girl i just need ANY john logan smut🥹🥹 something hot, love uuu
hell yeah, ugh i love him so much and i know this man is a freak ifykyk, so i write this i hope it's what you asked for, thank you anon love you!!!
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Come Get Me — John Logan
Summary: Logan has been ignoring your messages and calls, and you decide you've had enough, so your best idea is to annoy him with some random guy.
Warnings: SMUT +18 MINORS DNI, explicit content, fwb jealousy/teasing, possessive behavior, semi-public sex, rough sex, dom!johnlogan x fem!afab!reader, dirty talk, hair pulling, fingering, oral (f receiving), p in v, unprotected sex (don't do it), creampie, degradation kink, use of baby, little slut, good girl, and I think that's all.
I don't think I've forgotten anything, if I do, let me know.
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The party was electric, the bass thumping through the crowded house like a second heartbeat. Sweat-slicked bodies pressed together on the dance floor, but your attention was locked on one man: John Logan. He’d ghosted you all fucking day—no replies to your texts, no calls answered. You knew the hockey team had a week off before start training again, but that didn’t excuse the radio silence from the guy whose cock you craved on a regular basis. It pissed you off… and turned you on. So you decided to punish him the way you knew would drive him insane.
You strutted straight to the center of the dance floor, owning every step. Your hips rolled in slow, filthy circles, back arching so your short dress rode high up your thighs, flashing the lacy edge of your panties with every sway. You ran your hands down your body, cupping your tits briefly before sliding them lower, biting your lip as you moved like a total slut—deliberately, teasingly, putting on a show you knew would get under his skin.
Logan was posted up against the wall, talking to Dean, but the second Dean spotted you, he let out a low whistle.
“Damn, man. You really lucked out with her. One of the hottest girls here and she lets you fuck her whenever you want? That’s a straight-up jackpot.”
Logan turned, and his eyes darkened the instant they landed on you. He knew exactly what you were doing. When a random guy slid up behind you, pressing his hard body against your ass and matching your rhythm, Logan’s jaw clenched tight. The guy’s hands boldly gripped your waist, pulling you back against his crotch.
Logan let out a dry, bitter laugh. “Yeah… guess so.”
Dean raised an eyebrow as the stranger got handsier, palms sliding down to grope your hips and thighs. “Looks like he’s about to steal your little fuck buddy right from under you,” Dean smirked.
Logan couldn’t tear his eyes away. His broad shoulders tensed, veins standing out on his forearms as he gripped his beer bottle so hard his knuckles went white. He wanted to storm over and rip that guy’s hands off what he considered his, but instead he just stood there, burning with jealousy and raw lust, watching you grind back against the stranger like a filthy tease.
You locked eyes with Logan across the room and didn’t look away. You arched harder, rolling your ass against his bulge, lips parted in a fake moan of pleasure—all for Logan. The sexual tension between you crackled like lightning. You could practically feel his possessive rage from across the room.
Finally, you leaned back against your dance partner and called out loud enough for the guy to hear over the music, “I’m going to the bathroom…” You flashed the stranger a slutty little smile, slipped from his grip, and sauntered down the dimly lit hallway, hips swaying with every step.
You heard Logan’s heavy footsteps behind you almost immediately. Your pussy throbbed with anticipation. Instead of the bathroom, you ducked into the empty bedroom at the end of the hall and left the door cracked open. The loud music faded to a muffled throb as you quickly hid just inside the connected bathroom, heart hammering.
The bedroom door creaked open.
You waited a few teasing seconds, then stepped out with wide, innocent eyes. “Hope you’re ready for me,” you purred, voice dripping with seduction.
Logan stood there, arms crossed over his powerful chest, wearing a dangerous, bitter smirk. His tall, muscular hockey-player frame filled the doorway. “Cute little act,” he growled, voice low and rough. “Real fucking cute. You think I don’t know exactly what a dirty slut like you is doing?”
Before you could reply, he closed the distance in two long strides. His big hand gripped the back of your neck possessively and slammed his mouth against yours in a bruising, angry kiss. His tongue invaded deep, claiming you, tasting of beer and barely restrained fury. He pinned you hard against the wall, grinding his massive erection against your stomach so you could feel how painfully hard you’d made him.
