Chapter Sixty-Six: Colour Me

“Is that the last of it?” Jon asked her as Josh bought in another bag and carried it up the stairs.

“Yea, I only bought three bags in the end. That should be enough for now.” She smiled and sat down on the edge of the couch. He slipped Josh a note as he left and he nodded.

“Thanks boss, see you at eight.”

Jon had re-employed Josh who was a bodyguard from touring with the band to stand in as security part-time while they worked out what was happening with Jared. He had accompanied Devon to her apartment and collected some of her things so she could stay in the shorter term but in all honesty Jon didn’t care if it was permanent. He would prefer it actually.

“I should unpack.”

“Come on up to the bedroom I’ll show you where you can hang your clothes.” Jon waited for her to stand up and took her hand.

“My casa is your casa now.” He pressed his lips to hers as they went up to the bedroom. He pushed open the door to the walk in closet. “Anywhere in here is fine.”

“It’s a little insane. This is probably the size of my bedroom.” She quipped as she took a stroll through the wardrobe which was equipped with dressing room mirrors and lights. Dorothea had always wanted them but with the amount of public appearances he did it was handy for him.

“And you know the bathroom is just through there so feel free to spread out.” He scratched his neck as she hung some of her dresses. He was still in two minds about telling her father about Jared’s text message to Devon. He saw her point about keeping it under wraps until they knew what he wanted but then they weren’t qualified to play these games. They weren’t cops and they certainly weren’t equipped to do this. What if he came after them? Wanted her? He didn’t have a gun and he wasn't about to get one. Or should he? He wanted to be able to protect them if it came to that but hell...he wasn’t ready for this.

Jon picked up one of her bags and unzipped it. He grinned as he pulled out a bright blue lacy bra. “Well, I picked the right bag.”

Devon rolled her eyes and tugged a drawer open. “They can go in there since you’re so keen to look at them.” He glanced as she bent over and her curvy ass poked out.

“Look at them, rip them off with my teeth. Same difference I guess.” He joked as he laid them into the drawer. The satin and lace was smooth under his fingertips. “So, what colour are you wearing now?”

She cocked a brow as she hung her last dress up, slid the slider shut and tied back her hair. “Wouldn’t you like to know.”

“I would actually.” He came up behind her and wrapped his hands around her and smoothed them over her flat stomach as they faced the full length mirror. His cock rubbed against her perky ass and he murmured against the side of head.

“Red?”

She bit on her lip as his hand slid down over the short black skirt she had on. “Nope.” She had amazing legs and again was wearing cute blue heels that matched her top.

His finger traced up her inner thigh and she trembled in his grasp. “Blue?”

“Wrong again.”

He closed his eyes and breathed in her sweet scent as he nosed into her hair and his fingers slid up under the skirt. “Do I get a hint?”

“Oh god.” His other hand slid up over the water soft curve of her breast. The nipple puckered instantly against his hand and her head fell back against his shoulder. Silk brushed against his fingertips under her skirt and she groaned.

“Pink? Like those pretty pink lips of yours that I love around my cock.” He accentuated into her ear and grinned as her body vibrated against his. The glint of her ring caught in the light as she lifted her arm up and draped it up behind his neck.

“Not pink.” She breathed as his fingers moved into the soft folds of her sweet spot. She was warm and inviting and his fingers coated in her sex. He hardened instantly.

“Hmmmm.” His teeth scraped along her neck. “Can’t be virginal white. We know that’s not you at all. Is it?”

“Nope, I’m a bad girl.”

He chuckled at how fast it escaped her lips. “Yes you are my love. Yes you are. Open your eyes. I want to see you in the mirror.”

She opened her eyes and their gaze met as he tweaked her nipple. Her lips parted as his finger sank deeper inside her.

“Purple? Like the sex goddess you are?”

His blood pumped hard into his cock. His fingers wound into his hair and as she shuddered.

“No, I’m close.”

He tugged her skirt up and the flash of black silk and lace unravelled him, right in the gut.

“Black huh? I should have known. But the question is...” His hand slid up her top, revealing her perfect skin as hit the perfect round curves of her bra. He smirked. “Matching.” He lifted the top up over her head and rested his eyes back at her breasts, snug and full in her silky bra. Sliding down further he took her skirt down leaving the just lace and skin staring back at him.

He groaned dipped down and kissed the dip where her neck met her shoulder. “You're beautiful.”

