Chapter Eighteen
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Devon
My heart was racing as Jonny stared at me and I could practically taste the tension in the air. I was frozen in place and the temptation to drop my towel and melt into his lap was almost overwhelming.
I wasn’t sure if it was good or bad luck that the moment was ruined by Mason and West walking up to us as West complained about finding wig hair in his ass crack and Mason countered with getting rhinestones stuck to his leg hair.
Jonny turned back to his clothes and slowly started to dress as I fumbled my T-shirt at least twice. “Hey, Mason. I’m gonna go to Dev’s place tonight, so you can lock up without me.”
“All right,” he said, looking between us. “You two have fun.” He paused for a second and frowned. “Mate, do you at least have some clean pants and a toothbrush with you? ’Cos I am not sitting next to you tomorrow if you have rank breath and two-day-old pants on that you’ve turned inside out.”
“Yeah, I grabbed some on Sunday before I left. I’m not an animal.”
“Good,” Mason said. “Have fun then. And maybe don’t maul Devon again.”
“No promises,” Jonny said with a smirk as he reached for his hoodie, heat dancing in his eyes as they met mine.
Mason chuckled and shook his head, muttering something fondly under his breath. He and West finished getting dressed, grabbing their bags before heading out. It sounded like they were both eager to get home, and I assumed Mason and Ryan would be happy to take advantage of having their house to themselves since Jonny was with me.
The rest of the team was filtering out in twos and threes, talking about their plans for the evening and what they were going to have for dinner. I had no idea what Jonny and I were going to have, but that was a problem for much later.
We were the only ones left in the changing room now as I slid my trainers on, my fingers stumbling over the laces like I’d never tied them before. “Want to get out of here?” I asked as I finally stood up. Jonny’s eyes were glued to me and it felt like I was being watched by something hungry. My heart sped up a notch as my stomach did a little kick-flip.
Jonny stood and wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me sharply against him. “We could, or I could show you who you belong to right here?”
“H-Here?”
“Why not? There’s nobody else around.”
“What if someone catches us?” I asked, my face flushing. “Clive will have our fucking heads.”
Jonny’s fingers slid around my wrist as he brushed his lips teasingly against mine. “Then we’ll find somewhere with a locked door.”
I moaned softly. “Are you sure?”
“About finding a room with a locked door? Yes. I want you, Devon. I can’t wait until we get home,” he said in a low voice. He tilted his head to the side and narrowed his gaze. “Unless you don’t want to. If it makes you—”
“No,” I said quickly. As nervous as I was about getting caught, I needed this so much. Knowing how much Jonny craved me, like I was everything to him and more, was fucking intoxicating. And I needed him to possess me. “As long as the door locks… and we’re not too loud. I think I’m more worried about things getting leaked, y’know, pictures and stuff, but I can’t see anyone here doing that.”
“No, we’d just get a bollocking.” He stepped back and grinned, his hand still around my wrist. “Come with me. I want to play with you.”
I moaned and stumbled forward, my feet catching me before I fell to my knees in front of him on the cold, hard floor. I hoped I’d never get used to the fact he wanted me.
I’d be his toy whenever he asked because the thought of it made my head spin with delight. The idea of being used… played with… maybe even degraded… Fuck, it was so fucking warm in here I was getting dizzy.
“Careful,” he said, catching me against his chest. “You don’t want to hurt yourself.”
I nodded. “Yeah… don’t want that.”
He kissed me again, leaving me utterly breathless before he stepped away to pull me towards the toilets at the back of the changing room. The door clattered shut behind us and he tugged me towards one of the stalls. They were quite narrow, though, and I didn’t think we’d both fit without one of us ending up in the toilet.
Then I caught sight of the pair of us in the long mirror over the sinks…
“Wait,” I said, planting my feet so he’d stop moving. I glanced over my shoulder. The door was closed and we’d be able to hear if anyone came into the changing room… “Here.”
“Are you sure? I don’t know if that door locks.”
