A gasp escaped me as he continued to thrust his hips, stroke my length, and with all of the sensations attacking me at once, I forced myself to focus on the dying man beside us.
I watched as the blood slowly seeped from the wound in his neck. The waterfall had ceased and somehow he was still alive. I could hear the wheezing sounds of him fighting to stay alive even though he knew he would lose the battle.
My eyes wandered down to his gnashed and gnawed cock, how half of it was missing and how dark, red blood continued to flow so freely from the assault.
How much blood had he lost? How was he still alive? Why is he still stroking me?
Taking a deep breath, I put my hands on Bates’ chest and shoved him away as roughly as I could.
“Babe, what the fuck?” he asked angrily, his tone thick, his body sleek with sweat.
I smacked his hand away from it as I tore my eyes away from Jensen, then finally looked into my lover’s eyes again.
“Lay back,” I instructed as I pushed the hem of my lingerie down, in an attempt to hide my torment. Bates grinned at me as he complied and propped himself up on his elbows.
Moving toward him, I gripped his cock, then began to slowly lower myself onto it.
“Goddamn,Hollis,” he breathed as I glanced at Jensen again.
I took a steadying breath as I began to roll my hips slowly. Bates may have been a vicious man when the moment called for it, but making love to him slowly and methodically always left him so fucking satisfied.
And that’s what I wanted to do for him.
I wanted to make him feel every bit the man that he was. I wanted to thank him for bringing an enemy to our door, for letting me extract a modicum of revenge, for making sure that mine was the last face that he saw before he started fighting for his worthless life.
Bates placed a hand on my hip, then used the other to fumble for my torment again, but I grabbed him quickly by the wrist and leaned down over him, shoving his hand onto the carpet.
“Don’t touch it,” I growled before I licked his lips. Bates smacked my hip gently and thrust his hips up a couple of times.
He was angry that I wasn’t letting him do what he wanted and he didn’t want to fuck gently anymore.
He wanted to be ravaged.
But I refused to give in.
His continued attempts to bring my torment to life, to keep it strong and prone was going to get him the opposite of what he wanted.
“Hollis, please,” he ground out as I continued to move my hips slowly.
I shook my head as I continued to focus on Jensen, gently rocking back and forth on top of Bates, feeling his cock filling me and throbbing with almost each and every roll of my hips.
Reaching up, I used the tips of my fingers to push the straps of the lingerie off so that he could watch my tits bounce while I rode him.
Bates loved them most of all even though they were small because they were mine. I grew them as one of the first steps to be the woman I always wanted to be, and he was so damn proud of me when I told him.
I let go of his hand and ran my hands up through the back of my hair as a moan escaped me.
Both of his hands were on my hips now, digging into the flesh as he sat up and licked one of my nipples, before taking it into his mouth and sucking hard.
I wrapped my arms around Bates, holding him tightly against me, with my hands on the back of his head. I rested my cheek against him as I rolled my hips a little faster, but not as quickly as he wanted.
I could feel my torment, still hard and prominent, pressed against him, but he didn’t care. He never did, and I know that should have been something that made me feel special.
“He’s dying,” I whispered when Bates gently bit down on my nipple. “It’s beautiful.”
Bates’ breathing was becoming erratic and I smiled. It had been so long since our last time together, that he was struggling to hold onto his ecstasy.
I moved my hips a little faster as Jensen’s breaths became even more uneven.