Chapter Twenty-Two
Jonas.
“Baby, holy shit, wait baby. Oh, fuck you’re gonna make me come and my pants aren’t even off yet. Oh, fuck it. Find it, baby, God yes, put those pretty titties in my face. Fuck. Fuck .”
God she smells so fucking good. One hand is on the headrest behind me, the other holding onto the back of my head pushing me to suck her gorgeous pink nipples while I hold her hips.
The silk under my fingertips nowhere near the softness of her skin.
She’s dry humping the fuck out of me, the taste of wine still on her tongue, and I’m so fucking dizzy.
My dick is so fucking hard under her and every time she slips right over the head of my dick, so much pressure I’m close to coming.
I try to think of anything but the heat of her pussy through my slacks – like the conversation she had with Sabrina that I may or may not have eavesdropped on accidentally when I was packing up our shit.
“Jonas.” She moans my name when I bite on her nipple, so I do it again.
“Baby, please, I want to fuck you. I want to feel you choke my dick. I want you to feel me come for you.” I groan.
I’m amazed Maverick or Damon haven’t said anything since they’re both sitting up front but I’d tell them to shut the fuck up anyway.
God my baby is frantic. I know killing doesn’t exhilarate her.
I know she’s merely celebrating this is all over now.
“Raven baby…” I use the voice she can’t resist.
She slows down, her face flushed and so cute.
“Who gave her the extra glass of wine?” Damon asks. “She can only have one with her meds.”
I keep sucking Raven’s nipples, getting them super slippery with my spit, while I reach between us, going through the folds her dress created, pleased to find her wet and naked underneath.
“Baby… you’re not wearing panties? If I would have known you needed my dick this bad I would’ve fucked you at the party.
” I pull the zipper of my trousers down and tug out my cock, helping her settle over me and we both groan when I feel how hot and wet she is, slipping inside so fucking easily because of it.
My eyes cross but I sit back on the seat, slouching a little so she can ride me better.
“That’s my girl. My sick little slut couldn’t even wait to get to the cabin, could you, baby? ”
She shakes her head, putting her hands on my chest and then up to my throat. “Need you.”
I pinch her nipples roughly, twisting them but deciding to let her take the reins tonight, watching her use me.
“Take it, baby. Fuck my cock like you own it. Play with your pretty little clit.” I groan when she reaches down and obeys and when she clenches around my length it takes everything in me not to buck up.
But I want her to “use me, Raven. Fucking own my dick. It’s all yours baby.
Take it. Fuck me harder, pretty girl.” My balls draw up and I practically whimper when her head falls back.
So fucking pretty like this. I wish I could feel her hair brushing the skin of my thighs.
Her little gasps while she rises and falls, each bounce of her tits fucking heavenly. She moans my name, one hand coming to meet mine on her tits, pinching her nipple between her fingers. God, she should be wearing a tiara right now.
“My dick feel good baby?”
“Yes!” She cries out, squeezing around me.
“You want to me to come in your little cunt? Hmm? Is that what you need? ”
She nods, pushing her titty up and sucking on her finger.
What a fucking goddess. She grinds harder, rubbing her clit faster whimpering with every rise and fall.
I wish there was a mirror so I could watch her use me like this.
I love watching her pussy stretch and grip my dick in every position, love watching her flesh recoil and bounce back to meet me over and over again. It drives me fucking crazy.
“Such a pretty girl. Come for me, baby. I’m so close. Kiss me.”
And she does.
Her lips land on mine, tongue shoving into my mouth, it’s sloppy, borderline animalistic and so fucking good white sparks dance behind my eyelids.
She flutters around me, spasming. And then she does the sweetest fucking thing ever, she makes the I Love You sign with her hand and presses it on my chest between us, so she doesn’t break away from our kiss.
I’m so fucking gone. Toes curling in my shoes, I throw my arms around her to clutch her closer to me, feeling that I Love You sign like a brand on my skin, and God, I fucking want that feeling forever.
“Don’t fucking stop. I’m gonna… oh fuck, don’t stop, baby. Oh god, yes, yes, yes!”
She squeals my name when I shove up into her, every flutter of her pussy milks me fucking dry and I sit back, holding her, feeling the aftershocks of one of the most powerful orgasms I’ve ever had.
It’s so hot when she wants me. When she initiates sex I feel so fucking desired it’s an instant hair trigger to my balls.
She winds down, kissing my lips, my cheeks, my temples, my neck but instead of getting off me, my girl keeps her arms around me, nuzzling into the dip between my neck and shoulder, humming then sighing happily.
