The next day, you jolted awake from your deep slumber, only to find that the ginger wasn't next to you on the wrinkled sheets. Was it all just a dream? No, it couldn't have been. You glanced about your surroundings, this was not your home. The sun was gleaming from the windows, and you realized that you must have been already hours late for school. You threw the blanket from your body and started searching about for your phone on the bed, but after a few moments looking around in vain, you realized that Jerome must have took it. Maybe that was for the best. You didn't know what you would say to your dad anyway, or if you would ever be able to look him in the eye after this, knowing what you did. He must have been worried sick, what did you get yourself into? How could you have let this happen?
Did you even want to come back? You didn't even know. Of course you wanted to come back, Jim and Leslie were your family, how could you not? But then how come you didn't have a problem with your phone being taken away, your only means of contacting them. You were not about to answer that question. With a sigh, you removed yourself from the bed and picked up the clothes that were thrown across the room last night, slipping your black blouse and plaid skirt back on in a hurry. You checked your hair in the vanity mirror, running your hands through the mess. When you were finished combing the locks with your fingers, you stared back at the marks of discoloration that covered parts of your neck. You could feel it on your hips as well, and you found that you didn't mind the ache in them, they were a nice reminder of the night before. You wanted to feel that way again, that sense of freedom, that addictive high when you were with him. There wasn't anything like it.
You left the room, wondering where the ginger had gone off to, and made your way downstairs with a yawn. When you reached the floor, your mouth nearly watered at the table adorned with breakfast foods, and you wanted to try a little bit of everything having so many choices. With a squeal, you walked over to seat yourself on a chair in front of the table. The moment you did, you heard a bussing cart being rolled in by a tall man in a luxurious suit with a tight-lipped smile on his face.
"Good morning," he greeted as he approached you, filling the rest of the table with more food. You were about to grab a doughnut from one of the trays before he showed up but you pulled your hand back, immediately remembering the kind of place you were staying at and how you should never take without permission. "No please, help yourself, you're our guest, didn't Jerome make that clear?" he said with a low, amused chuckle.
"Thanks," you replied with a small smile before reaching back to pick up the doughnut and taking a bite from it. "Is he still here?"
"No, Jerome went out, had some business to take care of," he stated briefly as he picked up a ceramic cup, lifting it up when he added, "tea or coffee?"
"Coffee please," you told him quickly, knowing what 'business' must have meant by now. "What business exactly?" you questioned, even though you knew the answer to that one.
"Oh you know boys his age, they like to have some rowdy fun, he'll be back later," he said with a smug smile, brushing you off. You were quick to piece together that this must have been the one that broke out Jerome and the others, you already didn't like him and his overly pleased-with-oneself demeanor. "He seems to be fond of you," he noted, his brows raising when he asserted, "judging from the noise last night."
"I'm sorry, so sorry, really," you told him, your cheeks heating up in utter embarrassment as you sunk down in your chair, nibbling at the doughnut.
"Oh no worries, like I said you're our guest, and you're welcome here," he replied. "Sugar and cream?" he asked, and you quickly nodded in response so he added them both in your cup of coffee before handing it to you. "Silly me, where are my manners? I'm Theo Galavan," he chuckled and reached his hand out for you.
You merely forced a smile when you grabbed his hand and shook it briefly. "Y/N, it's nice to meet you," the words rolled off your tongue awkwardly.
"Detective Gordon's daughter, correct?" he asked as he raised a brow, a smirk playing on his lips. You nodded as you took a sip of warm coffee from your cup. "Does he know you're here?"
Before you were able to answer, a young woman with golden locks skipped her way into the dining room, humming a tune as she picked up a waffle from one of the many plates on the table. You swallowed thickly, you knew she was one of the escapees in the Arkham breakout, and it had been so long since you last seen her. She was nothing like the kind, selfless woman you knew before. You recalled the good times you two spent together, how she would always take you out to shop with her, and the advice she would give you whenever you were having trouble with a boy or just problems in general. She was a friend. She was someone you once trusted. You wondered how someone could change just like that, how they could go from one thing to another almost in a blink of an eye. You didn't know who she was anymore.