“You think you can tease me like that?” he snarled against your lips, biting your bottom one sharply. “Dancing like a little slut, letting that asshole grind all over what’s mine? Letting him touch you?”
His words sent a fresh gush of wetness between your thighs. You whimpered into his mouth, but he spun you around fast, pressing your tits against the cool wall. He yanked your head back by the hair, exposing your neck, and attacked it with hot, open-mouthed kisses and sucking bites that would definitely leave marks. His other hand shoved under your dress, fingers roughly yanking your soaked panties aside.
“Fuck… this slutty little pussy is dripping for me,” he groaned, voice thick with lust. “Not for him. Say it.”
“It’s yours, Logan,” you gasped, pushing back against his hand like a desperate whore.
“Damn right.” He ripped your panties down your legs and shoved two thick fingers deep inside your tight, wet heat. You moaned loudly as he started finger-fucking you hard and fast, curling them perfectly against your G-spot while his thumb rubbed rough circles on your swollen clit. The wet, obscene sounds of his fingers plunging in and out filled the room.
He kept you right on the edge for what felt like forever—pumping faster, then slowing down cruelly whenever your thighs started shaking. His mouth stayed at your ear, whispering filthy things:
“You’re such a naughty little cocktease… getting me this worked up just so I’d come fuck you like the slut you are.”
He dropped to his knees, spun you around, shoved your dress up to your waist and buried his face between your spread thighs. His tongue licked long, hungry stripes up your dripping slit before latching onto your clit and sucking hard. Three thick fingers stretched you open again as he devoured you—licking, sucking, tongue-fucking you with filthy enthusiasm. Your legs trembled violently. You gripped his hair, grinding shamelessly against his face, moaning like a pornstar.
Every time you got close to exploding, he pulled back, licking slowly and teasingly until the orgasm faded, only to start the torture again. Your juices coated his chin and fingers.
“Logan, please…” you begged, voice breaking.
“Not yet,” he growled, standing up. He lifted you effortlessly, your legs wrapping around his waist as he carried you to the bed, kissing you deep and messy the whole way, letting you taste yourself on his tongue.
He dropped you on the mattress, stripped your dress off, and yanked his own clothes away. His thick, heavy cock sprang free—rock hard, veins pulsing, the head already leaking precum. He climbed over you, spread your legs obscenely wide, and rubbed his cockhead up and down your soaked folds, slapping it against your clit repeatedly.
“Look at me,” he demanded, pinning your wrists above your head with one hand. “Tell me who this greedy little pussy belongs to.”
“It’s yours,” you moaned sluttily. “This pussy is all yours, baby. Please fuck me.”
He thrust in deep with one powerful stroke, stretching you wide around his thick cock. You cried out at the fullness. Logan groaned and started fucking you with long, hard strokes, the bed creaking wildly. He kept you on edge for ages—pounding deep, then slowing to shallow teasing thrusts, grinding against your clit while refusing to let you cum.
He flipped you onto all fours, yanked your hair back like reins, and slammed into you from behind, fucking you harder, deeper. His balls slapped against your clit with every thrust. One hand reached around to torment your swollen clit while he railed you mercilessly.
You were a whimpering, sobbing mess—pushing back desperately, begging incoherently.
“Logan—fuck—I’m so close, please let me cum… I’ll be your good girl, just please—”
He leaned over your back, biting your shoulder. “Beg louder, baby. Tell me how bad you need it.”
“Please, Johnny— I’m yours. This pussy is yours. Let me cum all over your cock!”
His thrusts grew brutal and fast. “That’s my filthy girl. Cum for me baby.”
The orgasm crashed through you like lightning—intense, shattering, your walls clamping down around him in powerful spasms as you screamed his name, body shaking uncontrollably. Logan groaned deeply and buried himself to the hilt, pumping you full of hot, thick cum.
He stayed inside you for a long time afterward, both of you panting and trembling. Finally he pulled out slowly, watching his cum drip from your wrecked pussy with dark satisfaction. He pulled you into his arms, holding you tight against his chest, one hand gently stroking your hair.
