Page 38 of What's Left of Me

She laughs harshly, pulling against my grip. When she persists I let up and wait as she twists her neck to look at me.

Her hand cups my jaw. “Unless you want to call Sterling and invite him in, we’re fresh out of thirds. Maybe Alastair can get a last wish instead of a last meal and ask for a threesome, but for now we’re SOL. I’m willing to let you fuck me like you hate me to make up for it.”

I smirk at that, letting go of her hair entirely to grip her hips. “I don’t hate you, Jo. But I will fuck you like I own you.”

She gasps when we stand, and I spin and drop her back on the couch. Her blue eyes almost sparkle as she looks up at me, biting her lip when I go for my jeans. Her fingers reach out to help, undoing the zipper with practiced ease as she keeps her eyes on me.

“Let me taste you,” she begs, and I slip that detail into my mind for later. Jo’s never really complained about giving me head, but she’s never this eager either. Her hand slides inside to pull me out, and I roll my head back at the feeling. Jo’s palms are one of the few areas on her skin without scars, and the smooth feel against me has my cock pulsing.

Her tongue darts out to lick the tip, and my hand finds its way back into her messy locks. She might be dressed for the day but her hair is still tangled, and she hums against me when I gently push her head.

She doesn’t need anymore encouragement, swirling her tongue in my favorite way before she bobs her head. I gather up her hair as she moves, wrapping it around my fist to steady her rhythm. She hums again, opening her legs wider on the couch so she can scoot in closer, and like a pro she swallows my cock and gasps around the length.

Snapping my hips forward gets her to moan again, and I find a steady rhythm that words for both of us as she blows me. I can see her reaching between her legs to play with herself, and I grunt as she begins to rock against the couch. “Good girl, Jo. Get your pussy nice and wet for me. Three fingers, no less.”

She keeps moaning and doesn’t protest, sliding her legs wider. The shorts hide the view for me, but I don’t want to interrupt her flow and kill our moment. Instead I imagine how pretty and pink she’ll be when I strip off the shorts and bend her over the couch.

As she sucks me, I glance around the room. The curtains are mostly closed and the front door is cracked open a hair. Not enough to see, but enough that someone could definitely hear.

Jo whimpers, and I glance back to find her brows scrunched as she continues to suck me. Her free hand slaps my leg to show her annoyance, and I grin.

Catching her jaw, I ease myself from her mouth with a satisfying pop. “Sorry, Trauma, I’ll make up for it. Grab the back of the couch.”

She grins and stands up as I shift off the couch, and she leans over to grab the back of the back of the couch and peer over her shoulder at me. She shakes her ass as I stare, pumping my hand along my shaft.

Then I swat her ass, and she arches a little at the touch. I drag my hand over the spot with a sigh. “Emeric needs better at home kink toys. I would kill for a suspension rig.”

She moans. “String me up?”

“Yes.” I let go of my cock to hook her shorts, pulling them down to find she was a good girl again and didn’t put on any panties. There’s a wet spot on the shorts, and I leave them around her ankles before dragging my hands back up her legs.

The scars are more prominent right now. She’d hate it, but I’ve grown oddly fond of the marks. Only my Jo has something like this. I would never want her to suffer for marks like this ever again but they make her a survivor. I kneel behind and kiss a path up her body from her knees, leaving wet marks along her skin as I mutter between kisses. “I’d hang you from the ceiling, Trauma.” Kiss. “Let you shine and sparkle in the lights and fill you with toys.” Kiss. “And I’d wring every orgasm I can from your body before I fucked you senseless.”

She gasps. “Wax?”

“Trauma, I’ll pour wax all over you and burn you like my personal candle.” I kiss her one last time just above her ass, over the little indent there that reminds me of a dimple. “But for now I’ll settle for a different kind of burn.”

I slide the head of my cock into her pussy without warning, letting my cock stretch her as one hand comes to press against her upper back. She cries out at the feel. We just had sex a few hours ago, and her body opens easily for me as I work my way in.

Jo reaches back, her fingers sliding over the hand on her hip, and tries to move it upward. I chuckle beneath my breath and let go of her back, reaching around to grasp her throat again and pull her back into me. She rises on her toes as the angle changes, trembling as I bottom out inside her and kiss the side of her face.

“As I’ve told you, Jo,” I hiss, “if you want something, ask.”

Snapping my hips forward makes her cry out, and between the hand on her throat and the arm that snakes around her waist I’m the only thing keeping her from tumbling forward. She moans as I fuck into her, her toes occasionally leaving the ground and her weight momentarily settling on me before she finds the floor again.

I’m being nice today, mostly because I need to get off as badly as she does. Jo grunts, trying to meet my thrusts by bouncing on her toes, and it makes my balls tighten as her ass bounces against me. Tucking my chin to her shoulder I crush her against me, changing the pace to long strokes that have her stuttering to catch her breath as we rock together.

She moans, twisting her head to the side and giving me access to her throat. I groan, biting down on her pulsepoint as the same moment she tightens around me and my balls explode.

Jo screams, bouncing frantically on my dick to milk me, her nails digging into my skin as she rides out the orgasm.

Something in the background distracts me… a noise. A scuffle really. The window is cracked with the curtains closed so I could hear out onto the street while we were lounging, and there’s a bit of noise behind her obscene moans.

There’s a bang, and Jo screams for real. I shove her away from me into the couch, spinning to the side table where I hid my new defense earlier. We haven’t discussed it yet, but Xeno made sure when he visited that I had something on hand here in case anyone tried to break in.

Screeching tires catch my attention, then the sound of a gunshot. It’s different from the bang, and Jo covers her ears as I pull out the gun and spin, clicking off the safety as our door bangs open.

He’s got a gun too, and I sneer when I recognize him. Another body steps in behind him as I snarl, “God damn it, Sterling!”

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