“Here,” I said with a demanding growl as I reached out for him, tugging him into my grasp and sliding my other hand into his hair as I pulled him into a filthy kiss. “I want you to fuck me in front of the mirror, watch my face as you make me come. Then every time you’re in here, you’ll remember my face in the mirror and know that you did that to me.”
“Fuck, angel,” he said with a groan as he returned the kiss, biting my lip and pushing his tongue hungrily into my mouth. “Fucking beautiful for me. Gonna show you just how beautiful.” His hand slipped under my hoodie as he backed me up against the counter, his fingers dipping into my waistband as he kissed down my neck, his teeth scraping over my pulse and drawing another moan from my lips.
Shit, I needed to be quiet or someone would hear me.
But the things Jonny was making me feel made it impossible to think about controlling myself.
“You… fuck, you have to help me be quiet,” I said, tipping my head back and groaning as he sucked the sensitive skin above my collarbone.
He chuckled into my neck and licked a stripe across the skin. “Yeah, doll? Want me to gag you?”
“F-Fuck, yes!”
Jonny took half a step back and put a hand on my hip, spinning me effortlessly round and pushing me against the counter. I arched my back and stuck my ass out as he grabbed the waistband of my joggers and tugged them down harshly, taking my boxers with them and letting them fall around my knees. “Spread those gorgeous legs for me, doll. Push that pretty ass out for me while I get your gag.”
He moved away from me and I twisted my head round to watch him, biting my lip to stop myself from whining at the loss of contact. Jonny was smirking, his eyes roaming over me. “Wait here,” he said. “And stay like that. I’ll be two seconds.”
“W-What are you—”
“I’m going to get you a gag.” He winked before he turned on his heel and disappeared back into the changing room. I relaxed slightly, my stomach turning as I wondered what he was doing. But I didn’t have time to doubt him because he was back before my brain had time to worry. A little gasp caught in my throat as I pushed my ass out again, not wanting to disobey him and be caught slacking.
Jonny strode back in and closed the gap between us, something clutched in his fingers. And as he lifted his hand to my face, I knew exactly what it was. “Open wide for me,” he said in a soft, commanding tone I obeyed without thought. My mouth fell open as Jonny pushed his sweaty training boxers between my lips, filling my mouth with musky, damp fabric. The taste and smell of him drenched my senses, making me groan and melt further onto the counter. It was so overwhelming it threatened to drown me, but fuck, I’d be happy to let myself be dragged under.
And when I looked at myself in the mirror, all I could see was a desperate, debauched mess waiting to be used. It was the hottest thing I’d ever seen and it was only going to get better from here.
“Fuck, doll, that’s a pretty sight,” he said, leaning in close to growl the words against my ear as his hand ran across my ass, grabbing the firm muscle and squeezing it. “Look at yourself. You look good like this.” He nipped at the sensitive skin below my ear, drawing a muffled groan from my lips. “You look like mine.”
I tried to groan again, but the sound got lost in the fabric and every time I breathed, I slipped further and further under his spell. I’d never forget how he smelt, how he tasted… It was everything I’d ever wanted and more. Next time, though, I wanted to bury my face in his crotch and worship him, lick his sweat off his skin and flood my senses until I didn’t know where I ended and he began.
I heard the tug of fabric as Jonny pulled down his own joggers, and I moaned when he moved behind me, blanketing me with his body. His thick, hard cock rubbed along my ass and I’d been fucking right about just how big it was. He spat into his hand and slid his arm between us, adjusting himself so his cock ran along my taint, bumping the back of my balls.
“Squeeze those thighs together for me, angel,” he said, putting his other hand on my hip and digging his fingers into my skin. “Make them nice and tight so I can fuck them.”
Another groan slipped from my lips as I shuffled my legs together, squeezing his shaft as tightly as I could, forever grateful for the amount of work I’d put into my legs when Jonny let out a rumbling moan and sucked another mark into my neck, my eyes fixed on the sight of us in the mirror. “Fuck, that’s it. Feel so fucking good, Dev.” He growled as he began to rock his hips, dragging his cock along the inside of my thighs and fucking back into the tight channel I’d created. “Next time I’m gonna make sure we have a bed. Then I can bend you in half and fill you up, watch you make a mess for me. Mmm, I want to eat that pretty ass too. Fucking devour you until you’re coming dry for me, so wrung out that you’re begging me to stop. Then I’ll make you give me one more.”