She smiled at Theo before she whipped her head back to shoot you a glance, her eyebrows raised in surprise. "What is she doing here?" she asked in a sharp, vexed tone. "That's who the ginger picked up? Her, of all people?"
"Barbara, play nice," Theo warned, and Barbara rolled her eyes at that, mumbling something under her breath.
"So he fancies you? What did you do to attract him, huh?" she teased, taking a step towards where you were seated. You moved back and dropped the last bit of your doughnut on the table when she leaned in close. You didn't answer, just watched the way that devious smile formed on her lips. "Run while you still can," she advised in a ominous tone, and she added "he bites," when she took a bite from her waffle. "You must have a dark side, to want to be with that loony, to willingly stick around here with all the other freaks. You got a death wish or somethin'?" she asked, her brows raised inquisitively. You frowned at that, maybe she did have a point.
She cackled before she grabbed your cup of coffee and took a sip from it. "C'mon entertain me. How's Jimbo doing? Is he happy with his skank of a wife?" she questioned, and you shot her a glower before you turned away from her gaze. "He's bound to get bored of her, eventually, and then you'll be stuck with me again," she taunted, a wicked grin on her face.
When you made a move to stand up from your chair, Theo placed a hand on the blonde's shoulder and narrowed his eyes at her, silently telling her to stop.
"What has Jerome told you?" he inquired with a tilt of his head.
"You broke him out, correct?" you ignored his question by asking another one.
"Yes, that's correct," he affirmed. "I'm not going to regret saying that to the daughter of Detective Gordon, am I?" he added with a sly smile, his tone somewhat threatening, and you knew exactly what the outcome would be if you dare squealed on him.
You shook your head almost immediately before answering, "No, of course not."
"Good," he said, pleased with your response, setting the forks and spoons down beside the plates on the table with a clink. "I don't see us having any problems moving forward then."
Meanwhile, Jim was sitting by his desk at the precinct, worried sick about you. He was restless, hadn't been able to catch a blink of sleep when one of the police officers reported to him that Jerome had took you away and drove off. He couldn't stop thinking about the phone call, what Jerome was doing to you and how he was going to make him pay. The mental image of how scared and frail you must have been wouldn't leave his mind, it was haunting him every second of every hour. He thought you were coerced into what occurred last night, and he blamed himself for it. He blamed himself for everything. He couldn't do anything other than agonize over what was happening to you, and he couldn't bear the thought of losing you, no, he wouldn't be able to live with himself knowing that he didn't save you.
"We're going to find her, Jim, don't give up hope just yet," his partner reminded him across his desk. "I know we will, not a doubt in my mind."
Jim had his hands buried in his face, dark circles under his eyes as he mumbled under his breath, staring down at nothing in particular. "It's my fault, Harvey, it's all my fault. I never should have took her to that goddamn circus. Never should have let her get involved. Now that psychopath has her," he quavered.
"Hey, you can't beat yourself up over that, as your partner I won't let you," Harvey told him with a frown, knowing how deeply this was affecting his partner, and that it wasn't the time for jokes as much as he didn't like to take things seriously. "She's okay, she's a fighter, just like you. She's going to make it," he assured.
Jim shook his head, slamming a fist down on the desk, making it shake with the impact. "Dammit Harvey, that's not what I'm concerned about!" he snapped, his voice raising.
Harvey was stunned for a moment, and Jim took a breath before he continued on. "There was these pictures back at my apartment. The lunatic must have broke in somehow."
"What were the pictures?" Harvey asked curiously.
Jim didn't answer for a long moment as he rubbed his temple in frustration, thinking back to the horrifying pictures before he finally stated, "He's already had his way with her."
"Oh my god, Jim, I'm so sor-"
"That bastard is going to pay, I'll make sure of it. I'm going to kill him for this," he cut his partner off with a rasp.
