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“After a while, sex becomes boring. It’s all in the hype, the new, the daring. An impulse to do unspeakable, implausible things in the name of feeling a rush of excitement. Just like the first time, over and over again.” Licking my lips, Myles tracks the motion with his thumb. “Being with you – everything is like the first time. And taking you right here and now, well that certainly feels exhilarating, doesn’t it?” It feels like many things and I’m at a loss of how to put my scrambled brain into one, coherent thought. Only one answer seems acceptable, and it causes Myles to beam a pant-melting smile I will never tire of seeing.

“Then stop talking and do it.”

Chapter 31

Nomorewordsareexchanged. Tugging at my sweatpants, Amethyst shifts herself downward. I attempt to stop her, too impatient to waste time, but my arms don’t respond. Limbs weighed down, a rush of dizziness catches me off guard. I don’t know what was in that water, but I’m powerless to stop Ami and as her lips glide over the head of my cock, I no longer care to. She takes me, wholly and deeply. I remain frozen, forced to encourage her with the groans escaping me and filling the limo. We hit a bump, forcing her to take me deeper into her throat.

Holy fuck.

Amethyst refuses to rush, dragging her mouth up my shaft with excruciating slowness. From halfway up, she sucks hard, causing spots to dance over my vision. Then she releases me with a pop and does it again. Her personal hobby seems to be teasing me. Finding use of my arms, I bury my fingers into her hair, the violet strands cascading over my knuckles. I never want to see her change persona again. This is my Ami and I’ll be damned if she doesn’t know this is the only way she needs to be.

I lose track of time, lost to the sensations she draws from my dick. The limo speeds onwards, my feet against the rear seats holding us both in place. Taking me completely, Amethyst moans deep within her throat, the reverberations driving me closer to blowing my load. Not a chance. Tightening my grip on her hair, I drag her off me, needing a moment to compose myself. I don’t get that chance, as Ami’s tight cunt closes around my shaft, slamming down to the hilt.

Reaching for her, my hands find her back as my clouded vision clears. Sitting in reverse cowgirl, Ami braces her hands on my thighs, working her body to give me a private show. Her skin is flawless, devoid of tattoos unlike her front. Her waist dips above the most stunning, curvaceous ass I will never tire of. Just watching her makes me throb, the tip of my cock weeping inside of her before she’s really begun to move.

Unhooking her bra, I flatten my hands against her back before dragging my nails south. She arches for me. So responsive, so fucking perfect. She works me effortlessly, her heat driving me into a frenzy. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about her, stop replaying our library session over and over since I woke up in rehab. Amethyst is my obsession, my personal brand of craving. If I’m an addict, she’s my drug of choice. Her wetness speaks to me, sheathing my cock entirely.

Caressing her ass, my fingers travel to her pussy. Either I’m still under some unknown influence, or she has the softest lips possible. I reach around, finding her clit and circling it through her own wetness. With the other hand, my thumb dips through her crack to locate her puckered hole, teasing the outside before pressing inside. She doesn’t tense, but rather pushes back against me until I’m fully seated inside. Splaying the rest of my fingers across her cheeks, I use Amethyst’s ass like a grip, encouraging her bouncing. I feel myself in her other channel, withdrawing and entering along the length of my thumb, as my hands pleasure her into a similar state of desire.

“Fuck, Amethyst. You’re incredible. I lo-” Ami whips back, stuffing her discarded panties into my mouth before I can finish that sentence, and proceeds to fuck me harder. Her skin slaps against my hips, challenging the volume of our combined moans. I notice her back tense before she falls apart, clenching my dick so tight, I’m worrying about blood circulation. Amethyst screams my name, splitting a crevice through my heart which won’t be knitted back together. She’s mine. At this moment, for the foreseeable future, Amethyst belongs to me and I won’t believe anything she says otherwise.

