Page 75 of Beautifully Devoted

“They weren’t wasted since we were together.” Jagger’s kiss is soft despite the fact he lurches at me unexpectedly. “Besides.” He licks his lips. “I didn’t want this before now. With anyone. I just wanted to play ball, focus on my studies and hang out. I didn’t want the pressure of dating, still don’t if I’m being honest, but with you there is no pressure. It just…is. So who fucking cares if people want to claim they saw it coming? We saw it when we needed to.”

“Since when are you the smart one?”

He shoves my shoulder. “I’ve always been smart, fucker.”

“Wise, then.”

“Dunno.” He shrugs. “It probably has something to do with liking dick now.”

“Good answer.” I grab his shirt and pull him to me, crushing our mouths together in a kiss that’s far from gentle. One that erases the looming threat and makes me feel like we’re invincible.

“Damn,” Jaggers mutters when we break apart. “My dick is fully awake now. I might need you to do something about that.”

“Are we putting juicing on hold again?” I arch my brow with a sly grin. And I might puff my chest out a bit in the process.

“I mean, if that’s how you want to get your protein, we can do it your way. But I think my way will be more fun.”

“Upstairs. Now,” I growl.

I’ve never seen him move so fast.

Jagger

We barely get through the bedroom door before Cam has me pinned against the wall, grinding his rigid cock against mine as our tongues battle for control.

I don’t know if he can sense that I need hard and rough to erase the tension of the day, or if that’s the mood he’s in too. Either way, I love that we’re finding bliss in our brutality. The harder we grind and grope at each other, the more distance I put between me and my emotions.

I’m still feeling vulnerable and angry after the confrontation with my dad, and while the vulnerable part of me wants to get fucked, the angry side of me wants to do the fucking. That gives me pause as I rut against Cam, because as much as I want my turn with his ass, now might not be the time.

“What’s wrong?” Cam says against my lips.

“I think I need to top this time.” My hips strain toward his even as my brain tries to slow down.

“I’m down with that.”

“Not sure I’m in the right headspace for that. Plus, I sorta want to get fucked, too.”

“The second part of that problem is easy to fix.” He licks and sucks along my neck, not hard enough to mark me since you can’t hide that shit in a football uniform, but enough that I’m still trying to hump him through our clothes.

“How?” I tilt my head to the side so he can get at my collarbone.

“I’ll stuff you with a nice fat dildo.” Two giant hands palm my ass cheeks and start massaging them, causing my eyes to roll back in my head.

“Are you trying to make me come in my pants? Keep talking about stuffing me with toys if you are, cause just the idea of that has me ready to blow my load.”

Cam laughs against my neck but loosens his grip on my ass. “Now, tell me about the first problem. Why are you in the wrong headspace?”

“I want to fuck hard, and you’ve never given your ass to anyone before.”

He stops necking me and stares deep into my eyes as understanding dawns. “I’ve been experimenting with toys long enough I’m pretty sure I can take it. Besides, I need it hard today, too.”

“You were so gentle with me the first time, though.”

“It was the first time for both of us, and that’s what we needed then. Today is different. Today, you took back power over your dad, and it was so hot to watch. I want more. I want you to own me.”

My cock lurches in my shorts because, duh. It very much wants to pound into Cam’s ass. But my heart lurches just as hard in my chest since it’s just so Cam to understand what I need and encourage me to take it.

“Go pick me out a toy,” I growl as I nip his bottom lip. “Then get back here and give me that sexy ass.”

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