Chapter 19 #3
I gasped, my words dissolving into a broken whine.
My clit was throbbing, oversensitive, every vibration against it sending fresh sparks through my nerves.
I tried to pull back, to get some space, but Johnny’s grip was iron.
His eyes were wild, his pupils blown, his lips peeled back from his teeth in something between a grin and a grimace.
"Fuck," he grunted, his voice rough with effort. His cock twisted inside me, the vibrations shifting frequency, hitting a new rhythm that made my toes curl. "His thumb found my clit, pressing down, and the combination of the vibrations and the direct contact sent me spiraling again.
"Ah! Ah, fuck!" My hands flew to his wrists, my nails digging in, but I wasn’t sure if I was trying to push him away or hold him closer.
My tits bounced with every rough thrust, my nipples hard enough to ache, the air in the room thick with the scent of sex and sweat.
The couch was soaked beneath us, the leather sticky with my release, the vibrations making the wetness spread, cooling against my skin.
Johnny’s breath hitched. "Gonna, Mandie, I’m gonna—"
I didn’t let him finish.
I slammed my mouth onto his, biting his lower lip hard enough to taste blood.
His cock swelled, the vibrations reaching a fever pitch, and then he was coming inside me, his cum shooting deep in thick, scalding pulses.
I could feel every jet, the heat of it spreading through me, his power making the sensation expand, like he was filling me beyond capacity.
My second orgasm crashed into the first, my pussy milking him, my thighs shaking so hard I would’ve collapsed if he wasn’t holding me up.
The couch screeched as it slid another few inches, the vibrations finally slowing, the hum winding down like a machine powering off.
Johnny’s cock gave one last twitch inside me, his cum dripping out around the base, mixing with my own mess.
His chest heaved, his skin slick with sweat, his spiky hair plastered to his forehead.
I could taste his blood on my tongue, coppery and sharp.
For a long moment, neither of us moved.
Then Johnny exhaled, a shaky laugh escaping him. "Holy shit."
I didn’t have words. My body still hummed, my pussy swollen and throbbing, his cum leaking out of me in slow, thick drips. I could feel it running down my thighs, cooling in the air. The couch beneath us was a disaster. My tattoos felt like they were still vibrating, the ink buzzing under my skin.
Johnny’s hands slid up my back, his touch gentler now, his fingers tracing the curve of my spine. "You good?" he murmured, his voice rough.
I swallowed, my throat raw. "I don’t know if ‘good’ covers it.
" My voice was a wreck, my body still trembling with aftershocks.
I shifted experimentally, and the movement sent another wave of his cum spilling out of me, dripping onto his softening cock.
Johnny hissed, his hips jerking slightly, like even that was too much stimulation.
"Yeah," he breathed, his thumbs brushing over my hipbones. "Yeah, that’s… that’s fair."
I finally lifted my head, looking down at him. His lips were swollen from my kisses, his green eyes dark and satisfied, but there was something else there. There was something almost vulnerable. Like he wasn’t sure what came next. Like he was waiting for me to decide.
I didn’t let myself overthink it.
I leaned down, pressing my forehead to his, our breaths mingling. "Again," I said, my voice a low, filthy promise. "But slower this time. I want to feel every fucking vibration."
Johnny’s grin was all teeth. "Yeah?" His hands slid to my ass, squeezing. "You sure you can handle that, sweetheart?"
The weight of Johnny’s chest beneath me still hummed with the aftershocks of whatever power had surged between us, literally.
My skin prickled, oversensitive, like I’d been sandblasted from the inside out.
His fingers traced lazy circles on my lower back, his breath warm against my collarbone.
I could’ve stayed like that for hours, letting the world burn outside these walls, but the universe, as it often does, had other plans.
The door to the common area didn’t just open, it slammed against the wall with enough force to rattle the framed blueprints of The Keystone’s schematics. My head snapped up. Johnny’s hands froze mid-motion.
Sebastian stood in the doorway, his slicked-back hair slightly disheveled, his usually composed face twisted into something between horror and betrayal.
Behind him, Matt loomed like a storm front given human form, his massive frame filling the space, his jaw clenched so tight I could see the muscles feathering beneath his beard.
For a second, no one moved.
Then Sebastian’s gaze flicked from our naked bodies to my face. His brown eyes darkened, not with anger, but with something worse: disappointment. The kind that stings because it’s laced with I expected better. Matt, on the other hand, didn’t bother with subtlety.
His nostrils flared, his hands curling into fists at his sides. The air in the room thickened, charged with the kind of tension that precedes either a brawl or a confession. I was betting on both.
Johnny, ever the opportunist, grinned. “Well,” he drawled, shifting beneath me in a way that was absolutely deliberate, “this is new.”
I elbowed him in the ribs. Hard. “Shut up.”
Sebastian’s voice was ice. “New, perhaps. But it should have been expected.”
Matt didn’t say a word. He didn’t need to. The way his blue eyes burned into me said enough. I’d seen that look before, on cops, on ex-boyfriends, on men who thought they owned something they didn’t. But this wasn’t about ownership. This was about betrayal. And the worst part? They weren’t wrong.
I rolled off Johnny, snatching the nearest throw blanket from the back of the couch and wrapping it around myself like armor. It smelled like leather and Johnny’s cologne, which did nothing to improve the situation. Johnny, ever the idiot, stretched like a cat, completely unashamed of his nudity.
“Relax, Doc. It’s not like we were robbing a bank. I know what that's like.”
Sebastian’s gaze could’ve frozen the sun. “This isn’t a joke.” He raked his hair, a loss for words. Finally, he sat down. "We should wait for the others," he finally said.
Matt’s face turned to surprised before he spoke, his voice a low growl. “Others?”