My attention shifts to my raging hard on. Gripping her hips, I lift my head away from her heated skin and grit my teeth. "You keep doing that and this won't just be an innocent sleepover, V."
A burst of giggles erupts from her, startling me and bringing a smile to my face. "When the hell do we ever have an innocent sleepover? Get your dick out, Jamie."
"Who's in charge here?" I say with warning all the while doing as she says.
Blonde and purple hair fanning around her bare shoulders, Violet grins and reaches between us. Her hot little hand grips my bare cock and pumps it far too gently to be more than a tease.
"Me?" She bats her eyelashes at me. "I think it's my turn to use you. Don't you think I deserve some playtime of my own?"
Fucking hell. What the fuck? She's so damn sexy and the words dripping out of her lusty mouth test my control. "Violet."
Her bottom lip pops out like she's innocent and sweet, but I can see the horny goddess beneath bending me to her will. "Please?"
"Fuck. Yes. Fuck yourself on me, my love." I groan before moving my hand around her ass. Reaching further, I find her hot pussy from behind and pull her panties to the side. "Sit on my fucking cock."
She tsks at me and playfully nips at my lip. "I'll be doing more than that," she replies. Her voice turns into a blissed out sigh as she sinks onto my throbbing erection.
"Jesus. Shit. Fuck," I grit out, dropping my head onto her shoulder.
If Violet wants to use me for her pleasure, there's no way I'll deny her. Her slippery cunt glides up and down at a pace that I know will get her to that peak she craves at least once. Whimpers and breathy sighs accompany the wet sounds of our bodies coming together.
I refuse to lose the battle to the pressure building in my balls and pleasure making my limbs tense. This is about Violet. Her hand which held my cock minutes before now plays with her clit, helping her walls ripple and cling to me.
"You're so fucking tight," I grunt, grabbing her full ass cheeks in my hands to help work her up and down.
"Jamie," she whimpers. Pain zips through my scalp as she tugs my hair out of my ponytail and holds on. "I'm gonna—fuck!"
With determination to make this first orgasm last, I take one hand and pull her top down to suck one of her pert nipples into my mouth.
"AHH!" She bucks and screams out her release. I swear my teeth fucking tingle as her juices drip down my cock and thighs.
My restraint diminishes the longer she clings to me, but I hold back knowing my gentle encouragement to keep going will send her crashing into another orgasm soon enough.
"Another," Violet pleads, but she doesn't wait for my permission. Sex can be hot, sweaty, and all-consuming while being soft, full of love, and comforting at the same time.
"Give me another, Sweets." With my mouth on her pretty tits, I savor the taste and feel of my woman.
Twenty-Three
VIOLET
Once again, I'm awake before Jamie. If this continues, I know he'll start to worry, and maybe he should. The nightmares are awful, and I'm starting a trend of waking up sweating multiple times a night.
The early morning sunlight reminds me that life is moving on while I feel stuck. No part of me wants to work this week or unpack at my apartment. Cassidy's there, and while I love living with her, I want to stay with Jamie.
I don't feel like I can yet. Maybe it's toxic, but having my apartment as an option right now is vital for my mental health. Or it's holding me back, I don't freaking know.
Jamie sleeps peacefully beside me as I watch him. It's not creepy because I love him. It's not.
Keeping very still, I keep my breaths shallow. Each time he moves, I slam my eyes closed. I'm not ready to face the day because the plans I have today are tough.
Glow up plans. When I decided to come back to Detroit, I promised myself I would face the issues and heartbreak that sent me running. Which is one of the reasons I didn't fight Jamie much on him bringing me here last night.
Not only did I feel like I needed him, Iwantedhim. Just like I want to stay curled up next to him for the rest of my life. Alas, I have some trauma to figure out.
I'm going to talk to the two men who broke my heart today, even if I throw up from worry. Not that I think they'll blame me or anything anymore, but because I'm terrified I won't know what to do.
Will I forgive them too easily? What if I can't forgive them? If I forgive them, then what? Am I still in love with them? Can love burn out of existence immediately after heartbreak?
