Close is an understatement. Everything lights up, and my world is somehow brighter, livelier. Even my mind goes silent and allows me to have this moment of pure bliss and harmony.
He tugs my head down to him, and our lips collide. The second we touch, I burst around him. I see stars, I see moons, I see the entire galaxy as I grind my orgasm out on his throbbing cock.
“Fuck, Ivy,” JJ says through gritted teeth. “Take it. It’s yours.”
When I moan a little too loud, JJ slams his lips to mine again. The sound is muffled as I whimper into his mouth, and when he bites my bottom lip, he groans out the pleasure of his own orgasm, coating his stomach.
“Oh my god,” I cry out, pressing my forehead to his chest.
“Fucking hell, Ivy,” he groans as I lift my head. “You are?—”
A knock at my bedroom door startles me. JJ’s mouth hangs open, and we stare at each other with wide eyes. “Ivy?” Finn’s voice floats through the door. “You awake?”
“Shit, shit, shit,” I chant quietly before jumping off his body. My legs tremble as I step back, now feeling uncomfortable with the wetness between my legs. “Get up.”
JJ leisurely lies back against my pillows, one hand behind his head like he’s at a five-star hotel. I reach for my robe and wrap it around my naked body, his eyes following my movements.
I grip his clothes and throw them at him. He’s smiling smugly again. “Get up,” I hiss under my breath.
He sighs and starts to put on his clothes, until Finn knocks on the door again. “I can hear you shuffling around in there,” he says as the door handle twists.
My eyes almost lurch out of my skull. I shove JJ into my closet with his clothes and shut the door firmly. I hate that he’s enjoying this. Granted, sneaking around should be fun, but not when I know Finn might actually murder JJ if he finds out.
I run to the door and grab the handle, keeping it slightly ajar as Finn’s face appears. “Do you mind?” I say as I catch my breath. “I was getting dressed.”
He blinks once, taking a step back. “Yeah, sorry.”
“What do you want?”
“Have you seen JJ?”
My mouth turns bone dry, and I somehow manage to shake my head. “No,” I exhale slowly. “Why?”
He shrugs. “He’s just not in his room. Not answering my texts. Just wondering if he’s okay because it seems like he didn’t come home last night.”
My eyebrows rise. “Oh.” I clutch my robe tighter to my chest. “Now that I think about it, I’m pretty sure I heard the door shut early this morning. Maybe he went for a run or something.”
Finn’s brows crease, but eventually he nods. “Alright.” He steps away. “Thanks.”
I shut the door and take a calming breath. My head flicks over my shoulder as I see JJ emerge from my closet, a tissue in hand as he cleans up the mess he left on his abdomen. His trousers are on, but he’s still shirtless, and those muscles and tattoos never miss a beat. They’re fucking beautiful.
He strolls straight up to me and takes my face between his hands, then he kisses me. Deeply, passionately,fiercely.For a second, I forget my brother almost caught us because being wrapped up in JJ is like forgetting the world exists entirely.
We part gently and he stares down at me. My chest shudders. “JJ,” I whisper. “You need to go. Finn will get suspicious, and I really don’t need that right now.”
JJ hums and pecks my lips one last time. He drops my face and walks towards the door until I press a hand to his chest. I shake my head, pointing to the other end of my room. His eyebrows rise as he follows my direction.
“The window?” he says in disbelief.
I fold my arms over my chest and raise a brow at him.
“Wow,” he chuckles to himself. “Talk about the walk of shame.”
“Do you want your head on a stick?”
JJ’s lips swish to the side in an amused smile. He leans forward again and kisses my lips, this time longer and softer. “I’ll take my chances, princess.” He winks before opening my bedroom door and scoping the hall before shutting it behind him.
I stare at the wooden door for a moment. When I don’t hear shouting or a physical altercation, I take a breath of relief.
