Chapter 25 Mandie #2
Roger’s face appeared in the gap, upside down and grinning like the Cheshire Cat. "Gotcha."
The ventilation shaft’s cold metal bit into my palms as Roger’s grip tightened around my waist. His fingers dug in just enough to remind me who’d won.
His grin was infuriating with his all-white teeth and smug satisfaction.
He was like a golden retriever who’d just stolen a steak and had zero regrets.
"Gotcha," he purred.
And fuck if that single word didn’t send a traitorous pulse straight between my thighs.
I should’ve been pissed he found me so fast. But the way his thumb traced slow, possessive circles over my hipbone through my shirt, the heat of his body pressing against my back in the cramped darkness, the sheer strength of him holding me suspended like I weighed nothing…
It made my body crave him more.
Before I could snap out a retort, the world tilted.
One second, I was braced against the vent’s grimy walls, the next, Roger’s arms banded around me like steel cables, and we were moving.
The rush of air whipped my hair into a tangled mess, my stomach lurching as the gym’s fluorescent lights blurred into streaks above us.
I barely had time to suck in a breath before we burst into the Keystone’s main room, the sudden shift from the shaft’s claustrophobic dark to the open, sleek expanse of the common area making my head spin.
Roger didn’t slow down. Didn’t bother. With a laugh that vibrated against my back, he adjusted his grip.
One arm hooked under my knees, the other cradling my shoulders, and launched us upward.
The ceiling rushed toward us, then stopped abruptly as Roger hovered just beneath it, his boots magnetized to the surface like it was the goddamn floor. My back hit the cool metal with a soft thud, my legs automatically wrapping around his waist as gravity tried to yank me downward.
His hands were everywhere, palming my thighs, sliding up to grip my waist, his fingers splayed wide enough to make me hyperaware of how small I was compared to him.
"First rule of hide and seek, sweetheart," he murmured, his breath hot against my ear, "you don’t hide where the guy who can fly can just pluck you out like a cherry.
" His hips rolled, grinding his already-hard cock against the apex of my thighs, and I bit back a gasp. Asshole knew exactly what he was doing.
The way his pupils blew wide as he watched my reaction, the way his Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed, fuck, he was starving for this. For me. And wasn’t that just the most dangerous kind of praise?
"Cocky bastard," I managed, but my voice came out breathier than I intended, my nails digging into his shoulders as his hips rocked again, slower this time, deliberate. His chuckle was dark, triumphant.
"Damn right. And you’re gonna be such a good girl for me, aren’t you?
Since I caught you first." His fingers found the hem of my shirt, yanking it up and over my head in one smooth motion. The cool air hit my skin, my tattoos stark against the pale glow of the ceiling lights, but Roger’s gaze was a brand, tracing every inch like he was memorizing me.
"Fuck, look at you," he groaned, his voice rough. "All mine right now."
The sound of footsteps had me twisting my head just enough to see Sebastian and Johnny stepping into the room, their expressions a mix of amusement and something far hungrier.
Sebastian leaned against the doorway, arms crossed, his slicked-back hair catching the light as he watched us with that infuriatingly calm, assessing gaze of his.
Johnny, meanwhile, had already toed off his boots, his spiky blond hair a mess from running, his green eyes bright with anticipation.
"No fair," Johnny called, grinning. "You just flew straight to her." Roger didn’t even glance their way. His focus was lasered on me, his hands busy unclasping my bra, tossing it aside before his palms were back on my skin, squeezing, owning.
"All’s fair in love and war, kid," Roger shot back, his thumbs brushing over my nipples until they peaked, tight and aching. "And this? This is me winning both."
His mouth crashed onto mine before I could retort, his kiss all teeth and tongue and demand. I moaned into it, my back arching off the ceiling as his free hand slid down, popping the button of my jeans with a flick of his wrist.
The denim was yanked down my thighs, my panties following, and then, oh god, his fingers were there, two of them sliding through my folds with zero preamble.
"Already so wet for me," he growled against my lips, his fingers circling my clit before diving inside. "Fucking dripping. Did you like hiding, baby? Or did you like knowing I’d find you?"
His fingers curled, hitting that spot inside that made my vision white out, my hips jerking helplessly. "Ah! Fuck, Roger!"
"That’s it," he praised, his voice a dark caress.