"I'm with you on that, one hundred percent, we have to find that psychopath and kill him on sight. No way in hell is he getting away with this!" Harvey exclaimed in agreement.
"We have to find her Harvey, we have to. We could be running out of time. She needs our help," he urged.
Leslie couldn't go to work. She wasn't in any shape to take care of others, not when she was feeling this sick to her stomach about this ordeal. She just wanted you back home, safe and in one piece, hoping with everything she had that you would make it out alive. She was the one that discovered the photos in Jim's room, and she was absolutely horrified, that she instantly tore them from the wall and ripped them to pieces. She didn't know what to do with herself other than prepare for the worst, that she may lose you, the girl who she had come to love as her own daughter. Her hope was dying. Leslie needed to hear your voice, that was all she wanted, to know that you were still alive and breathing, that was all she could really hope for at this point.
It was rather late, and you spent most of the day trying to avoid Theo. The man was seriously starting to get on your nerves. You didn't have to worry about the others bothering you, because they followed the ginger, and you were thankful when Barbara joined them briefly after that unwanted encounter. You were just glad to be by yourself now. You didn't belong here. This wasn't where you were supposed to be. You were having seconds thoughts about everything. Maybe you should leave while you still had the chance, maybe you could find your way back.
You couldn't imagine what your parents must have been going through, and it felt so wrong that you weren't even trying to come back home to them. The thought didn't even seem to cross your mind. You didn't want to face your friends or your family after what you had done, it was shameful, you hardly recognized yourself in the mirror. The ginger was still gone. You knew what he was doing, that much was obvious. He was leaving his mark on the city, just like he told you he was going to. You couldn't think of that, no, you had to leave that part behind you. You had to forget about it, maybe that was the only way you could live with yourself and make it bearable.
To clear your head and relax, you made your way to the bathroom, stripping down from your clothes piece by piece before half-skipping your way to the glass door, twisting the knob to turn the water on. When the steam started to fill the air you smiled to yourself, gingerly sticking a foot in and testing the water with your toes, deeming it just the right temperature. The moment your body joined the rush of warm water, suddenly you felt like you could take it easy for once. You just wanted to stay in here as long as you possibly could. The sound of the rushing water surrounded you, soothing your bones and taking the stress of everything away with it down the drain. You basked in the heat with your eyes clamped shut for so long you had no idea how much time had passed, nor did you care. Your hair stuck tight to your face, eyelashes dripping as you smiled softly and angled your head to reach more of the water.
With a satisfied, deep sigh you reached out for the body wash, lathering it all over your skin languidly. The thick white foam smelled like cherry blossom, and you hummed to yourself as you took your sweet time in bathing, hands gliding slowly down each arm, your legs, around your waist, up to your breasts. The instant your palms brushed your nipples you felt a sudden jolt of arousal spread through you, making you suck your lower lip in as the thoughts of last night filed your head. You missed him so much already, and he hadn't even been gone long. You just wanted to see him again, and feel his touch, let him use you as he pleased. If only he was here, maybe at least you could pretend he was.
You rinsed yourself off quickly before you positioned yourself against the tiled wall under the stream. With your eyes shut tight, you allowed your body to relax, your hands and mind drifting in sync. You couldn't stop thinking about last night, how he ravaged you, the way he filled you up just right, or that dark gaze when he knew he had you right where he wanted you, with just that look you were completely spellbound and willing to do whatever it was he told you. He proved to be all you anticipated and more, everything you could have ever needed in your life, only more dangerous.
A pleasant tingle shot straight to your core and you moaned, heart aching with your desire for him. You missed him, there wasn't any point of trying to deny it or fight it anymore, this was what you wanted, you had to accept that truth. Your breathing came in puffs as your hand slid between your slippery thighs, uttering a soft sigh when you found the nub nestled against your curls, wasting no time pressing down. The slow, lazy circles made you shiver, your whole body humming as your other hand clumsily grabbed your breast and squeezed, massaged, before pinching an erect nipple, and the tandem sensations left you buzzing and hazy with lust.
