Chapter 19 #2
He had a confused look on his face before realizing. "Oh, yeah. Your kitty pleaser."
"I asked for it."
"I don't see why. That stupid vibrator only had a ten thousand RPM motor. That’s girl stuff. No real woman would want something that weak."
"That is the best one on the market." I gritted my teeth.
"Best? Yeah right. You know how fast I am? I can vibrate myself a thousand times faster than that stupid motor."
"I wanted it, so I didn't have to rely on some jerk superhero whenever I wanted to get off."
He paused and then smirked. "So, you are fucking someone at the Keystone. Who is it? Roger? The doc? Or is it..."
I didn't let him finish. I lunged. Not at the bags this time, but at him. I pinned his body onto the couch. I looked down at him, locking his gaze before responding.
"I am getting really sick of your snarky attitude towards me."
His grin got bigger. "I think you like it."
His smirk didn’t falter, not even for a second, but his pupils dilated just enough to let me know I’d struck a nerve.
My thighs clenched around his hips, the denim of his jeans rough against the bare skin of my legs where my shorts had ridden up.
The heat between us wasn’t just anger anymore. It was something far more dangerous.
“You think you’re so fucking clever,” I growled, my voice low, the words vibrating against his lips. His hands, which I still had pinned to the couch, twitched like he was fighting the urge to grab me.
“Baby, I know I’m clever,” he shot back, his voice dripping with that infuriating, cocky charm.
But there was a rasp underneath it now, something rougher.
His fingers finally gave in, curling around my wrists.
It wasn’t to push me away, but to hold me there, like he was testing how far I’d let this go.
“But you? You’re just mad ‘cause you like it when I push your buttons.”
I should’ve pulled back. Should’ve laughed it off, rolled my eyes, done anything but what I did next.
Instead, I let my weight shift forward, pressing my body flush against his. The hard lines of his chest met the softness of mine, and for a second, neither of us moved. His heartbeat thrummed under my palm, fast and erratic, matching the pulse between my thighs.
My tank top had ridden up just enough that the cool air hit the skin of my lower back, but Johnny’s hands were anything but cool. They burned where they gripped my hips, his thumbs brushing the waistband of my shorts, teasing the edge of my tattoos.
“Fuck you,” I breathed, but it came out weaker than I intended, my voice cracking.
His grin turned razor sharp. “Is that the plan, sweetheart?”
And that was it. The last fucking straw.
I crashed my mouth against his.
It wasn’t sweet. It wasn’t gentle. It was teeth and tongue, and a growl ripped from my throat as his hands slid up my back, fingers tangling in my hair to yank me closer. His lips were just as demanding, just as hungry, biting at mine like he wanted to devour me.
The taste of him, something dark and sweet, like bourbon and sin, flooded my senses, and I moaned into his mouth, my nails digging into his shoulders.
Johnny groaned, the sound vibrating against my tongue, and suddenly, he wasn’t passive anymore. One hand fisted in my hair, tilting my head just right so he could deepen the kiss, his teeth grazing my lower lip before his tongue swept in, claiming me.
The other hand slid down, gripping my ass hard enough to bruise, pulling me against him so I could feel exactly how much he wanted this. His cock was a thick, insistent ridge against my thigh, straining against his jeans, and I ground down against it without thinking, a whimper escaping me.
“Fuck—” He broke the kiss just long enough to gasp, his forehead pressing against mine. His breath came in ragged bursts, his chest rising and falling under my hands. “You’re gonna fucking kill me.”
“Shut up,” I snapped, but my voice was wrecked, my body already trembling with need. I didn’t want to talk. I didn’t want to think. I just wanted—
His mouth crashed back onto mine before I could finish the thought, his tongue fucking into my mouth like he owned it. I met him stroke for stroke, my hands sliding under his shirt, nails scraping down his back.
He whimpered, his body arching into the touch, and then his hands were everywhere. Gripping, squeezing, owning. One palm slid up my side, his thumb brushing the underside of my breast, and I jerked against him, a broken sound tearing from my throat.
“God, you’re so fucking responsive,” he murmured against my lips, his voice a dark, approving purr. “Every little touch and you’re dripping for me, aren’t you?”
“I said shut up,” I gasped again, but it was weak, breathless, my body already betraying me.
Then, I realized. He could easily overpower me. Take full control. He wanted this, even with his reluctant attitude. He wanted me to be the alpha, to do what I wanted.
