Chapter 7
Chapter Seven
Taylor
“Your jealousy becomes you, brother.” I grin, feeling confident in my assessment.
“I am not jealous,” he snaps, and I hear Johnny laugh, still standing in the kitchen.
“See, even your psychology professor brother knows what you’re failing to admit to yourself.” I push back, grinding myself on his knee, feeling the hum between my legs. “You want me, and you’re pissed I invited your team, and not you.”
“I wouldn’t have let them touch you if you had invited me.” He moves his face closer.
“Why not? College is about having fun, exploring yourself, finding the fun in the world before you have to dive into the never-ending life that adulthood brings.”
“Because there’s no telling where the fuck you’ve been. You could be riddled with disease, or could’ve trapped one of them and gotten pregnant last night.” He says the same hateful things Cameron said, and it sets me off.
I shove at his chest. “Fuck you!” He doesn’t budge, the fucking muscled prick.
I shove harder, using the door behind me as leverage.
“I know what I like. I love being taken, having a man please me using whatever darker secrets he holds onto. I fuck with no strings, I take what they give, and I enjoy it. There’s no shame in that.
” I sweep a foot behind his, and push again, this time knocking him off balance and we fall to the floor, with me straddling him.
When I move to hold him down, I feel his erection against my covered pussy.
“You think that only guys get the choice to be free to fuck how and when they want?” I ask.
“Do you think only men are aloud to be kinky freaks who love to fuck? I love the feeling of when a man loses control inside of me, how they let go and are free to be themselves. Hell, most men would pay for a completely judgement-free fuck-fest, but I’m not a paid whore.
I don’t prostitute myself out.” I grind my hips against him, and I swear he lets out a moan.
“When I tell you, ‘I take one for the team,’ it’s not a burden or a hardship.
I take one for the team because I enjoy it.
I want a man to try and ruin me. I’ve yet to find a man’s kink worse than mine.
” I lean down to whisper the next part in his ear.
“You want control in all things, but I think secretly, you want to be controlled. Is that what you need, Dean? You need me to take your control away, and make you beg me for release?” I pull his earlobe into my mouth, nibbling on it.
“Do you want me to tie you down, and push you to the edge?”
When I sit back up, one hand on either side of his head, I see that look in his eye, the kind a man can’t hide. The need written all over his face. “When was the last time you had sex?”
“I doubt he’s ever had sex,” Johnny laughs. “The asshole has only ever had one goal in mind: the NFL. He practices non-stop.” I turn to look at Johnny, who’s leaning against the counter, watching this whole thing unfold.
“I heard the rumors at school that he’s a manwhore,” I quip, remembering what I said in his class.
“Those are easily started,” Johnny nods, and raises his mug to his lips.
“A virgin? At twenty-three?” I turn to look back down at Dean.
“I’m not a virgin,” he states angrily, bucking his hips and flipping me over so he’s pinning me to the ground, “And I’m not–”
“Just fuck her, already. Either get it out of your system, or leave her alone. She’s not someone you can play with.” Johnny comes to my defense.
“You know my rules, brother.”
“Rules?” I look between the brothers while I’m laid out on the floor, with Dean between my legs.
“He won’t fuck anyone alone. To make sure that someone doesn’t try to trap him, and ruin his NFL plans.”
“And that means…?” I ask, looking back at Dean, who just smiles.
“It means he won’t fuck anyone, without me with him,” Johnny sighs.
“Which means you know he’s not a virgin, so why would you say that?” I ask as Dean climbs off me.
“To get a rise out of him. It’s been so long since he’s had sex, I was starting to think he forgot that he has a dick.” Johnny stands up as Dean helps me off the floor.
“So…” Suddenly the room is too quiet, and I feel awkward as fuck. “I should go.” I clear my throat, stepping around Dean, who stands there like a statue.
I make it two steps before he’s reaching for me, stopping me from leaving. “Either let her go, or don’t, but stop playing games with her.” Johnny moves towards me, his beautiful eyes looking down at me. “I can’t risk my job if you’re not serious about it, Dean.” Johnny’s thumb traces my bottom lip.
Dean exhales, and I feel the tension in the room explode around us when I’m spun around, slamming into the front of Dean’s chest. “We don’t share,” Dean breathes, his lips less than an inch from mine. “If we do this, you don’t get to play with others. If you need release, you tell us.”
I look up at him through my lashes. “You can’t tell me who I can be with.” He slides his fingers through my hair at the base of my skull, sliding them up, and then he pulls my head back, exposing my neck to him, and I’m looking at Johnny, who is just smiling.
“I hate that they’ve all had you,” Dean breathes, his teeth skating across my skin.
“That they know what you feel like, taste like, what you sound like when you orgasm.” The heat of his lips send a shiver through my body as he bites, licks, and kisses my neck.
Johnny reaches around my body and squeezes my breasts.
“Get her out of these clothes.” Dean’s words are breathy and strained, like he’s barely hanging on.
Johnny pulls my shirt off as Dean steps back.
“What will our parents say?” I breathe out, and moan as Dean’s hands cup my breasts. “What would the NFL say?” My chest rises and falls quickly when Dean grabs the waistband of the shorts I’m wearing, pushes them to the floor, and drops to his knees.
“Fuck all of them.” He lifts my leg, hooking it over his shoulder, and buries his face between my legs, his hot, wet tongue pressing flat against my clit as he tastes me.
“Shit.” Johnny holds me upright as Dean lifts my other leg, and eats my pussy like it’s his last fucking meal, devouring me until I’m screaming out, and my entire body shakes, begging for release.
“Cum for him,” Johnny whispers against my cheek. “Let him hear what he’s doing to you.”
Johnny’s words send me over the edge and I let go, completely. The white lightning flashing behind my closed eyes, my core clenching, body shaking as I chase his tongue with my pussy like a bitch in heat, needing more. “Fuuu–” I cry out, my entire being feeling like it’s on fire.
When my orgasm begins to fade, Dean releases my legs, and Johnny sweeps me up into his arms. My skin is sensitive to the touch, and when I open my eyes, I see Dean, wiping his lips with the bottom of his shirt.
He takes the two steps towards me, and my breath catches at the look of need in his eyes.