"Jerome..."
His name fell from your lips shamelessly again and again as you started to rock your hips from the wall slowly while you glided your fingers up and down on your clit, thinking back to the way he touched you to keep you going. The way he could use those long fingers drove you crazy, it was almost too good. You were painfully aware of the fact that your touch could never measure up to his, but that didn't stop you and you kept up a steady back and forth motion because this was all you had for now. Your insides tensed up deliciously, and with the frantic rubbing you were becoming so much slicker, but it still wasn't quite enough.
Without wasting another second, you stretched your hand out for the shower head. It was such a fancy and luxurious bath so you found out that it could spray from other angles. This would have to do, for now, you were willing to settle for anything just to get off. You nudged the nozzle impatiently, switching the spray so that the water came out in swirls, and you allowed the water to spurt down your neck, chest, stomach, hips, and then right down to where you needed it most.
You emitted a loud squeaking noise from the sensation that ended in a pleased, drawn out sigh. The consistent flow of warm water circled your clit with an intensity that took some time adjusting to. You were quick to writhe about as you tried to find the perfect distance and angle, too close was overwhelming and uncomfortable while too far didn't do much of anything for you, but with a few more attempts you found just the right place for the water to pour over, and you instantly relaxed as your eyes drifted shut once more. You couldn't get the image out of your head of him kissing you last night, that deep, all-consuming delectable kiss that stole your breath away. The way his teeth sunk into your lower lip and his tongue darted in your mouth, the way he laughed and moaned against you, that dark laugh that held such promise, how he would flick his finger across your swollen nub over and over while he kept his lips locked on yours, the way he would say your name, all ragged and breathy, full of sin.
Those thoughts made you suck in hot breaths and helplessly keen. Your moans rose in volume, the sound echoing and bouncing off the walls. Your abdomen tightened up once more and heat coursed through your veins. You lowered the shower head down because the angle you settled at wasn't enough anymore, and a gasp fell from your lips upon the sudden spiking surge that came with it. Your nub was swollen and puffy while your center was very slippery from your arousal. A trembling hand reached down past the gushes of water as you tried to push your fingers inside of yourself. You were so desperate to be filled, your clit was pulsating and your limbs were vibrating. You needed him so bad. Where was he? He could make everything better if he was just here.
With a whimper, you moved the shower head even closer so there was barely a distance.
Your head tilted back on the wet wall as you settled on this angle, panting heavily under your breath as you cried his name mixed in between with those soft, squeak-gasps. Your knees started to fail you as you struggled to stay upright, your quivering fingers managing to slip between your folds while you bit down on your bottom lip, whining involuntarily as the pressure in your stomach started to coil with abandon, and within seconds you were about to-
"Keep going dollface, don't mind me."
Your eyes snapped open the second you heard that oh-so familiar voice, and you nearly tumbled over from surprise, barely catching yourself as your whole body shook from the near-climax that was about to erupt. A very real and present Jerome stood stark naked across from you, eyes dark and lids hooded as he gazed at you. The door to the shower was fully opened and he stepped in with a vile smirk playing on his lips as he flicked his tongue across them. You noticed there was dots of blood stained on his face, and the sight of it made you swallow thickly. Your heart was hammering away at your chest as you struggled to find your voice.
The jets of hot water soaked his whole body, his auburn hair dripping in front of his eyes as he stared you down with a feral lust, taking a step towards you as you stayed close to the wall. You remained gaping at him with wide eyes and mouth parted in shock as well as embarrassment. He wasn't supposed to see that. You thought he would still be out, that you would at least have enough time to finish.
"Jerome, I-"
"Looks like someone missed me," he sang in approval, chills running up your spine in response. Of course you did.
You were still rendered speechless, unable to find your words which only made him chuckle. You tried not to stare at his silky, smooth pale skin, his lean torso, or the freckles dusted over his body, or the way his lips curved into a wide, dangerous smirk. You tried. When it was all you could look at. You hardly noticed when he took the shower head from your grasp and replaced it in the holder, setting the spray back to normal while never breaking eye contact with you even for a moment.