“Don’t ever pull that shit again,” he murmured against your forehead, still breathing hard. “Next time you want me, you come to me like a good girl. Got it?”
You smiled against his skin, still buzzing with pleasure. “Got it,” you whispered. Though you both knew you’d tease him again soon… just to feel him fuck you like a possessive and hungry man again.
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A/n: don’t ask how it’s that long- idk where all the words came from. I hope it’s good? I’m still getting back into writing longer fics, lowkey I was so excited but now I’m nervous that I have served you random words that don’t make sense-
Next Chapter
It was rare that you agents were allowed a break, even more so a vacation. So rare you found yourself wandering down the halls of the compound wondering what you were going to do with a week of free time.
“Woo hoo!” You heard Neon cheered alongside Jett behind you. The two duelist were sprinting down the hall, as fast as Jett would allow Neon, in the opposite direction to plan out their vacation. No doubt they would end up dragging Phoenix and Gekko along.
You could always ask to join them, but you felt like maybe five would be a crowd, and chose to continue wandering. Listening to the sounds of their cheers fade away; you steered yourself towards the common area, maybe someone there would give you an idea. You suppose if nothing else staying at the compound with a book and plenty of bubble baths was a good enough break.
Deadlock was the only one within the common area. She sat on the couch with her legs outstretched onto the coffee table. She almost appeared to be lost in thought, not too lost enough however as she noticed your arrival.
“Hello,” she greeted softly, eyes following as you laid on the couch with her. Deadlock allowed your head to settle in her lap, her fingers finding their way into your hair.
“Hey,”
She brushed her fingers through her hair, deranging and soothing to a degree you could almost purr at. You both found peace in this quite often. For you it helped you think a bit clearer, and for her it silenced the thoughts.
“Have you thought about your vacation?” You asked. As soon as you finished speaking her face turned a bit solem, giving you your answer. Her hand paused for a moment.
“I will visit my sisters,” Deadlock replied after a few moments of silence, her hand continuing to brush through your hair. Although she was in front of you, her eyes were a million miles away.
“Leave them a flower for me?” You asked. “And promise you will do something fun after, you deserve a break Iselin,”
She smiled down at you softly, “of course, you too,”
“As soon as I figure out what I want to do, I’ve got no clue,” you sighed, continuing to brainstorm. Not that you were getting anywhere, your mind was blank. The combination of her fingers running through your hair and soft humming was almost putting you to sleep.
“Excuse me,” Deadlock paused as Chamber’s voice abruptly cut through the soothing air. “Might I borrow them for a moment?”
She deranged her hands allowing you to slowly sit up. It was odd for Chamber to specifically request you, it had to be important. Giving one glance back to Deadlock you shifted off the couch and followed the billionaire to the opposite side of the room.
“Yes Chamber?”
“As embarrassing as it might sound, I’m not fond of solo traveling,” he started, scratching at the back of his neck.
He seemed nervous but you raised an eyebrow. The billionaire who wasn’t much for friends, and down to flirt with anyone and everyone he found attractive doesn’t have an escort on his vacation? You found that incredibly hard to believe.
“And if I’m not mistaken you have no plans,”
It was clear what he was asking.
Out of the corner of your eye you watched Fade enter the room and stride over to Deadlock drawing your attention as you spoke.
“Are you asking me to join you? Did you ask Sabine? Or did she reject you” you crossed your arms.
Fade was leaning over the back of the couch, Deadlock’s head tilted up to look at her. Fade said something that made both of them laugh.
The weapons dealer chuckled in front of you as well. You’d never heard a laugh that oozed rich as much as this. Chamber softly tilted your chin to make you look back at him.
“Can I not simply take someone else who’s company I enjoy?”
There was something thick in the air. Accepting his invitation to accompany him felt like there were some hidden agreements. The way his dark eyes searched yours for an answer made him somehow satisfied by your silence. There was something in the look you had given him that made him giddy. Something that told him you know what you’re getting into.
“I’ll see you tomorrow morning, bring something for warm water, and something nice,”
He walked past you; the smell of his cologne, that you could only describe as expensive, lingered in the air where he stood.
“What was that all about?”