"Say my name just like that." His thumb pressed down on my clit, rubbing in tight, relentless circles as his fingers fucked me deeper, faster.
I could hear the wet, obscene sounds of it, could feel my juices coating his hand, dripping down my ass.
"You’re gonna come for me first, Mandie.
Gonna show them how good I make you feel.
" His free hand gripped my chin, forcing my gaze to lock with his.
The filthy promise sent me spiraling. My orgasm hit like a freight train, my back bowing off the ceiling as a broken cry tore from my throat.
My pussy clenched around his fingers, my thighs trembling, but he didn’t stop.
Didn’t let me. He rode me through it, his fingers working me until I was a boneless, gasping mess, my skin slick with sweat.
Only then did he finally pull his hand free, bringing his glistening fingers to his mouth with a groan.
"Goddamn, you taste good." His eyes flicked to the others, his grin turning feral. "Told you I’d win."
Roger was done playing. His cock was out in the next second, thick and flushed, the tip already weeping as he lined himself up. "Hold on, baby," he murmured, and then he was inside me, one brutal thrust that stretched me wide, filling me so deep I saw stars.
"Oh! Fuck!" My nails raked down his back, my legs locking around his waist as he bottomed out, his pelvis grinding against my clit. The ceiling creaked under the force of his thrusts, the entire room vibrating with the slam of his hips against mine.
You take me so well," he groaned, his hands gripping my ass, lifting me just to slam me back down onto his cock. "Look at you, taking every fucking inch like you were made for it."
His pace was relentless, his cock pistoning in and out of me with a wet, slapping sound that filled the room. I could feel my juices coating his shaft, dripping down to the ceiling beneath us, the obscene evidence of how much I loved this—him.
Sebastian’s voice cut through the haze of pleasure, low and smooth. "You’re going to break the ceiling, Roger." But there was no real warning in his tone. Just observation. Amusement.
Roger barked out a laugh, his thrusts never faltering. "Worth it." His mouth found my nipple, biting down just enough to make me scream, my pussy clenching around him.
Fuck, fuck! Roger, I’m gonna—!" His hand clamped over my mouth, smothering my cries as my second orgasm crashed into me, my body convulsing around his cock.
"That’s it, come on my dick, baby. Milk me.
" His own release followed seconds later, his cock pulsing deep inside me as he groaned, his cum flooding me in thick, hot spurts.
"Shit, shit!" His forehead dropped to my shoulder, his breath ragged as he rode out the last waves, his hips stuttering against mine.
For a long moment, the only sounds in the room were our combined panting, the slick drag of his softening cock as he pulled out, his cum dripping out of me in a slow, lewd trickle. Roger pressed a kiss to my collarbone, his lips curved against my skin.
"Good girl," he murmured, and fuck if those two words didn’t make my chest ache. "When you are the prize, I will do whatever it takes to win. But now I have to share."
The aftershocks of my orgasm still rippled through me like live wires, my cunt throbbing around nothing, my ass clenching at the memory of Roger’s cock buried deep. My skin was a mess. My body sweat-slicked, flushed, marked with the ghost of teeth and fingers.
Roger’s chest rose and fell beneath me as he lowered us to the main room floor, his muscles flexing with that effortless strength that always made my stomach flip. The lights overhead, casting everything in a sterile glow that did nothing to soften the raw, animal heat between us.
Johnny didn’t wait for an invitation.
His body shot out the second my feet touched the ground, his fingers digging into my hips with that punk-rock recklessness that never failed to set me on fire. Before I could even steady myself, he lifted me like I was weightless, like I was his, and slammed me against the wall.
The impact knocked the breath from my lungs, but I didn’t have time to gasp before his mouth was on mine, his kiss brutal.
Teeth clashed, tongues tangled, and his free hand grabbing my neck.
I didn’t have time to think, didn’t have time to breathe.
One second, I was empty, the next, his cock was inside me, filling me up.
“Fuuuuck!” The cry tore from my throat, my nails raking down his back as my body struggled to adjust. Johnny didn’t give me a second.
His hips slammed into me, his cock thick and hard and perfect, filling me so completely I could feel every ridge, every vein.
And then, holy shit, he vibrated. The speed of his cock oscillating inside me at a speed that was a million times more powerful than any vibrator I’d ever felt.