Reaching for her chest, I tug Ami back. Her back to my chest, I spread her thighs wide, jerking upwards from beneath. Her tits fill my hands, bouncing keenly against my thrusts. I seek out her nipples, rubbing and twisting. Spitting the panties aside, my mouth finds her neck, biting and sucking. She will be marked, utterly fucked and unable to replace me.

Needing to be deeper, buried further in her cunt, I push us upright onto the nearest seat. At this angle, Amethyst is speared in my lap, aided by my hands on her shoulders. Brandishing myself inside her, I pummel her g-spot, my balls beginning to tighten as my hands close around her neck. She forces them tighter. Dropping her fingers to her clit, I feel the desperation of her rubbing to push herself over the edge and manage to hold off just long enough. Amethyst bucks, cries and surrenders to me.

“That’s it, Fiery,” I praise, my dick exploding like a rocket. Swelling, pulsating, a euphoric groan I can’t contain roars in my ears. Ami falls against me, squirming and panting. We lie together in complete bliss, coming down from multiple highs. My dick remains hard, nestled within as if he never wants to leave. Regardless, I ease Ami forward to tug off my t-shirt and offer to clean her up. She takes the shirt, moving over to the opposite bench. I’ve only just tucked myself away when the divider opens a few inches and Charley tosses a drawstring bag into the back.

“Rule one of saving Amethyst’s ass, always bring clothes,” Charley adds, leaving the divider slightly open.

“How did you even find us?” Ami asks her friend, although it’s Sebby who answers.

“Serenity Heights took two-hundred-thousand-dollars from my account, and Charley felt the need to warn me after Carter hurt you, you’d probably do something stupid.”

“He did what?!” I still so suddenly, some leftover cum leaks into my sweats. Amethyst waves away my concern, pulling on a pale-yellow mini dress which doesn’t require a bra.

“Don’t worry yourself with finer details. It’s all taken care of,” she taps her forehead. I’m not so easily convinced.

“You can hash it out with him when we get back to the manor,” Sebby drawls. He’s heard me and Carter argue more times than we’ve been amicable, but this won’t be like those other times. This time, words won’t even be exchanged, but I have more pressing issues to deal with first.

“We’re not going back,” I announce. Sebby’s grey eyes swing to me via the rearview mirror, Charley’s face the picture of concern and Ami, well Ami remains indifferent. “Not yet at least. There are some questions which need answering.”

I’m fairly certain Amethyst didn’t realize she called me her boyfriend in the group therapy session, but I heard it loud and clear. More than that, I just felt the strength of our connection, and there’s no use holding back now. I need to do right by her.

“Seb, take us to my father’s house.”

Chapter 32

Sebbypullsupastreet over from my childhood mansion. He’s not the best of drivers and as soon as the roads became narrow, he’s struggled to keep the limo straight. Yet, he still came to save Ami and I. Exiting the vehicle in just my sweatpants and canvas shoes, I hold out a hand for my woman. My fiery sunrise amongst a perpetual dawn, finally casting light in my life. Approaching Sebby and Charley, I thank them both as Sebby’s pocket vibrates.

“That’ll be Carter asking why you’ve been reported missing. I better get Charley back and explain.” Pulling him in for a hug, Sebby lingers against my body.

“Be safe. I’ll have my father’s car bring us home soon.”Home. The manor has never felt like such, but once Carter and I have settled our differences, I believe it will now. Ami falls into my side, keeping pace along an outer stone wall. Electric barbed wire coils over the top to keep intruders out.

“Can we settle something, while there’s a moment of peace,” Ami states without room for being denied. “Regardless of whatever this means-” she holds up our joined hands, “I want you to continue sleeping with Sebby.”

“Seriously?” I frown. There’s no denying the warmth which spreads through my chest at her words. Sebby means more to me than anyone knows, especially him. I’ve never been able to provide stability or comfort, so I kept him at arm’s length to save his feelings. However, when those lonely nights come where I just can’t deny either of us anymore, it’s pure magic.

“If it makes you feel better about it, I'm more than happy to participate, but for the love of fuck, tell the poor guy you love him.” I stop still, tugging her a step back to do the same.

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