You hadn’t even noticed Fade and Deadlock stand from the couch and make their way over.
You shrugged. “I guess I’m going on a mysterious getaway with Chamber,”
They exchanged glances with each other before Fade clapped you on the shoulder. “Good luck,”
You flashed them a smile before making a quick exit to your room. What had you silently agreed to? And better yet, what in the world were you going to wear?
Once you made it to your room, you began to rummage around in your closet. You weren’t even sure you owned anything Chamber would consider to be ‘nice’, it’s not like you needed that kind of clothing while out in the field. After an hour you finally accepted defeat and began seeking out the arms dealer.
Chamber was exactly where you thought he might be at this hour, settled in one of the plush side chairs in the kitchen with a cup of coffee. He finished a sip with a smile, watching as you approached.
“Do not tell me you’ve come to refuse my offer, I’ve already made arrangements,” Chamber set down his mug on the side table next to him.
“Not exactly,” you stood by him. “You requested I bring something nice, I don’t have anything like that,”
His grinned was knowing but soft, “that won’t be an issue, I can have something for you tomorrow,”
You knew Chamber very well, he didn’t bat an eye at price tags. And that was not something you would be able to pay him back for. “Oh no, I couldn’t ask you to-“
Your sentence was cut off as he grasped your wrist, tugging you into his lap. You squeaked.
“I see,” he mused, looking at the size tag of your shirt. “As I said, I’ll take care of it,”
“I’ll pay you back,” you half whispered unconfident, turning your head to face him.
“Nonsense, it’ll be a treat just seeing you in it,” he whispered back.
Your noses were so close they almost brushed each other. If you leaned forward you bet you could feel his lips against yours. Chamber seemed to almost be thinking the same thought. His hand traveled to the back of your neck, lightly pushing. Your lips barely brushed before you were interrupted by an awkward cough.
You practically jumped out of your skin from the intrusion. You untangled yourself from Chamber quickly, putting as much distance as you could between you and the brunette.
Phoenix was standing by the kitchen cabinets, uncharacteristically but understandably quiet. You’d feel awkward witnessing the same thing so you didn’t question the Brit’s silence. Looking back and forth from Chamber’s smug smile and Phoenix’s unreadable expression you silently excused yourself. You had no explanation for what just occurred and you doubted any explanation was going to satisfy Phoenix or save you from the embarrassment of being caught.
There was no doubt about it, you and Chamber had almost kissed.
“Stupid Chamber,” you hissed to yourself, speeding down the halls away from the kitchen. “He could have just asked what size, not pulled whatever stunt that was, and in public no doubt”
Raze and Killjoy who you had just sped by decided against questioning your flustered expression and red cheeks. “Maybe Phoenix-“
Their conversation was left in the dust as you made it back to your room. You were not leaving your room until Chamber came and got you tomorrow; you decided while tossing your half packed luggage off your bed.
Oh god. Tomorrow.
You were going to have to spend an entire vacation with Chamber after what just happened in the kitchen.
You rolled over on your bed, almost screaming into your pillow. It was all a game to him surely, he was just playing with you. Would you play back? Would you be okay with a one time thing?
The rest of the day and evening passed by with lightning speed leaving you with anxious thoughts about tomorrow. As you lay to sleep you couldn’t help but brush your fingers over your lips, was he actually going to kiss you? Or was it just for show? Your eyes slowly closed as sleep finally claimed you, leaving your questions to be answered another day.
You slept in late, it had to be about mid morning when you heard a knock on your bedroom door. It was Chamber, and he was calling your name.
“I’m up,” you replied groggily. You began dragging yourself out of bed and pulling clothes onto your body. When you opened your door the billionaire stood there as cheerful as ever.
“Come, the jet is waiting,” Jet?
He grabbed your hand dragging you through the compound. Half the protocol was still asleep, the only ones who witnessed Chamber dragging you around like a frivolous poodle was Sage who you hastily waved goodbye to. Where on earth could you be going that required a jet? As promised a sleek silver jet was just outside the compound ready to be boarded, Chamber helped you up and into the aircraft. The inside was nothing short of lavish, you didn’t expect anything less from him.
