50. June
JUNE
“Hey, how was your—” Ford slams his mouth against mine, kissing the crap out of me as soon as he steps into my apartment.
My body freezes on instinct, too stunned to piece together exactly what’s happening.
His grip tightens on my hips, and I kiss him back, opening my mouth and letting him take what he needs.
Whoa, there.
Ripping his mouth from my lips, he presses his forehead to mine and mutters, “Fuck.”
“You good?” I ask with a quiet laugh.
“Not even close.” His hands glide to the hem of my top. “Tell me Vi’s not home.”
“She just left to stay with Jagger.”
Ripping the top from me, he tosses it over his shoulder, and I push my messy hair away from my face while attempting to catch up to the sudden turn of events. One minute I’m watching a movie, and the next? Hello, horn dog.
Ford’s hands go back to my waist as he kisses along my jaw like a starving man.
“I take it you missed me?” I tease.
“Need you.”
With a smile, I tilt my head to one side so he can nibble on the edge of my neck. The man’s acting like he hasn’t had me in months. Not that I’m complaining. I actually love the way he loves me. Like it’s all-consuming or something.
“You’re mine,” he growls.
“Yes, I think we’ve both agreed I’m yours.
” I touch the edge of his jawline and guide his mouth back to mine, kissing him slower.
Softer. It’s not that I’m against a solid, animalistic, I-need-to-get-off-as-soon-as-possible interaction, but considering the fact that he was with his brothers before this, I’m a lot confused and a little worried.
I pull away slightly, letting my focus bounce from his lips to his eyes and back again. “You okay?”
Nostrils flaring, he nods.
“You sure?” I push.
“What do you say we fuck first, talk after?” he challenges.
“So, there is something to talk about?”
“June.” The man looks like he’s about to have an aneurysm.
With another laugh, I spread my arms wide. “Okay. Ford. I’m all—”
His mouth swallows the rest of my words, and his hands find the backs of my thighs until nothing but air is beneath my feet.
Wrapping my legs around his waist, I let him blindly carry me to the bedroom.
The mattress bounces as he sets me on it before climbing on top of me, his mouth never leaving mine.
Not that I’m complaining. I’ve just never seen him like this.
His teeth scrape against my bottom lip before he trails lower while his hands slip south.
“Mmm, yes please,” I whisper.
The familiar zip cuts through our heavy breathing, and he shoves off his jeans before tugging on my pajama bottoms and ripping them off me.
As his eyes roam my bare skin, I press my thighs together, caught between lust and another dose of confusion.
The old me would’ve felt uncomfortable like this.
Bare and naked with the lights on and the sexiest man I’ve ever seen standing at the foot of my bed, studying every curve.
Every dimple. Every inch of exposed skin.
Batting my lashes up at him, I bite my bottom lip, letting him have his fill.
“I fucking love you,” he grits out.
My pulse skips the same way it does every time he says those words. Add in the need, the brevity shining in his bright green eyes, and I’m a goner. “I love you, too.”
His cock bobs, standing at full attention while he keeps his feet planted at the edge of the mattress. “Wanna mark the hell out of you right now.”
“Then, do it.” I reach for his erection when a droplet of precum appears at the slit.
Squeezing carefully, I bend closer and kiss the tip, pumping my palm along his shaft.
Up and down, up and down, I massage him until his eyes roll back in his head.
Moving to the end of the bed, I wrap my mouth around him, sucking on his cock the same way he did my tongue when he first walked in.
He jerks in my mouth, and I moan around him, closing my eyes and memorizing the little groans reverberating through him.
“Mm-hmm,” I hum.
Yes. I have a feeling this is exactly what he needs.
Dragging his thumb around my swollen lips, he grunts, “Fuck. Almost as good as your pussy.” Pride spreads through me, and I smile around him, looking up and finding his gaze on me. “Want to try something new?”
My head bobs ever so slightly.
“Come here.” Freeing himself from my mouth, he moves onto the bed. I reach for his cock, pumping it with my hand just like before as I lie back down on the mattress until he’s caging me in.
“Fuck, that feels good.” His confession is thick with lust as tension builds in his grasp, like he’s holding on for dear life. “Too good.”
“You were saying?” I tease. “We’re going to try something…” I run my thumb along the head and spread my thighs, lining him up with my entrance. “New?”
Something sparks in his gaze, making his green eyes practically glow as he bends closer and kisses my throat once more. “You know I want to feel you bare, but first.” Linking my free hand with his, he guides my fingers to my center. “Touch yourself.”
“You want me to touch myself?”
“Yeah.”
“And what will you do?”
He lifts his head, holding his weight with his elbows on either side of my head in a plank position.
Slowly, he crunches his abs on top of me.
His heavy cock drags along my stomach, and I swear I can feel it directly against my clit.
“I’m gonna do something I’ve been dreaming of since the moment we met,” he grinds out.
A trail of cum marks along my stomach, and I finally realize exactly what he wants from me.
Lifting my free hand, I slowly circle my nipple.
His attention zeroes in on the simple motion, and his Adam’s apple jumps. “Fucking love these tits.”
“You know, I think I knew that,” I tease. My teeth dig into my bottom lip as I stare up at him, soaking up the heat in his gaze. “You going to mark them for me?”
He drags his cock along my stomach all over again. The warmth is enough to drive me insane. Seriously, it has no right to be this much of a turn-on. It’s like he’s drawing a picture or painting a feeling on my abdomen. Mine.
“I’ve marked them before,” he reminds me.
Images of the hickies scattered along my chest after our first encounter together rise to the surface, and my mouth curves up. “With your mouth, yes.”
“And what else do you recommend I mark it with?”
“I’m sure you can come up with something.”
