Page 52 of Lolli-Gag
“I heard you scream,” he says, and my throat tightens.
“I was scared,” I confess. The words taste rotten coming out. His hands slide to my waist, and I shiver.
“I know.”
“I hate that,” I say, and he nods. “You weren’t supposed to know.” And his eyes widen.
“Too bad,” he growls, and I laugh. He moves closer, settling in between my legs, his warm body crowding my space, then presses his forehead against mine. The air changes, and the alarms fade. The whole institution folds itself into the space between his mouth and mine. “You’re shaking,” he says.
“So are you,” I counter.
“I’m pissed.”
“I’m not.”
“Liar,” he accuses like it’s a dare. So, I take it and kiss him first. It's not soft. It’s teeth, breath, and hands gripping too hard then gentling the last second. It's his body pressing into mine like he needs proof I'm not another hallucination. It’s me grabbing him and pulling him closer because, if this is a dream, I want to ruin myself in it before I wake up.
He groans against my lips and it goes straight through me. His hands cup the back of my neck, and I laugh into the kiss, causing him to pull back enough to glare at me.
“You’re loud even when you’re quiet, Rampage,” I tell him as his thumb drags along my jaw, making me moan.
“Good,” he breathes, and his mouth finds mine again, only harder this time. The crate creaks beneath me as one of his hands grips the shelf beside my head, rattling the old bottles. The other pulls at my pants.Yes. Fuck yes.He rips them down, then cups my pussy with his large hand.
“Are you wet for me, Little Riot?” he asks, and I whimper against his mouth as his fingers peel my lips apart. My body shivers when his thumb flicks my clit, so I drag my nails downhis chest and into his pants, gripping his cock. “Fuck, baby. I want to be inside you,” he growls, making me giggle.
“I want to feel you stretch me, Rampage,” I tell him as he sinks a finger inside me, making me gasp. His other hand wraps around my throat as his lips once again find mine, sucking my tongue into his mouth. I tighten my hold around his cock, pumping him faster, causing his body to riddle with goosebumps. He groans when my thumb swipes across his tip, spreading his precum.
My pants fall further down my legs, and I kick them to the side. He releases my throat only to use both hands to slap my thighs and lift me, pressing me against the shelves.
“God damn, Little Riot. I need to fuck this tight cunt now!” he groans as I rub the tip of his dick against my entrance.
“Then do it!” I command as he bites his bottom lip, never taking his eyes off me, then he slams into me, causing my head to smash against the shelf above me. Objects fall around us, but he still never takes his eyes off of me. My nails sink into his arms as I roll my hips, meeting him thrust for thrust.
“So fucking tight, Lolli—fuck!” he groans, and I giggle.
“You feel so good, Jagger. So fucking good,” I tell him, and he snaps his hips, pounding into me harder and harder. “Oh god. Fuck!” I yell, but he smashes a hand over my mouth.
“Shh, you have to be quiet,” he growls as he pulls all the way out, only to slowly sink back in. My eyes roll, and he growls again.
“Look at me,” he commands as my eyes snap back to his. I roll my hips and my body trembles. His fingers reach between us and he pinches my clit, causing me to see stars. I tighten around him, holding him inside me. “Fuck! Cum for me!” he commands as he pinches my clit again then slaps it, and I cum so fucking hard around him, my entire body convulses and I scream into his hand. “Shit, fuck! I’m cumming,” he roars, then I feel hiscock twitch, filling my cunt with his seed. His movements slow as we pant, trying to catch our breath. He kisses my lips softly and I moan, but then the door opens, and Jagger turns, pulling himself out of me quicker than expected. A shadow slips inside quietly.Vinny.
Jagger’s whole body changes as he reaches down for my pants, handing them to me. “Wrong room,” he growls as Vinny closes the door behind him. I put my pants on, watching the scene unfold. Vinny’s eyes flick towards me, then to Jagger, then back to me. He notices everything. The way my fingers clutch at Jagger’s side, and the way Jagger looks like he’s ready to tear his spine out through his throat.
“We need to move,” he says, and Jagger lets out a humorless laugh.
“Do we?” he asks.
“Yes.”
“Funny… looks like you came alone,” Jagger accuses, but Vinny’s gaze doesn’t shift.
“I did,” he says, and Jagger steps forward.
“Why?” he asks as the air tightens. I step away from the crate, but Jagger’s arm immediately moves back, keeping me behind him.Why do I like this?Vinny looks at me, not at Jagger.
“Room seven,” he states, and my stomach twists.
“What’s in room seven?” I ask, and he pauses. That’s how I know I won’t like it.
