Chapter 22
Chapter twenty-two
Mandie
My sweat drenched the sheets and pillows in Donovan's bed. I was too distracted to care. His scent, the weight of his body shifting beneath the covers as he moved between my thighs made me light up like the Fourth of July.
The first slow drag of his tongue made my back arch before I could even process it. A sleepy, needy sound crawled out of my throat, something between a moan and a whimper, and my fingers twisted into the fabric beside me.
"Fuck—" The word hissed out as his tongue pressed deeper, curling just right, like he’d memorized the shape of me. His hands slid up my inner thighs, thumbs digging into the soft flesh there, holding me open for him.
The heat of his breath was maddening, the wet sounds obscene in the quiet room.
I could feel the way his lips sealed around my clit, the way his tongue flicked in tight, deliberate strokes, like he was savoring something rare.
My hips jerked up, chasing the pressure, and he groaned against me, the vibration sending a jolt straight through my core.
"Donovan, shit—" My voice was rough, half-lost in the pillow I’d mashed against my face. His name came out like a warning, but he didn’t stop.
If anything, he doubled down, his tongue spearing into me with a filthy, wet sound, his fingers tightening on my thighs like he was afraid I’d try to squirm away.
Like hell I would. I was already dripping, my pussy clenching around nothing, aching for more.
"You’re gonna make me come like this, because you are a good boy; you are my fucking good boy." The words dissolved into a broken gasp as his tongue swirled over my entrance, then pushed inside again, deeper this time, his nose brushing my clit with every thrust.
I could feel him smiling against me. Cute bastard. His free hand slid up my stomach, fingers splaying over my ribs before his thumb found my nipple through the thin fabric of an oversized t-shirt I’d stolen from Matt in the morning.
He pinched, just hard enough to make me whine, and my back bowed off the mattress. "Fuck, fuck, your tongue—" My thighs trembled, my muscles locking up as he worked me over, his rhythm relentless.
He pulled back just long enough to murmur, "You taste so good, Mandie," his voice rough, almost reverent, before diving back in.
The first orgasm hit me like a freight train.
My vision whited out for a second, my body seizing as pleasure ripped through me in waves.
I came with a choked cry, my fingers clawing at the sheets, my hips stuttering against his mouth.
He didn’t let up, licking me through it, his tongue softening only when my thighs started to shake violently.
"Too much—" I gasped, pushing at his shoulder, but he just hummed, the sound vibrating against my oversensitive flesh, and I collapsed back with a shuddering moan.
Donovan finally surfaced, his lips glossy with me, his gray eyes dark with hunger. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, but his fingers stayed slick, and I watched, dazed, as he brought them to his lips and sucked them clean.
"You’re so fucking beautiful when you come," he murmured, crawling up my body. His cock was hard against my thigh, trapped in his boxers, the tip already damp. I reached for him, my hand wrapping around the thick outline, and he hissed, his hips jerking into my grip.
"Mmm, someone’s eager," I teased, stroking him through the fabric. His breath hitched, his lashes fluttering. "You like that, huh? Watching me fall apart on your tongue?" He nodded, his cheeks flushed, and I tugged him down by the collar of his shirt, crushing our mouths together.
He tasted like me, like sin and salt, and I groaned into the kiss, my tongue sweeping into his mouth. His hands framed my face, his thumbs brushing my cheekbones.
We broke apart breathless, our foreheads pressed together. The room was too warm, the air thick with the scent of sex and sweat. Donovan’s hair was a mess, sticking to his forehead, and I pushed it back, my fingers lingering in the soft strands.
"You’re gonna be the death of me." He laughed, low and breathy, his lips brushing mine again.
"Oh yeah?" I asked.
"Yes. But worth it," he whispered.
I rolled us so I was straddling his hips, the sheets pooling around my waist. His cock twitched beneath me, trapped between us, and I ground down just enough to make him groan.
He lifted his hips obediently, letting me strip them off, and his cock sprang free, thick and flushed, the tip already leaking.
I wrapped my hand around the base, giving it a slow stroke, and his breath stuttered.
"Mandie—" His voice was strained.
"Shh," I murmured, leaning down to press a kiss to the head of his cock.
His hips jerked, a broken sound escaping him.
"Just let me take care of you." I licked a slow stripe up his length, savoring the way his muscles tensed beneath me, the way his fingers flexed against my skin.