“Where are we going?” You asked fingertips trailing the gold decaling of one of the chairs.
“You’ll find out soon enough," was the only thing he said as he settled into his chair. You sat in the chair opposite of him.
After you had both buckled the jet started the take off sequence and you took this time to look at him. His usual blue vest was missing, instead it was just his white collared shirt and tie, and his gloves were gone as well. Your eyes trailed over his face. His brunette hair was still tucked back, you couldn’t help but wonder what that would look like messed up. The gold designs that started on his head and disappeared below his shirt, just how far did those marks travel. You got lost in thought glancing over his eyes, jaw, lips… lips that almost touched yours.
“Admiring the view?” Chamber’s voice snapped you out of your thoughts. He was amused, reveling in the attention you had unintentionally given. You felt your cheeks twinge in embarrassment.
“No, I was just thinking,” You snapped, trying not to look at him. “Wondering why you chose me to come along,”
It was too late however his ego had already been stroked.
He leaned forward, chucking lowly. “It’s okay to let your thoughts wander, chère. I’m not shy,” Chamber reached up undoing his tie, loosening it around his neck.
There was a soft bell signaling smooth air. He removed his seatbelt, standing from his chair.
The air was thick again, making it hard to breathe, to think. He advanced until he stopped directly in front of you. Chamber leaned down a hand resting on the arm of your chair, his free hand cupping your chin.
His face was incredibly close, he brushed a thumb over your bottom lip as he spoke. “This is your vacation as well, so anything you desire,” he quickly glanced down at your lips. “Is yours,” Chamber’s voice was low, sending an involuntary shiver down your spine.
Then without a second thought he removed himself, walking past your chair. You let out a breath you didn’t even realize you were holding. A warmth had pooled in the bottom of your stomach. You were going to die. This trip was going to be the death of you and it would all be to the fault of Chamber’s teasing.
He came back with two glasses of champagne, one for you and the other for himself. You glanced at the fizzy drink in your glass. It might as well be liquid gold, you were sure this cost a pretty penny.
As if he read your mind he murmured, “I only indulge in the best,” his eyes held a silent sentence. It didn't take a genius to figure out what he was saying.
You obliged, taking a sip from the glass. Chamber wasn’t joking it was indeed some of the best you’d ever had.
“Good girl,”
You weren’t even surprised at this point, you just chose to sit and refuse him and reactions out of embarrassment. Chamber reveled however, the way you trembled slightly, and your cheeks tinted was more than enough to know that he was getting to you.
The rest of the jet ride was fairly tame. A couple drinks,a light joke, and the occasional flirt. It was the most relaxed you had been in a while. You almost didn’t want to come down from the air. So when the seatbelt sign flashed you could help but feel disappointment. You buckled your belt and waited for the jet to start its descent.
Once it did you finally asked once more. “So where are we?”
“Home,” Chamber responded glancing about the window.
Quite honestly it was gorgeous outside but you couldn’t help but watch Chamber’s face. You could see the hidden fondness he held for such a place. You wanted to see more. The jet stilled beneath your feet. Undoing your seatbelt, you jumped up grabbing Chamber.
“Come on,” you tugged lightly on his arm. “Show me everything,”
He adjusted his glasses before allowing you to pull him away.
And everything did you see. Chamber showed you to some of his favorite sights, and ended it all with the shopping district; where you tried to not make your interest in anything show.
If your hand so much as brushed over some fabric, eyes lingered too long on a piece of jewelry it was snatched away and purchased by the weapons dealer who hovered behind you.
“Chamber really,” you sighed as he shoved a small gift bag into your hand. “They’re going to think you’re my sugar daddy or something,” you half joked. You were feeling quite serious about the accusation as you were starting to feel like some of the shop owners were giving you a knowing look.
“Is that such a bad thing?” He hummed, leading you away from the shops, to your relief.
“Well no but, I can’t possibly pay you back for any of this,” you looked up at him. At this point the sun had begun to lower in the sky, his arm was now wrapped around your waist bringing you to yet another mystery location.
