “Oh my god, who’s fucking?”
“They all are.” Damon grumbles.
“It’s Miss Overly isn’t it? She gives off huge secret slut vibes.”
I can’t help the laugh that escapes me. Damon kisses my cheek and chuckles. “Yes, she is definitely… promiscuous , which is her right as a single woman.”
I tilt my head. I have to ask because since I had this talk with Jonas, it only seems fair I have it with him, too. Does this not bother you? I ask, pointing to them and then the rest of the house, indicating Maverick.
Damon looks at me curiously then lifts me so I can sit on the island.
“At times, Amourette, but I know you could never choose and I won’t make you.
Besides, they help me watch over you, which is more than I can ask of them.
I think we’re all obsessed with you, obviously.
But we each love you in the different ways you need to be loved, just the way you love us. It’s reciprocated.”
“F-f- mmm…” I try to get a hold of the word on the tip of my tongue. “Family.”
Damon grins and kisses me. “Exactly, Amourette. We’re your family.”
I’m about to sign and tell them about dancing at Inferno for intel, to be able to get closer to the members of the Syndicate that gather there to network and…
whatever else people at Inferno do, but we hear the garage door opening then closing.
Maverick comes in, strides so long he’s practically running to me, stepping between my thighs, taking me into his arms and kisses me openly.
The kiss is possessive, claiming and chaotic as it is tender.
My blood feels like it's boiling with every swipe of his tongue that’s exploring, tasting me.
“I thought of doing that all fucking day, I couldn’t wait to get home to you.
” he says, putting his face in the crooked of my neck, inhaling deeply.
He licks my neck, sucking little bits here and there, marking me and does the same to the other side.
“You smell so fucking good.” He growls, pushing my thighs open further and like a natural response, I begin to get wet for him, his woodsy scent, the natural musk of him mixed with his cologne makes me dizzy.
My reaction to Maverick is always so visceral. My entire body craves him. His touch. His scent. His kiss. I gasp when he hooks his hands under my knees and pulls me closer, like he can’t get me close enough. My nipples harden and I get wetter.