Page 119 of The Alternate Captain
He pushes into me, achingly slow. So slow, in fact, I’m bucking my hips to drive him in deeper.
He buries his head in my neck, shaky breaths tickling my collarbone.
“You’re really fucking tight,” he says.
“Yeah? But it feels really good, Johnny,” I say, reaching for his face and pulling his lips down to mine.
“It feels really fucking good. And I love kissing you,” he says.
I’m beaming. I’m not sure if it’s the right reaction to have, but there’s a smile on my face. Even when I’m kissing him, I can’t shake it. And when he pulls away and looks at me, he adjusts himself so he’s really fucking deep, and I can actually feel my eyes rolling back in my head.
“You’re so beautiful like that,” he says, chuckling gently.
And I’m laughing right back at him. Even when his lips find mine again, we’re laughing softly.
The first time he pulls out and slides back into me, I gasp. And the second time, I moan. And by the third time—I don’t even remember what I do because he’s building a rhythm now, and his face changes. Putting all his weight on his left arm, he shifts his right to press down on my lower stomach. And fuck knows what it is he’s doing, but the noises I’m making must be the effect he’s going for because he moans right back at me.
The slow and steady soon becomes hard and fast, and I want more.
“Your pussy feels incredible,” he says, slowing down again. He pulls back slightly and watches the space between us. “Do you know why it feels this good, beautiful?” His eyes flick right up to meet mine again—that cobalt burning brightly.
I have no idea where it comes from, but I find myself replying to him, “because it’s yours.”
He looks at me for a split second longer, before pushing right into me again. Deep. And he leans down, lips hovering over mine again.
“Because it’s mine.”
Just when I think it couldn’t feel any better, and I couldn’t feel even more connected to him, his hand disappears and his thumb finds my clit.
I don’t even remember when I come but it takes over my whole body. Like nothing I’ve ever felt before. And I’m moaning right into his mouth as I pull myself up with his movement, wrapping my arms around his neck.
And as I’m coming down, the emptiness of Johnny leaving me overwhelms me for a second, before I realise he’s pulled out to whip the condom off, and he finishes himself right on my stomach.
Our bodies are a tangled mess, but we’re kissing again. Hot breaths, desperate for each other. And my hands roam all over his chest, feeling him, because I don’t quite believe he’s real anymore.
“I’m a dead man,” he says, pressing his forehead into mine. “I’m a fucking dead man, Kelly. Because there’s no way I’m letting you go of my own accord.”
“What’s going on?” I ask.
He stills for a second before he rolls off of me. His breathing is the only sound to break through the air.
“Johnny?” I prompt again.
“Your sister was at the game. And Bettsy was quick to tell us he’d break legs if anyone even thinks about trying anything with either of you.”
“You choose now to tell me that?” I say, letting myself laugh a little. “Well... you realise he wouldn’t actually do that, right? I mean, he wouldn’t literally break anyone’s legs.”
“Well, no, but still. I think I’m in too deep, anyway.”
I kiss him again, holding my lips to his for a little longer than usual. But I think he knows what I’m getting at. I feel the same way he does.
“I need to tellyou something,” Kelly says.
I’ll be honest—Kelly was the last person I expected to see when I was drinking coffee with the guys earlier.
Vicky rounded the entire team up to get fitted for suits ahead of Ladies’ Night, and since none of us can read an email properly, we all turned up and crammed into the tailors at the same time. Since the place is the same size as the damn penalty box, Vicky dismissed us and told most of us to come back later, which led us to this place.
I’ve made my way back over to speak to Kelly briefly, since my suit fitting was pretty quick—same as last year.