“Consider it a gift, my treat,” He stopped in front of a grand building. “Chére, did you think I would invite you on a vacation and not allow you a taste of luxury? Enjoy them, they are yours to keep,”
You turned your head away a bit embarrassed. “Thank you,” you muttered.
“Good girl, now come,” his hand dropped from your waist, pushing open the door. “You can leave those here,” Chamber said, glancing at the bags in your hand.
You followed him out to a balcony where a small table overlooking the pier was set up with a fruit tray and two glasses of wine. The wine was chilled meaning someone else had set this up for you both. You chose not to question it, taking a seat at the table. Chamber sat across from you, you had felt his eyes undressing you for the last hour, and he was once again glancing you over. You brought the wine to your lips for a moment before hesitating. He’s already spent so much on you already today. You were starting to feel guilty.
“Again with this,” He sighed leaning forward. He was referring to the champagne on the jet. You quickly thought it over, wine would really hit the spot right now and he had already opened the bottle, you’d be just plain wasting it. You lifted the glass.
He waited until you had begun to drink before slowly saying, “If the glass isn’t up to your standards you could always drink from my lips, pet,”
Your eyes widened, spilling some of the wine from the glass with how quickly you yanked it back. The chilling wine was soaking through your clothes, and coating your skin faster than you thought. You could feel a warmth flush on your cheeks. You were practically at your breaking point with the teasing, if you didn’t have at least a little class you would have jumped him by now with the way he was treating you. The heat that had pooled low within you had been slowly building all day. Whether he wanted you to break or beg you weren’t sure.
Chamber seemed relatively unbothered by the wine spilling however. He didn’t seem surprised by your reaction either, in fact he almost looked like he expected it. He helped you up by your hand leading you to a large bedroom connected to a bathroom.
“I’ll set some clothes out for you,” he said before turning around.
“You can find some in my bag,” you called after him, but he had already disappeared. Oh well he knew what you meant.
He did not know what you meant. After your shower you stood in the doorway of the bathroom looking around for familiar clothes, while wrapped in a towel, but found none to be seen.
Your eyes finally landed on the outfit sprawled across the satin sheets of the bed. These were not the clothes you had packed with you. You had a feeling this was the nice outfit he had mentioned getting for you the previous day.
He made you spill the wine on purpose.
Admittedly the dress was gorgeous, silk, dark off the shoulder with a thigh slit paired with-
Your cheeks burned at the sight of them.
Paired with the dress was a set of golden lingerie. Your fingers gently grasped the lacy fabric. It was even in your size. Off to the side of the dresser you could see undergarments that you had packed folded neatly as an offering. It was a choice, and whichever you chose you knew Chamber would respect.
You dropped the lingerie back onto the bed. What happens on vacation stays on vacation, right? He was offering you a taste of luxury on this trip and that included him.
After getting dressed you exited the room. Chamber was waiting nearby “you look ravishing,” he purred softly. You watched his eyes glance over the golden strap that peeked out from your dress. You felt a grin against your skin as he kissed the back of your hand.
It turns out he had just one more surprise for you. The reason he had chosen to come back was not just because he had a home here. There was a charity ball he wanted to attend, something you couldn’t help but poke fun at.
“So you are a softy after all,”
He said nothing in return but the smile that had overtaken his lips never left, neither did the hand around your waist. The night was full of laughing, drinking, and dancing into the late hours of the night until you found yourself in his room with even more champagne.
The moon was full and bright, casting its cool tones over your body. You don’t remember exactly how you made it into this position, laying on his silken sheets Chamber standing between your legs. But you couldn’t complain, you wouldn’t complain. Your skin was abuzz, lit ablaze, you need his hands on you now.
The heels you were wearing had long been thrown in a random corner of the room; the dress on your body, albeit not cheap, felt like it could be torn off without a moment's notice.
“This is what you really wanted today hmm?” you purred, pulling him closer by the tie. “Was this your desire? Your taste of luxury?”
“Who could not desire you? You are a masterpiece,” Chamber whispered back, leaning down with your pull. “A beautiful creature such as yourself, I had to have a taste,”
His hand slid under your thigh, lifting your leg to wrap around his waist. As he did, the strap of your dress fell off your shoulder. You giggled feeling his lips against your collarbone.