For a few moments, he stood in front of you, simply observing you. He eyed you up and down, you could feel wherever his eyes were on you, and then his fingertips brushed past your jawline, trailing down along your neck, across your shoulders and arms. Then in an instant he snatched your wrists in a firm grip, nudged his knee between yours, and left you utterly exposed for him. There was a split-second of a sharp, roguish grin, and the next thing you knew his teeth caught the sensitive skin under your ear and you whined from the back of your throat, immediately bucking against him.
His hold on your wrists grew tighter as he locked them on the wall above your head. Then he pressed his weight against you to anchor your waist down. The nip turned into a sharp, stinging suck, leaving a bright red mark under the skin, and the heat pooled deep around your stomach. He loved leaving marks on you, claiming you, making sure you knew that you were his.
"So is that what you did while I was away at Arkham? Is that how you got by without me? Don't worry, doll, I'm here now," he murmured against the shell of your ear, taunting you in a sinfully low voice.
"No I didn't-"
He shushed you with a laugh and a finger to your lips. Jerome pulled back enough to bore his gaze into your own, his eyes so piercing that you felt like your heart speed up even more so. The intensity made you weak in the knees, your thoughts muddled into only your desire for him and the need you felt for him to touch you anywhere, just anything would be good enough as long as it came from him. His broad grin widened, and you shivered in anticipation.
"Don't you worry, I'm here to help, baby doll."
The purr mixed in with the term of endearment seared you and you had to suck on your lower lip to hold in the moan that threatened to spill out. Jerome dipped down, bringing your wrists with him which he re-anchored beside your hips, and without a moment's warning, his mouth was settled upon your heated, aching sex.
You couldn't help the whine that escaped your parted lips and you thrust your hips but then he pushed you back, tongue languidly laving from the bottom to the top of your slit as he groaned against your flesh. He lapped at your folds with that smooth tongue of his, pushing it past your entrance and rolling it against the bundle of nerves. He was selfishly and hungrily trying to get every bit of your juices that he could reach while your faced burned and your insides twisted. Your soft, breathy whimpers were like music to his ears, and only spurred him on.
His nose nuzzled your damp curls and he inhaled deeply, exhaled with a low sigh and then his chin tilted up, bringing his tongue with it to trail over your bud. A hot surge went through you from that single point down every nerve in your body and you moaned so sharply from the way his tongue toyed with your clit so cruelly, like he was going to take as much time as he could drawing this out because it was so much more fun to torture you instead of giving you everything you wanted.
"Taste so fucking good," he whispered in a rasp. "So sweet."
His tongue flicked and brushed against your clit with sinfully practiced, teasing motions, occasionally circling and then always dipping back in to taste you again. You squirmed about as he slithered it around your palpitating sex, making sure there wasn't a single spot he missed.
"Jerome, please, I need to come, please," you pleaded around heavy, labored breaths.
Those words made him stop in his movements. You whined from the back of your throat and looked down at him; his cheeks were comfortably tucked between your thighs, and you could only see his hooded, lust-filled eyes gazing up at you. His brows quirked, and you bit down harder on your lip in embarrassment. He hummed and laughed against your swollen skin, a sensation that rumbled straight through you.
"Want that, huh," he chuckled. "You," he murmured as he whipped his head away, and a draft of cold air escaped against your skin where his face had been, "can and will wait until I say you're allowed to come, doll. My rules."
The dark promise only made more thick stretches of heat ball up in your core, and with that, his mouth was on your sex once more with a fervor that left you completely at his mercy. His tongue probed again and again and by the time he started sucking away on your clit, you were lost in every sensation, your body quivering with every skilled movement of his tongue while his fingertips grazed against your dripping entrance.
"Give me some pretty words, baby doll, wanna hear you," he murmured.