I found my strength again, grabbing his throat, locking my gaze with his. "Take off those pants and prove that your cock can beat a ten thousand RPM vibrator."
Our clothes were off in an instant, but I remained on top of him. He really was that fast.
"Good boy," I growled.
Johnny’s hands gripped my hips like he was afraid I’d vanish if he let go, his thumbs pressing into the soft flesh just above my ass. His cock twitched against my thigh, hot and thick, already leaking against my skin.
I could feel the pulse of his heartbeat through it, or maybe that was just my own blood roaring in my ears. Either way, it didn’t matter. The only thing that mattered was the way his breath hitched when I shifted forward, the head of his dick brushing against my slick folds.
I didn’t give him time to tease me again. My fingers dug into his shoulders, nails biting into muscle as I rose up on my knees, positioning myself over him. His green eyes burned into mine, dark with hunger, his punk-spiked hair a mess from where I’d already dragged my hands through it.
The couch creaked under us, the leather cool against my bare ass, a stark contrast to the heat radiating off Johnny’s body. He was all sharp edges and lean muscle beneath me, his chest rising and falling fast, like he was already struggling to keep up.
Then I sank down.
Not slow. Not gentle. I took him in one rough slide, my pussy stretching wide around his thickness, the burn of it making my back arch. A broken gasp tore out of me.
"Fuck!"
My voice was raw, my fingers clawing at his collarbones.
Johnny groaned, his head tipping back against the couch, throat working as he swallowed a curse.
His cock pulsed inside me, already swollen, the veins thick against my inner walls.
I could feel every ridge, every twitch, like he was branded into me.
But then a low hum started between my legs.
At first, I thought it was just the blood rushing, the way my body always buzzed when I was this close to the edge.
But then the vibration grew, a deep, resonant thrum that traveled up my spine, making my teeth rattle.
Johnny’s eyes flew open, his irises glowing faintly with that eerie pulse of his power.
His lips parted, but no sound came out, just a ragged exhale as the vibration intensified.
And then the couch started shaking.
Not like an earthquake. Not like a machine.
Like the world itself had been tuned to a frequency just beyond human endurance, a relentless, bone-deep buzz that turned my vision white at the edges.
My breath stuttered, my lungs forgetting how to work as the vibrations shot through me, rattling my ribs, my teeth, my goddamn toes.
Johnny’s cock wasn’t just inside me anymore, it was vibrating inside me. The vibrations turned him into a living, throbbing jackhammer that hit every nerve ending I had at once. I rode that jackhammer like a champ.
"Oh, oh fuck!" My voice cracked, my back snapping straight as the first wave of it crashed over me. My pussy clenched around him, my inner muscles fluttering helplessly, trying to grip something that was already moving at speeds I couldn’t comprehend.
Johnny’s hands slid up to my waist, his fingers digging in so hard I knew there’d be bruises later, but I didn’t care.
I couldn’t care. The only thing that existed was the way his dick vibrated inside me, the head grinding against my G-spot with every microsecond pulse, the shaft rubbing against my clit from the inside out.
The couch groaned, the frame shuddering beneath us. A glass on the coffee table rattled, then tipped over, shattering against the floor, but neither of us reacted to it. Johnny’s breath came in sharp, uneven bursts, his abs tensing under my palms as he fought to keep control.
His power wasn’t just in his cock, it was in his whole body, the vibrations traveling up through his torso, making his muscles ripple under my touch.
I could feel it in his thighs where they pressed against mine, in the way his chest shuddered when I leaned forward, my tits swinging heavy between us.
"Jesus, Mandie!" His voice was a wrecked growl, his hips jerking upward involuntarily, driving him deeper.
The angle changed, the vibrations hitting a spot so deep inside me that my vision blurred.
My nails raked down his chest, leaving red streaks, my other hand flying to my own throat like I could somehow anchor myself to reality.
I came with a scream.
It ripped out of me, raw and guttural, my back bowing as my pussy clamped down around him.
The orgasm didn’t just hit me, it detonated, my body convulsing so hard my teeth clacked together.
Juice gushed out of me, dripping down his balls, soaking the couch beneath us.
Johnny snarled, his fingers bruising my hips as he held me in place, his cock never stopping, never slowing, the vibrations pushing me higher even as I was still coming.