I open my eyes to see Damon peering at us through the rearview mirror and Maverick smirking, although he looks jealous as fuck. He could’ve been back here, but he decided to let me ride with her instead.
Dumbass.
I run my hands on the small of her back, feeling her breath even out .
“She asleep?” Maverick asks.
“Yeah. Did the dog sitter text back?”
“Everything is great.” He replies, flashing me a picture of Kronos and Luci in bedazzled Santa hats.
“Good,” I reply, my eyes closing. “How much longer till we reach Vermont?”
“We just passed the New Hampshire state line so a few more hours. Thank you for getting the snow chains installed, Maverick.” Damon thanks.
Maverick grunts and since I’m almost fluent in Maverickese , I’m pretty sure it means ‘you’re welcome.’
“Hey, how do you stay hard inside her all night?” I ask, feeling my gummy dick trying to slip out.
“Practice.” Both older men reply, looking at each other and then chuckling.
Dicks.
“No, I’m serious, I want to do it. At least until we get to the cabin or have to stop for gas. The last thing I need is for my mom to see me hard in my future wife.”
“Seeing as it’s your turn to drive next, I wouldn’t worry about it.” Damon shrugs.
“I… don’t want to drive,” I say, not wanting to be away from Raven. “It’s uh… scary.”
“You said you’d take the second stretch.”
“I have nighttime blindness.” I lie.
Maverick snickers in the passenger seat.
“Jonas.”
“Yes, daddy Damon?”
“Jonas.” He warns.
“Okay fine. But you have to tell me how you do it.”
“Touch her.”
“I am.”
“No I mean, keep touching her. Your favorite parts. For me, it’s the meat on her thighs-“
“Hips for me.” Maverick interrupts .
“Smell her. Every time you start slipping out, touch her. Feel her under your fingertips, remember how good she feels coming around you. But don’t fuck her. Just… stay hard.”
“ Don’t fuck her?”
“Nope.” He replies, popping the P.
“That’s crazy,” I reply, looking out at the snow falling in fat, beautiful flakes, but I do what they say, touch her everywhere because I love all of her, lazily circling the hardening nipple with my thumb, and soon enough, I’m hard again, and happy because she feels me filling her up in her sleep and I hope I’m giving her nothing but good dreams.
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We reach my family’s cabin before seven, Raven still sleeping on Damon’s dick, Maverick driving, and me in the back passenger seat, fuming because Damon kept her all night. (Three hours but still.)
Maverick whistles lowly when we arrive, looking up at the cabin. “This is not a cabin,” he murmurs.
Technically, he’s right. It’s a lodge. Big enough for twenty people.
Okay, it’s like a mini mansion. But it’s made out of huge logs and has that rustic vibe with enormous pine trees all around.
There are huge windows so you can watch the wildlife and overall, it’s one of my favorite places to be.
My parents usually rent it out during the holidays but I’m glad they didn’t this year.
Damon withdraws from Raven and wakes her up with kisses.
My mood sours until she opens her pretty eyes and reaches over to kiss me good morning. Her hair is a mess, but she looks like she slept well. Damon reaches behind us to her small purple bag in the back and pulls it forward, opening the knapsack, and starts pulling out clothes for her.
“Here, Little Bird. Let’s get you comfortable and warm, okay? It’s colder here than at home and I don’t need you getting sick. ”
“Okay,” she hums happily but not before nestling into his neck again and it makes Damon so happy, he can’t help but smile.
She lets me unclip the crystals in the halter part of her dress and she slips out of it, completely nude and I look over at Damon. “Did you pack me one of those?”
“Blue bag. Grab Mav’s. It’s the green one. Mine’s the red.”
I lean over, pulling all the bags forward and handing them out. I open it, happy to find my thermals, sweats, the beanie Raven got me, and thick wool socks.
“Your boots are in the back, too.”
“Thanks, Daddy.”
“Your throat, my punch, Jonas.”
“Geez, fucking hostile even when you slept with your dick inside of Raven for six hours,” I mutter under my breath.
I feel a thumb and a finger under my chin as Damon gets me to look at him, gunmetal eyes smokey.
“When and if you ever call me Daddy, it’s because my dick has been so far down your throat, and I’ve fucked you every which way to Sunday you can’t remember my name, much less yours .
” He growls, letting go of my chin to focus back on dressing our girl.
Holy fuck.
I gulp, my heart stammering in my chest, blood flowing a little too quick down to my dick and back up. What the fuck? “So only Raven can call you daddy.”
She smiles at me and then turns to him. “Daddy.”
“Yes, Little Bird?” He smirks.