Chapter 10 #3
My thumb drags along her jaw, careful even though nothing inside me feels careful.
“I want to watch you fall apart under me while I give you something that stays. Something Johnny couldn’t touch.
Something no other guy after me could ever get close enough to ruin.
” My throat works around the rest, around the ugly truth sitting behind my teeth.
“I want to mark you so deep every man after me feels too fucking late.”
This time, she smiles.
Small, clearly tired, and a little broken at the edges, but real enough to fuck me up completely.
“Every man after you?” she asks, voice quiet.
My thumb stills against her jaw. “There won’t be one.”
Her smile fades, but she doesn’t pull away. “Jagger.”
“I know.” My voice drops, rough and low between us. “Possessive. Fucked up. Red flag. Whatever. I know.”
“Then why say it?”
“Because you asked for honest.”
For a second, all she does is look at me, breathing shallow, eyes moving over my face like she’s trying to find the lie and getting pissed off when she can’t.
Then her fingers curl around my wrist.
Not to pull me off.
To hold me there.
“Don’t make me regret this,” she whispers.
The words hit harder than they should. Harder than a fist. Harder than anything Johnny could put in front of me tonight.
“I won’t.”
Alice closes the last inch herself.
Her mouth touches mine, careful at first, almost testing, and I let her have it that way even though every violent thing in me wants to drag her in and prove she’s here.
With me.
Choosing me.
I keep my hand loose against her jaw, keep my body still in the cold water, and let her decide how much of me she wants.
Then she makes this small, frustrated sound against my mouth and kisses me harder.
That’s when I finally move.
The water shifts between us as I slide my hand into her wet hair and kiss her back, slow enough that she can stop me, deep enough that she knows I don’t want to.
Her hands find my shoulders, then my neck, and the whole room seems to blur at the edges until there’s nothing left but chlorine, cold water, her mouth, and the fucked-up little truth sitting in my chest.
I don’t know how to love anything without wanting to keep it.
But for her, I can try to keep my hands open.
Alice’s tongue slides against mine, taking the kiss deeper before I can even think about it. She grips the back of my neck and pulls me closer, her thighs tightening around my hips where we sit at the pool’s edge.
The water laps at our waists, cool against skin that’s burning hot.
She grips the back of my neck and pulls me closer, her legs tightening around my waist beneath the water as my back hits the pool wall.
The cold should calm me down.
It doesn’t.
Not with her wrapped around me, not with the heat of her pressed against me, not with her kissing me like she made the choice and wants me to feel every second of it.
She doesn’t wait. She reaches between us, wraps her fingers around my cock, and lines me up with her entrance.
"I’ve got you," I tell her, hands loose on her hips, letting her control everything. "I’m right here."
Alice sinks down onto me in one slow, deliberate motion.
The water makes everything slick and obscene, her pussy stretching around my cock as she takes me inch by inch. The Prince Albert piercing drags along her inner walls, the metal ball catching on every ridge inside her.
Fuck, she’s tight, hot, and gripping me so hard I have to lock my jaw to keep from thrusting up into her.
"Fuck," she gasps, nails digging into my shoulders. "You’re so fucking thick. That piercing... it’s hitting everywhere."
She starts to move, rising until just the head of my cock is inside her, then dropping back down hard. The water ripples around us with every thrust, and I feel every flutter of her walls, every desperate clench as she fucks herself on me.
The metal ball presses against her front wall with each downward stroke, and her pussy pulses around my cock, hot and dripping, and I can barely breathe from how good it feels.
She moans, rolling her hips in a slow circle that drags my cock against every sensitive spot inside her.
"God, Alice, you’re so fucking perfect. That piercing hitting you right where you need it?"
She rides me harder, water splashing between our bodies, and I keep my hands loose on her waist even though every instinct screams at me to grab her, to hold her down, to fuck up into her until she can’t fucking think straight.
I don’t.
I let her set the pace, let her use me exactly how she wants.
"I don’t know how to want you halfway," I tell her, the words torn out of me. "I want to mark you so deep nobody else can touch it. To fill you up until you’re carrying my seed, until everyone knows you chose this. Chose me."
Alice’s pussy clenches around me at the words, and she moans, riding me faster. "Then do it," she says, voice shaking.
Her walls grip me tighter, pulsing and squeezing as she gets closer.
I can feel every ripple, every desperate hungry clench as she fucks herself on my cock, using me to chase her orgasm.
The water carries away every sound we make, but I feel them in my chest, in the way my heart pounds against my ribs.
"Tell me to stop and I stop," I say again, needing to hear it, needing her to know I mean it. "You say no, I hear it."
"I’m not saying no," she gasps, slamming down harder. "I’m saying come inside me. I want to feel you lose it."
Her pussy contracts around me in rhythmic pulses, getting tighter and wetter with each stroke. I feel her orgasm building, feel her walls flutter and squeeze, and I hold on by a thread.
She cums with a broken moan, her pretty little body shaking, and her cunt gripping me so tight I see stars.
The Prince Albert piercing catches on her contracting walls as she pulses around me.
“Fuck,” I groan.
I follow her over the edge, my cock pulsing deep inside her as I fill her with my cum. The water carries it away, but the feeling stays, the knowledge that she took everything I gave her and asked for more.
After, the pool room feels even quieter.