Page 138 of The Alternate Captain
She nods.
“Good. Now let me give you what you need, beautiful.”
She practically purrs as I kiss her neck. I slip her jeans down; she swallows.
“Is this what you need?” I ask, reaching for her underwear and tugging them down.
“Yes,” she says.
“Do you need my dick to make you feel good, Kelly?”
Another nod.
“I want you to tell me,” I say, kissing her jaw. “Tell me what you want, and I’ll give it to you.”
“I want you to fuck me, Johnny.”
I rub my hand over my dick, still exposed from the blowjob, then rub the head right onto her clit.
“Yeah? Do you want me to make you come, baby? Spread your legs a little wider,” I say, nudging them open with my knee.
And with a few adjustments, we find the right angle.
I get her clit with my piercing like before and she writhes against the tape, eyes closing and mouth parting as she moans.
And when I edge myself into her, she gasps, so I slide my hands up under her shirt to toy with her nipples, teasing her even more.
“Hold still and relax for me. I want to go deep,” I tell her, eyes locked on each other as I push in.
I take a deep breath in, letting myself adjust to her. Because despite how busy we’ve been in the bedroom, it never gets old—she always feels fucking incredible.
I watch my dick disappear and I slide out again, before thrusting in slowly, building a steady rhythm, trying to hold back a little, willing the moment to last longer.
“Please, Johnny,” she says, biting her lip and looking down between us.
“You want me to make you come?” I say.
“Yes.”
“Yeah?”
“Yes,” she says.
“If I rub your clit for you, are you going to be a good girl for me, and come on my dick?”
I don’t even know where that came from, but I’m going with it. She quivers around me, so that must be a good sign.
“Yes. Please.”
Having her practically begging for it is more than enough to entice me. I drop one hand to her clit and move in circles, building up the speed with the rhythm of my fucking. I bury my head in her neck to nibble on her skin; delicate and fresh and just so veryher.
“Johnny—”
She comes on my dick just as the door rattles.
“Shit,” I say, probably a little too loud. And in the panic, I pull out and yank her jeans up, forgetting about my dick.
A moment later, there are footsteps walking away from the room, and I glance back at Kelly, the horror on her face making me feel a little queasy.