Fucking hell. Who the fuck was this man?
I’d known Jonny knew me well, but the way he peered into my thoughts and pulled out my deepest, filthiest fantasies was a whole new level of intimacy. One which I’d never even dreamed about.
An endless stream of moans poured from my throat to be swallowed up by his boxers, the material now soaked from my spit as well as his sweat. My cock bounced with every slap of his hips against my ass, precum dripping onto the floor. With each hard thrust, Jonny’s thick shaft rubbed against my taint, tormenting the end of the bundle of nerves hidden there. It wasn’t enough to make me come, but it was enough to drive me wild, desperate for more. But with the gag, I couldn’t even beg.
“J-Jonny,” I cried into his boxers, my hands grasping the edge of the counter so tightly my knuckles hurt. I needed more, but selfishly I wanted him to make me come. I didn’t want to do it myself.
“Need a hand, doll? Want me to make you come?” Jonny asked in that perfect low rumble which went straight to my core, making my cock pulse. I nodded, whining into the gag and pushing back against him, hoping it would show him how much I needed him.
His hand slid around my waist, burning into my skin as it snaked across my abdomen. I groaned as he wrapped his fingers around my shaft, his thumb sliding across the head to smear precum across his fingers. “Fuck, Dev. Your cock feels so good in my hand. Mmm, fucking dripping for me, aren’t you? Making such a mess. Keep those legs nice and tight. Keep fucking squeezing me.”
My head tipped back, resting on his shoulder as he began jerking me hard and fast, and I focused all my thoughts on keeping my thighs together but fuck, it was hard. The slick sound of skin on skin filled my ears as overwhelming pleasure thrummed through my muscles, white-hot and utterly intoxicating. Jonny’s other hand was holding me close against him as he fucked my thighs, his cock hot and hard against my skin.
I was completely and utterly enveloped, every sense beholden to him. All I could do was let go and fall, giving myself over completely to Jonny the way I’d always wanted.
So I did.
My body tensed in his arms and I cried out in filthy ecstasy as my orgasm swept through me, cum painting his fingers and the floor as my cock pulsed in his hand. Jonny groaned, whispering delighted, awestruck words into my ear in that decadent rumble that drew my pleasure out. He was still fucking my thighs, slamming into me, each thrust punctuated by hungry words telling me how perfect I was, how pretty I was, how he loved watching me make a mess for him.
How much he wanted to make a mess of me too.
His fingers dug deeper into my waist, so tight I wondered if they’d bruise as he nipped my ear, the pace of his thrusts faltering as he chased his release. And with a final brutal slam of his hips he came, growling out my name and slicking my inner thighs with his release, his breath coming in deep pants that echoed around the empty room.
I lifted my head and looked at the pair of us in the mirror, which I’d almost completely forgotten about. If I’d thought I looked debauched before, it was nothing compared to now. I almost wanted to take a photo.
“Let me take those,” Jonny said as he gently pulled his boxers out of my mouth, wiping the cum on his hand across the wet fabric. “How’s your jaw? Sore?”
“Not really,” I said, wiggling my jaw to see how it felt as Jonny slowly released me and bent down to clean his cum from my thighs using his wet, stained boxers. “I probably need another shower.” I spread my legs a little wider as he carefully wiped them and bent down to clean the rest off of the floor. “That was amazing, though.”
“Good, I’m glad you liked it.” He stood up and leant in for a kiss, teasing my lips softly. “I like making you come for me.” I groaned under my breath, my fingers finding his hair and sinking into it but he pulled away before I could get more of what I wanted. “Later, angel. Let’s get out of here first before Clive finds us and we have to explain what we were doing.”
I snorted and stole another kiss. “You’re coming back to mine, right?”
Jonny smiled and kissed me again. “Wasn’t planning on going anywhere else.”