Page 18 of Give Me What I Want

So I twisted my head, bit his earlobe, and whispered my own command. “Get on your back and let me take what’s mine.”

He laughed, rearing up and slamming deeper into me. He was ignoring me, trying to play it his way, but I wasn’t going to just lay back and give in. I thrashed until my arms were free from his hold, then punched him sharp in the stomach.

The unexpected blow was enough of a distraction to leave him weak and give me the opportunity to push him onto his back and straddle him. I dropped down onto him and moaned as his cock hit spots I had forgotten fucking existed. His eyes widened, and he inhaled loudly, his brow creasing and hands gripping my hips. The way he reacted to our new position inflated my ego, and I began to ride him, rising and falling, guided by his hands as I supported myself, my palms pressing down on his solid tattooed chest, nails digging into the soft skin.

Our eyes locked, mouths opened, and before I knew it, we were both crying out, his release coming just moments before mine, swollen cock spurting hot cum into my tightening pussy.

I held myself up as I rode out my final orgasm, smug in the knowledge that I had made him come first. Even if it was by a millisecond.

“You,” he panted, eyes wild. “You, I. I have never… How the fuck? Magic. What?” Ro’s words were stuttered, messy, not like him at all, and I laughed, making him tense and groan.

“Don’t do that,” he hissed.

“Do what?” I asked innocently.

“You know what.”

I shook my head in denial and began to laugh again.

Ro’s eyes narrowed, and he rolled us, laying me on my back and pulling out of me. I abruptly stopped laughing, feeling the trickle of cum run down between my ass cheeks, and glared up at Ronan.

“Grab me something, a tissue, a towel, don’t just hover there.”

“Why?” he asked,innocently, towering over me and batting his stupidly long lashes.

“Don’t be a dick, Ro. I don’t want to lay in a puddle of cum, and I’m past the point where I could get up.”

“Why?” he repeated. “Have you got bambi legs?”

“What?”

“Bambi legs, like a baby deer. Come on, Your Maj, get up and show me how you walk after you’ve been thoroughly destroyed.” He collapsed down beside me, grabbing a pillow to prop his head up.

“I havenotbeen destroyed,” I protested. It was a lie, but I was determined to not let him see that. I took a deep, steadying breath, clenched with everything I had, and pushed myself up. Then I slid to the end of the bed and stood. “See. Now go and grab me something to clean up with.”

“Go get it yourself,” Ro challenged. “If you can.”

“I can.” I looked back over my shoulder at him, laying with his cock still out, a light sweat coating his defined muscles, he looked irritatingly god-like.

“Sure, go on then.”

The floor quickly became my new best friend as I took two steps forward and collapsed. Ronan roared with laughter, then jumped off of the bed, waddling like a penguin in his shoved-down jeans as he headed past me to the toilet, cleaned up, then came back and helped me to do the same.

“Stubborn bitch,” he muttered with another laugh.

“Always.”

Once we were both cleaned up, I checked the time. It was late, like early hours of the morning late, and we were still alone on the bus. No one had come to check on us, to make sure we hadn’t killed each other, and I wasn’t sure if I liked that they trusted us, or if I was mad that they could be so careless with our wellbeing.

“Should we go back and find them?” I asked, slipping my skirt off and tugging on a pair of soft cotton shorts along with a black oversized tee.

“I’ll go, you look exhausted. Get some sleep.” Ro was dressing himself too, pulling on a pair of black sweats and a graphic tank top.

“You sure?” I asked, yawning.

“Of course.”

I opened my mouth to speak, to ask him what it all meant, what we had done. I wanted to ask him to keep it to himself until I had come to terms with it. I had just slept with one of my bandmates. One of the men I had built this amazing life with. And that could tip the balance so much more than the fake situation we had found ourselves in while in the public eye.

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