"Please, I... need your tongue, Jerome, feels so good," you replied in a whimper. "Please keep going, please."
He hummed in response. He seemed to know every single time you were on the verge of orgasm, and took great, sadistic pleasure in pulling away to kiss and suck and nip at your thighs and all around until you came back down enough for him to resume. The sensations compounded until the air was filled with nothing but your stuttered, breathless cries mingling with his name. Soon enough the breaks he had to take hardly spaced out, and you were so unabashedly loud with your need for him to just let you come that you hoped he would take pity on you.
"Tsk, tsk, careful now," he purred before a breathless laugh slipped out. Suddenly your wrists were free from his grip and his hands grabbed hold of your hips instead to keep you in place. And now, his previous attentions paled in comparison to the abandoned ferocity he unleashed on you. It was clear that he was giving you permission to come. With the way his tongue was rolling fast and hard against your pearl, up and down, back and forth, you knew any second now you were about to burst. "Fuck, I love this," he breathed out.
After so much of that painstakingly slow, cruel build up, you couldn't bear it any longer. A shrill cry fell from your lips, and it was deafened by the sound of your blood pumping rapid and heavy in your head. Belatedly, your hands took advantage of their freedom and gripped at his wet hair, yanking him by it as the yearning in your core became tighter. Then the edge approached so quickly that your whole body shook with it, nails digging into his scalp. With one filthy groan into you and another circle of his tongue, you helplessly toppled over it.
Then all at once, your moans turned silent and your nails clung on his scalp as you squirmed against the wall, and still he held you up with his tongue pulsing rhythmically on you as you rode out your climax. The spiraling heat shot through your entire body, and wave after wave crashed over you until you were boneless. Your fists slowly loosened, and the very steamy room gradually came back into shaky focus as you blinked away tears at the corners of your eyes. Jerome was already upright and kissing you deeply before you could manage to think clearly.
"Fuck, you're so much fun, dollface," he whispered in a husky voice against your lips before he crushed them upon your own. His hands skimmed up your body impatiently, and it was clear that he missed the feel of your skin, too. "I could eat you out all day. I don't think I want you to ever leave, you're staying with me."
Your heart beat harder in your chest upon his words, and then opened your mouth to reply but then his mouth covered yours once more, lips swollen from his earlier attentions. When his tongue slipped against yours, you tasted yourself on him and melted into the heated lip-lock. You couldn't help but moan as you felt his erection push against your stomach, he was so hard and throbbing and you were dizzy with need.
The water beat down upon you two and the steam rose in delicate tendrils around your bodies. You breathed in the steam, letting the heat warm your insides. He scooped you up by your ass and slammed your body against the wall as he held you tight in his strong arms. You could feel and hear his already-ragged breathing and then suddenly his tip was at your entrance, slowly parting you open and making a groan escape his parted lips. His self-control was at an all-time low. He needed this as much as you did. You knew that.
The head of his member was barely in when you heard him mutter, "fuck it" under his breath and then suddenly every hard, swollen inch of him was shoved inside of you, filling you to the brim. His voice was tight as he uttered your name, eyes pinched shut. You threw your head back against the wall as your hands reached forward to grip his shoulders. From the first stroke he was in to the hilt, pressing as far into you as your core would let him. You felt so full, and from all the previous attentions you were more than ready when his thrusts came brutally deep and fast, making sure he bottomed out every single time his hips met yours.
He knew how much more sensitive you were after you came, and you loved and hated him for it as he slammed you back into the wall each time he rammed himself back inside your entrance.
"Shit," he rasped, "your cunt feels so fucking good."
"Jerome, oh god," you cried out, making him chuckle and lean in to bite your lower lip, sucking on it briefly before pulling your thighs up and around him. The angle shifted and abruptly he was hitting that sweet spot inside of you that made you see stars and any remaining sense you had left went straight out the window.
"Oh fuck, yes, right there, don't stop, please don't stop," you pleaded between broken sounds.