His cock pulsed in my grip, and I took my time, teasing the underside with the tip of my tongue before finally, finally taking him into my mouth.
"Oh, fuck—" His voice cracked, his hips lifting off the bed.
I took him deep, my throat opening around him, and his hands flew to my hair, his fingers tangling in the strands.
"Your mouth—fuck, your mouth is—" He didn’t finish the sentence, his breath coming in sharp gasps as I hollowed my cheeks, pulling back until just the tip rested between my lips.
I swirled my tongue around the head, then took him down again, my nose brushing the dark curls at the base of his cock.
"You’re so good at that," he gasped, his voice raw.
"So fucking good, Mandie—" His grip on my hair tightened, just shy of painful, and I moaned around him, the vibration making his cock twitch.
"I could come just from watching you like this—" His thighs trembled, his hips rocking up in shallow, desperate thrusts.
I let him fuck my mouth, my lips stretched obscenely around his girth, saliva dripping down my chin.
I pulled off with a wet pop, my lips swollen, my jaw aching. "You want to come in my mouth, baby?" I asked, stroking him slow, my thumb smearing the pre-cum over his tip. His eyes were blown wide, his chest heaving. "Or do you want to fuck me first?"
His answer was a guttural sound, half-growl, half-whimper, and then he was flipping us, pinning me beneath him.
His cock dragged through my folds, the head catching on my clit, and I cried out, my nails raking down his back.
"Fuck me," I demanded, wrapping my legs around his waist. "Now, Donovan—" He didn’t need to be told twice.
He lined himself up and thrust home in one smooth motion, filling me to the hilt.
"Ah! Fuck—" My back arched, my body stretching to take him. He was thick, almost too much, but the burn of it was perfect, the way he bottomed out inside me making my vision swim. "Just like that—" I gasped, my heels digging into his ass, urging him deeper. "Fuck me just like that—"
He set a punishing pace, his hips snapping against mine, his cock dragging over that sweet spot inside me with every thrust. The bed creaked beneath us, the headboard knocking against the wall in a rhythm that matched the filthy, wet sounds of our bodies slapping together.
"You feel so good," he groaned, his voice rough, his breath hot against my ear. His hand slid between us, his thumb finding my clit, and the added pressure sent me spiraling.
"I’m gonna come—" I warned, my voice high and desperate.
"I’m gonna come on your cock, Donovan—" His name was a prayer, a curse, and then I was coming, my pussy clenching around him, my body locking up as pleasure crashed over me in waves. He didn’t stop, fucking me through it, his thumb working my clit in tight circles until I was sobbing, my nails digging crescents into his shoulders.
"That’s it," he growled, his voice rough with effort.
"Come for me, baby. Let me feel you—" His own orgasm hit him with a broken cry, his cock pulsing deep inside me as he spilled, his hips stuttering against mine.
I could feel him, hot and thick, filling me up, and I wrapped my arms around him, holding him close as he shuddered through the last of it.
We collapsed together, a sweaty, breathless mess.
Donovan rolled us onto our sides, arms banded around my waist. The room was quiet except for the sound of our ragged breathing.
I could feel his heartbeat against my back, steady and strong, and I let my eyes drift shut, body humming with aftershocks.
"Stay," he murmured against my shoulder, his lips pressing to my skin. "Just like this. Forever."
I laughed softly, turning my head to press a kiss to his jaw. "Careful, Flexel. That almost sounded like a proposal."
He huffed, breath warm against my neck. "I’d propose to you right now if I thought you’d say yes."
I smiled, my fingers tracing idle patterns on his forearm. "Keep fucking me like that, and I might."
He squeezed me tighter. "Challenge accepted."
We lay like that for a long time, the sheets tangled around our legs. The world outside could wait. Right now, there was only the warmth of his body against mine, the slow drag of his fingers through my hair.
Finally, I asked the question that had been gnawing at me.
"What was so special about this mission today, where they all had to go, but you were the one who stayed?"
Earlier, when it was decided that most of them would have to go, Roger said Donovan was the obvious choice to stay behind.
Donovan toyed with my hair. "Well, it is Capital Punishment, so we need as many people there as possible.
He is just too powerful. The other thing is, this is a fight in some desert wasteland.
There are no civilians there. I‘m… better at getting civilians to safety and minimizing collateral damage. "
"Oh," I said. I knew that, but I hadn't thought of it.