My blessing.
Chapter 12
Clara
RJ collapses on top of me, his welcome weight forcing me flat on the mattress, our skin slick. The sensation of his gasping breath against my back has me preening. I want every experience of his to be amazing. Because it’s only ever been me. And that’s something I’m not going to forget or take advantage of. RJ deserves remarkable, magical, whatever words I have to give him.
He slips out, and I mew, his absence aching deep in my chest. I roll to pull him close, but he halts me, his hand heavy on the small of my back, his fingers scooping up the wetness leaking from me and pressing it back inside, my mew turning into something darker, richer. He wants to stay inside me as much as I want him to be there.
And just like last time, he coaxes me to orgasm, my face pressed against the mattress, his hand leaving me pinned,unable to do anything but take. So I take, even though all I want to do is give, my body already halfway to jelly as I come again, his fingers slipping from the mess we made.
He lets me turn, and I pull him down to me, a messy kiss the only gift I’m capable of.
But his eyes shine, the intensity there softened, just a little. A kiss feathers under my ear, and he whispers, just for me. “Sweetness, you’re more than I could have imagined. More than any damn list.”
Tears pool in my eyes, but I don’t let them fall. Instead, I force his lips back to mine, showing him, like he’s always shown me, that I care. That I care so damn much it scares me.
I have to tell him.
But not right now.
He deserves a private confession.
Pulling back, he cradles my face before sliding down me and onto the floor, blindly reaching behind himself until he finds one of my pink chairs, pushing my clean clothes from the seat and sliding it to the side of the mattress. Picking a spot to watch what happens next.
Because there’s more. So much more.
I swallow, twisting to find two sets of eyes locked on me. Walker’s dark, calculating. Jansen’s full of mischief and want.
“Jay?” Walker asks, leaning against the wall like he’s unaffected, even as precum glints at the tip of his cock, his hand stilled around it.
Jansen doesn’t need to be asked twice, bounding into the bed and rolling me to my side, his lips meeting mine while he grinds himself against my opening, slick from RJ and me. “That was so hot,” he murmurs against my lips, his calloused fingers tracing across my skin before grabbing my ass and pressing me against him. “So fucking hot,” he repeats, teasing me, the head of his cock riding my sensitive clit.
“Trouble, don’t make me wait,” I whine, limp from coming twice, but still needy. So damn needy. Will I ever get enough of these guys?
It seems impossible.
Doing what he’s told has never been Jansen’s strong suit, though, so instead, he latches onto my nipple, laving it with spirals of his tongue, making me gasp and moan.
Moving to the other nipple, coaxing me higher than I thought possible, he plays, teasing me.
“You’re a brat, Jansen,” I whimper, and his chuckle against my wet nipple has shivers coursing through me.
“And you love it,” he mutters, licking a line from my sternum to my belly button, circling that, decorating me with his tongue. He drifts to the side, nipping at my hip, and I yelp.
“Jansen, fuck me or I’m skipping you,” I threaten, having no idea how I’d enact that threat.
I wouldn’t.
There’s no way.
“Jeez, a little patience could go a long way,” he says, those fingers skimming up from my calves, over my thigh as he inches back up my body, hooking my knee over his hip as he slowly sinks into me.
“Shit,” I mutter, the sensation sublime, the speed glacial.
“Patience,” he says, his grin vicious as he nips my nose, his breath coming in quick pants that betray his demand.
When he finally thrusts the last inch in, he pauses, his eyes bright before mine. Using my leg, I tug him impossibly closer. “More,” I demand.
