Page 25 of King of Jokers

“I need you to move, Jack. God, please, move.” She begged and I couldn’t have denied her if someone was holding a gun to my head. The need to thrust into her innate, an organically raw coming together of two beings who were always destined to meet.

She scratched her nails down my back as I sucked on her neck, certain I would be leaving marks and not caring in the least. She felt fucking exquisite, her pussy hugging my cock so tight as if terrified to let go and it only intensified my speed.

Her little moans with every thrust sent me wild, my mouth kissing her in every place it could land. Marking her as mine.

“Your pussy was made for me, Win,” I said before taking her nipple in my mouth, my hips still slamming against hers. Her audible groans were the only cheer squad I’d ever need as she gripped at my back, her legs wrapping around me to bridge any gap between us.

“Tell me you’re mine.” I pleaded, not caring if it was only for tonight, but desperate to hear her say it all the same.

“I’m yours, Jack,” she said, her breaths heavy. “I’ve always been yours.” She added, the sincerity in her words sending me into the abyss as my balls tightened and I exploded inside her, causing her to detonate underneath me at the same time.

“Fuckkkkk,” I ground, ramming into her until we both rode our release to the very end.

I didn’t move, instead lapping at her, pushing the sweaty strands of hair from her forehead and memorising every tiny mark of her chest, the dark pink of her still taut nipples.

Her hands lazily ran up and down my back, as she occasionally twitched, her legs still locked around me. Maybe she didn’t want this to end either. Maybe it didn’t have to end.

“Technically, it is still night for a few more hours,” she hummed. “Can I stay?” She asked, answering every prayer I’d ever sent skyward, my dick instantly hardening again in response.

I awoke the next morning alone. My stomach dropping before I saw a note on the pillow beside me telling me Winter had gone into town for breakfast supplies.

My body cracked as I slowly stood and stretched. The note was a reminder that last night did in fact happen and we’d crossed every line ever erected in the spirit of friendship. The sun was awake, which meant any thoughts of taking her again the second she walked in the house were off the table and I was disappointed to say the least.

Things had irrevocably been altered. Our plan to maintain our friendship remained the same, but the no feelings part, at least for me, was laughable. The last few weeks had been the ultimate test of willpower as I did everything I could not to claim her. After the night on the beach, hearing her moan my name, I realised there was no way I could go any further without admitting to myself this was everything I wanted.

I was leaving in less than a week and this time it would be with a severely heavy heart. Because as much as I had tried to lie to myself, last night cemented with the utmost clarity – there was no one else. There never had been. I fucking loved her and she had absolutely no idea.

She asked for passion – inspiration to stimulate ideas and motivate her fictitious worlds. I should have said no, knowing what it was going to do to me, to finally have what I’d longed for only to have to let her go. Again.

Reaching for my phone which I’d charged yesterday after a few days of leaving it off, I noticed a sleuth of text messages from the boys. The last alerting me to an imminent influx of visitors to Willow Bay if I didn’t send sign of life.

Jack

Don’t you pricks have anything better to do than harass me?

I grinned around a yawn as I headed to shower before Win returned.

Another inundation of messages greeted me when I stepped out and I scanned them as I headed downstairs.

Jay

You’ve been MIA for four days, little J. You finally claimed that woman of yours?

Andy

He wouldn’t have the balls.

Cooper

I need a picture.

Jay

Just scroll his socials, she’s the star of his timeline.

Sebastian

You all talk too much shit.

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