“You’re being entirely too gentle Chamber, I’m not made of porcelain,”
“Vincent,” he corrected softly, in between butterfly kisses on your throat.
“Vincent,” your nails dug into his shoulders to enunciate your demand. “You brought me along to use me, so use me,”
He pulled back, staring for a moment into your eyes. When he saw no hesitation he moved away from your body, sitting in a comfy chair facing the bed.
“Undress, slowly,” He demanded, sipping from the flute of champagne. His glasses being set down beside him. His attention was fully on you.
You stood from the bed, the straps of the dress falling further down your shoulders. Reaching back you undid the zipper allowing the fabric to slowly drop, pooling by your ankles. You stepped out of the ring of silk, making your way to the chair.
Chamber watched with hungry eyes, drinking in the sight of you, setting the glass back down. His hands settled on your hips as you sat in his lap.
“Stunning,” he whispered admiring every detail of your body. His hands followed, memorizing every curve and dip. Before one stopped on the back of your neck. Like before in the kitchen he pushed lightly, this time there would be no interruption however.
Your lips smashed together with a mix of desire and lust. You didn’t even attempt to control it, letting him lead the kiss with a bit of passionate tongue.
When you finally pulled back the bit of air you sucked in burned. He wasn’t done however, bringing your lips back to his. Chamber was hooked, the sweet taste of the wine you had been drinking previously still on your tongue.
As you kissed his hand drifted between your thighs, ghosting over everything you craved for him to touch. Your hips bucked softly following his touch, grinding against him. He let out a soft noise, grabbing your hip to make you continue to grind against him.
Chamber’s hand moved from the back of your neck up into your hair, pulling your head back. His lips attached to your neck making marks with fervor. He relished in your cries.
“Your sounds are addicting, pet,” his low voice dripping with desire. “I crave more, I need to hear your pretty voice sing,”
His lips traveled over your collarbone, throat, and towards the top of your breasts. Every nip and mark had you trembling in his lap. Gently he pulled down the straps of the lingerie pulling the thin fabric down just enough to uncover your chest. His tongue swirled around the sensitive buds on your chest. It was entirely too much for you, you needed more. You grasped the fabric of his shirt.
“Vincent,” you whined breathlessly. “Too much clothes,”
Chamber pulled back to admire his work, your eyes dark and hair messy; the love marks on your skin were starting to darken, painting your skin in art of his own design.
“Undress me then, chére”
You slid off of his lap, allowing him to stand, your own legs wobbly. You moved slowly, loosening and removing his tie, unbuttoning his shirt and sliding it off his shoulders. Your hands traced over his shoulders and down his back, taking a moment to feel the lean muscle beneath as you trailed further and further down.
Chamber was amused by this. He liked being worshiped and admired.
Slowly you lowered yourself to your knees, fingertips teasing just above the waistband of his pants. He shivered under your touch, you knew he was above begging but it couldn’t hurt to try.
“Be good,” he murmured, squashing any of your thoughts.
Slowly you undid his pants tugging them down his thighs along with his boxers. He was achingly hard already, tip pink and dripping.
You slowly stroked him, teasing the tip with your tongue. Your thumb smeared the mix of your salvia and pre-cum around. Before Chamber could say anything about your teasing he hissed at the feeling of your mouth finally enveloping him. His hand flew to the top of your head for stability.
His voice was already strained and breathy, muttering quickly in French. You only took him a few times before he abruptly pulled you off. “I am sorry pet but I cannot wait any longer,”
He tugged you up for a quick kiss before pushing you back onto the bed, legs spread and arms resting by the sides of your head. Chamber pulled the loosened tie off of the side table where it had been tossed and fastened your wrists above your head with it. With your arms out of the way he pushed just below your knees, forcing your legs open further.
“I did say I had to taste,” he murmured, dropping down to his knees. You jolted feeling his tongue against your core. You cried out, back arching off the bed. Chamber began to use his tongue with such skill you thought you might snap on the spot. He was as he boasted, the very best.