"Didn't plan on it, doll," he crooned before he emitted a strained groan. Your shoulders trembled as you hips tried to get closer to his, so you could get him in deeper somehow. When your walls engulfed him whole, and he knew you were about to burst again, his frantic motions came to a halt, making you whine in desperation. He slipped his member away from your entrance and then suddenly barked out, "Turn around and face the wall, now."
He raised his hand and made a twirling motion with his finger to punctuate what he meant and you followed it, turning to face the tiles without hesitation, only to be pressed up against them instantly. You felt the firmness of his chest meet your back, and he affectionately licked stray droplets from your shoulder before biting down and sucking at the same time his length entered you once again.
His hands roamed your body, and you immediately leaned into his touch when one grabbed your breast and the other made its way down between your legs to brush against your overly sensitive clit. You felt the rumble of his dark, quiet laugh as you writhed against him while gasping helplessly, and he paid you no mind as he kept up his harsh, punishing pace. You were ready to comply to his every whim. He pushed the nape of your neck down with a hand to curve into the wall so your ass jutted out for him to grope and position you however he pleased.
You couldn't fathom how he was able to stay so composed, the pit of your stomach was in knots that continued to swell up as a second orgasm was building up higher and higher just from the lightest touch of his fingers. The intensity of it all was too much for you. All you could do was push back into him and moan at every overwhelming sensation, unable to form any words apart from his name as you clawed at anything you could reach that was in front of you.
"Good girl, fuck, that's it" he cooed, "almost there..."
You felt your walls clamp down around him and he hissed in response. His thrusts turned into a more uneven, frenzied pistoning, every slam forward caused a friction that you couldn't get enough of, and his long rolled against your clit with a precision that had you wildly rocking into him.
"You're not allowed to come yet, not until I say," he breathed the order out against your ear in a rasp that sent a shiver racing down your spine. You cried out in frustration and it took everything in you not to burst right then and there, but still you obeyed, following his every wish without question.
His member felt so stiff inside your wet heat and you could feel the growing lack of control in his erratic, unrestrained movements. He was barely pulling out of you now, but each thrust back in was so ruthless. His swollen head slammed into that particular spot that made your whole body twist and turn with it. You were so warm and wet and so close and tight, bucking back into him as he pounded you against the tiles. He increased both pace and force, gritting his teeth as he held back his climax under the greater friction.
His long fingers were frantic and you would have buckled if he hadn't been pinning you to the wall. And then after a few more pumps of his hips, a few more deep thrusts, he demanded in a breathy whisper, "Come. Fucking come for me."
With that, you screamed his name and your walls clenched tighter around his member, your climax rushing through you as he tumbled over the edge with you. His fingernails dug into your shoulders as he gasped your name out, strangled, and into your neck. You felt his member twitch and throb repeatedly just as the warmth of his fluids spilled deep into you, filling you in just the way you needed it.
He continued pounding into you as he rode out his orgasm, and yours lasted with his, only fading when his movements finally ceased, leaving the sparks of electricity to become faint tingles in your skin. The room was spinning, your body went slack, and you were on cloud nine, and apparently so was he. With a disbelieving groan from him and a breathy, loud sigh from you, he slumped against your body over the wall so you two were tangled up in one another.
The water was still running, though it was only lukewarm now, and Jerome had yet to let go of you. He hummed low and contentedly in his throat, completely spent, and loosely wrapped his arms around your waist to keep you upright while his chest pressed tight against your back. Without giving it much thought, you turned your head back and planted your lips upon his. He returned the kiss, lips crushing your pair while they shaped together so perfectly, a low possessive sound bubbling in his throat.
Maybe there was a freedom to being with Jerome. Maybe this was what you wanted all along, not to be the little girl that everyone was looking after and felt the need to protect. You were someone else when you were with him. You wanted to stay with him. You wanted him. Maybe there was no going back, and maybe this was where you were supposed to be, maybe you belonged right here, with him.
"You're stuck with me," he breathed. "You're all mine," he added.
"I'm yours."