Sitting up, his thighs on either side of my chest until I’m pinned beneath him, he stares down at me before glancing over his shoulder.
I don’t have to be a genius to know what he’s seeing.
He’s watching me play with myself. My fingers skating against my clit before dipping lower to my slit.
The gentle tap, tap of my index finger as I gather my wetness and circle the little bundle of nerves once more.
Mm-hmm. Yup. That feels pretty freaking good.
So good, I’m pretty sure I could come like this.
With his eyes on me. His weight pinning me in place.
And his uneven breathing echoing off my bedroom walls.
I spread my thighs a little wider, his gaze enough to set me on fire.
Before Ford? I never would’ve done something like this, let alone gotten off on it.
Heck, I couldn’t even get off when I was alone, too self-conscious to do anything but feel stupid.
It’s not that I was a prude. It's just…I guess I felt insecure?
But with Ford, I feel like a siren. A goddess.
Someone who deserves to be worshipped. And worship me, he has. Over and over again.
Now, it’s my turn.
The head of his cock bobs just beneath my chin, and I lift my head, curious if I can steal a taste. Sensing my movement, Ford’s head swivels back, and he looks down at me pinned beneath him.
“You tempting me, June Bug?”
I bat my lashes. “Guess I can’t resist.”
Slowly, he shifts his weight, letting his knees take the brunt of it while still keeping my arms pinned to my sides. Inch after inch, he closes the distance until the head of his cock sits just above my lips. “Taste,” he grunts.
Puckering my lips, I kiss the head then drag my tongue along my bottom lip. Salt hits my taste buds, the taste familiar and more addictive than it has any right to be. I open my mouth fully this time, desperate to suck on him while my fingers probe inside of me.
Mm-hmm. Yup. I could one hundred percent come like this.
His hips shift forward a bit more, and I wrap my lips around him until the bottom of the mushroom head rests against the top of my tongue. I drag the tip along the slit and close my eyes as my fingers pick up their pace.
Oh my gosh. This is too good.
“Fuck,” he groans. He cups the back of my head, easing the tension in my neck muscles while giving me a better position to suck on him. “You’re making this difficult.”
I peer up at him but don’t release the head from my mouth.
Another quiet groan escapes him as he pushes farther into me, hitting the back of my throat before pulling out entirely.
With a quiet pop, his dick hovers just above my mouth, and I lift my head a little more, feeling like a damn baby bird at this point while my fingers go back to circling my clit.
I can’t help it though. I want more. No, I need it.
“Ford—”
He pinches my nipples, and I moan, dropping my head back to the mattress. Marking my boobs. Right. How does he make it so difficult to think straight? It’s like I can’t get enough.
“That’s my girl,” he murmurs. “I love watching you like this.” He rubs his thumbs over each bud, circling the tip the same way I’m circling my clit.
“Oh my gosh,” I breathe out. “Ford.” It’s a plea.
His large hands cup the sides of my breasts, pushing them together.
“Been dreaming about this for forever,” he rasps.
Slowly, he thrusts between my cleavage, pumping in and out, the heat branding me in a way it has no business doing.
Normally, we’d probably need lubricant but thanks to my spit and his precum, my chest is smooth and ready for whatever he wants to take.
And holy crap, does it feel good. The heat. The sounds. The anticipation.
Why is this so freaking hot?
His head rolls back toward the ceiling as he thrusts faster.
Over and over again, his thumbs skating across my nipples, his fingers leaving white indents along the sides of my boobs.
And all the while, I finger myself, imagining what we must look like.
How frenzied. How desperate. And that’s what I am.
Desperate. To come. To fall apart. To be marked by him.
“Fuck, June Bug,” he grits out. “I’m close.”
“Me, too,” I moan.
“Gonna.” He squeezes my chest with more urgency, pumping into me. “Fucking.” His head rolls forward, and ribbons of cum paint my chest. “Come,” he pants before thumbing my nipple once more.
My back arches off the bed, and I fall apart on my fingers, tingles spreading, lungs seizing. Euphoria encompassing. Sliding lower, he kisses me, swallowing my gasp and shoving his tongue into my mouth. It only brings another pulse of pleasure to my core.
Oh my gosh. He has no idea how incredible…how addictive…
I try to catch my breath, soaking up the little tingles of satisfaction.
“You’re mine,” he pants.
My eyes stay closed as I soak up the afterglow, because holy crap, that was amazing. “I’m yours,” I tell him.
“You’ll always be mine.”
My forehead wrinkles. Okay, why does he sound worried about that?
Like it’s even up for debate. I open my eyes and peer up at him, finding a divot between his brows that most definitely wasn’t there when he dropped me off at my apartment earlier.
Reaching up, I push his wavy hair away from his face, letting the scruff from his five o’clock shadow tickle my thumb. “Ford, you okay?” I murmur.
“Just want to remind you.”
“And why would I need the reminder?”
He hesitates, his gaze bouncing around my face as if memorizing every inch. “Let’s go shower.”
Really? That’s his response?
He starts to move off me, but I grab his bicep, keeping him from escaping. “No more procrastinating.”
“June.”
“No.” I don’t even care that I’m a mess and could definitely use a good rinse. The cryptic response? The clear dodging? “Something’s going on, and I want the truth. Now.”
A tic appears at the back of his jaw, and I know he’s considering getting up and walking away. The old Ford would’ve. So, I do what Ford has always done with me. I wait. I don’t push. I don’t back down. I just…sit here.
Come on, Ford. You can do it. You can open up to me again. You’ve done it before. You can do it again.
“My brothers and I…” Ford sighs. He pinches the bridge of his nose, then lets his hand fall in defeat. “We need you to do us a favor.”