You thought at first he meant he couldn’t wait to be in you, no he couldn’t wait any longer to devour you. He ate like he was starved. Your thighs had long closed on the side of his head to which he did nothing about. One of the arms that had been draped over your midsection moved down to assist the tongue that flicked and teased over your clit. Two fingers pressed in slowly, opening you up and curling against just the right spot.
Your body jerked as his lips suctioned onto your clit, sucking harshly. “Vincent,” you cried, your hands buried into his hair. He made a soft sound when you tugged lightly. His fingers pumped into you bringing you closer and closer. You whined his name again, this time as a warning.
Chamber did not slow down however, instead doubling his efforts. Every nerve sparked and you could have sworn you saw stars as you soaked Chamber’s face. His hand pet your sides comfortingly, allowing your thighs to relax on their own and drop from his face. Slowly he removed his fingers, making sure you held eye contact as he cleaned them of you with his tongue.
“You taste divine,” his words twisted your stomach.
Chamber slowly climbed onto the bed with you, any clothing that was barely hanging onto his body was now fully on the ground. Earlier he had called you a masterpiece, but you were fully convinced you were staring up at a god. The moon’s rays made him glow above you. You soaked him in, you surely wouldn’t mind if this was a nightly sight.
“If you keep staring at me like that, chére,” he leaned over your body, one hand on your hip, the other on your bound wrists. “I might not let you leave this bed,”
“I wouldn’t complain,” you whispered.
Chamber mouthed over the top of your throat, slowly pushing in. Your walls fluttered around him still sensitive from your climax before. He paused once your hips met and he was seated deep inside you. The grip he had on your hip was iron, he was attempting to regain himself. You were so warm and slick, your body felt like it was trying to suck him in deeper, deeper than he could go. He couldn’t let just yet, not this quickly, he had to savor you. The feeling of your legs wrapped around him, bringing him closer made him groan.
Chamber latched onto one of the marks on your neck before beginning his pace. Rough, quick thrusts of his dick had you melting into a puddle beneath him. He was quickly losing himself.
“So good,” he mumbled between thrusts. “So perfect,”
You flexed your wrists, wishing to grab onto him. You thought his back might look so pretty with your nail marks. Anything to ground yourself from the dizzy pleasure filled fog that was overtaking your head.
“You sound so pretty for me,” It was an orchestral masterpiece of your whines and whimpers. He chased your soft moans calling out to him. Harder. Faster. Use me. He was addicted to the feeling of you around him, his movements racing for both of your finishes.
Chamber released your bound wrists, grasping onto your hips to better hold you. With each thrust he pulled your hips down to meet his. You could feel your toes begin to curl.
“Please,” you begged softly. “Please, please” At this point you didn’t know what you were begging for. You just needed more of him.
Chamber grasped your jaw, smashing your lips together in a hot and heavy kiss. His free hand moving down to circle your clit roughly. Tears pricked in the corner of your eyes, the pleasure was almost too much. You threw your arms over his shoulders, scratching against his skin. White fire coursed through your body as that tight rope inside you snapped. You trembled and shook, every moan into the kiss being swallowed by him. Chamber wasn’t far behind, finishing with a low groan.
He pulled back from your lips, undoing your wrists and leaving gentle kisses down your jaw to your shoulder. Slowly he pulled out and left to grab a warm rag from the bathroom. You hissed at the rag brushing over sensitive places. Chamber tutted softly continuing his gentle motions of cleaning the sticky mess between your legs.
“Just a little bit more,”
The aftercare was soft and sweet. Chamber continued to whisper gentle praise as he cleaned your body and wrapped you within a soft blanket. You spent that night falling asleep on his chest listening to him breathe.
The next morning you both got coffee together, allowing his occasional kiss, and the hand that lingered on your waist. After a quick jet ride home you were back home at the compound and could confidently say you were a part of the mile high club. Chamber helped you down off the jet and followed to your room with the many items he had gotten for you the previous day.
“If you ever desire another adventure, you know where to find me, pet” he whispered in your ear before leaving.
You watched the backside of the billionaire and he headed down the hall, a little more pep in his step than usual.
“So how was the trip?” Fade and Deadlock happened to pass by your room just after he left.
You smiled, you could still feel his hands and lips all over your body. “It was…eventful,”
Another adventure would be in your future soon.
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