Her eyes met his again in the mirror and burned with the same desire that coursed through his veins. “Hands out against the mirror.” He instructed.
She leaned forward so her ass dug into his crotch and steadied herself against the mirror. He had a full view of her body and her breasts. He undid his jeans and pushed down her panties for access from behind. He watched her mouth open and heard the soft gasp leave it as he pushed his cock into her.

He gripped her hips as he drove into her and her breasts bounced in her reflection. It was the hottest thing he’d seen and the angle in the mirror showed it all. He watched as her fingers curled tighter around the edge of the mirror as he slid in and out of her. His cock was slick with her juice and he slapped against her each time he thrusted.

“Oh yes, Oh god!” Her shouts echoed in the tiny space of the closet as he only drove harder inside her.

She bowed and shook as she screamed through an orgasm, her knuckles white from gripping the mirror. He grunted as he was close and as their gazes locked she caught her breath. He was tight and he was ready to explode inside her but came to a screaming halt as she spoke.

“Come on me.”

“Wh-What?” He asked. She stood up and his cock slid out from her as she kneeled in front of him and let her bra straps fall down her arms.

“Come on me. “

Fuck me.

His chest screamed and his cock pulsed as she took in in her hands and pumped him. “You know you want to.”

He hadn’t come all over a girl since he was young. And fuck if it wasn’t the hottest thing for a guy to do. She was giving him unlimited rights.

“Bra off.” He demanded as he grabbed his cock and pumped it and the light blinded him. He spilled all over her breasts as she tipped her head back and let him release. His throat was hoarse from shouting as every last drop poured out.

“Oh shit.” He panted as she dragged him down to the floor. She slammed him flat on his back and he groaned in pain but not for long as she slid back onto his cock. She leaned over him, slick with his cum and kissed him on the lips.

“Need you again.” She breathed into his mouth as she rocked above him. His cock swelled inside her as his fingers dug into her hips as she rode him.

He peaked early, unable to even think as the next orgasm rolled through them both. “Devon, oh shit Devon.” He panted as he exploded inside her, skin slapped against skin, sweat mashed against sweat as she came on top of him, arched back and called his name.

They lay stunned, her against his chest as he struggled to breathe. His head screamed and his throat could kill for a bottle of water.

He rolled her onto her side and brushed back her hair. “I’ve either broken my back or cock.” He whispered.

“Hottest thing...ever.” She whispered as they lay like wounded soldiers on the floor.

His fingers ran softly along her lips before he kissed them. “Remind me to help you unpack more.”

She wrapped her arms around his neck as he rolled them, this time she was flat on her back and he was on top of her, kissing her. Her soft mouth, down the majestic curve of her neck and down salty skin to the centre of her breast bone. He was spent, his back was going to be fucked but he didn’t care. Right at this moment he didn’t care because he had her and he was willing to do almost anything to make sure that stayed exactly the same. Deranged ex-boyfriend or not. He had to keep her, she knew things about him and his desires no one else did.

“You’re amazing.” He said between kisses. “I can’t lose you Devon.” His lips edged over her forehead and along her hairline as she sighed. She cupped his face and kissed him back, barely a space between them as their bodies were moulded into each other’s. Her eyelashes fluttered and her lips curved.

“You won’t lose me. We’ll do this. I promise.”

“Do you think I should hire a hitman?” He asked seriously. It wasn’t something he’d ever considered but it could make the problem go away.”

Devon pushed her hands up against his chest. “God, no! No way. We can’t-how can you even-”

He rubbed his hands over her shoulders as they sat up. “Ok shhh. I just don’t know what to do. You realize even if he asks us for money it’s going to be as much as he can get - or it’s never going to stop.”

“We’ll tell Dad.” She said quietly. “We’ll tell him. I don’t want to fix this the same way I got into this Jon. I know that seems stupid but-”

He took her hands and kissed them. “No, it’s not stupid I understand. I just hate feeling out of control in a situation I haven’t had to ever be in. Sorry.”

She smiled and rubbed her thumb along his cheek. “You’ve been pretty good so far, considering the circumstances so don’t beat yourself up.”

He nodded. “Telling your father is the right thing to do.”

She shrugged. “Or we could just stay in this closest forever. I like that idea.”

His eyes narrowed and he pulled her in. “I wish. I need a shower though.”

She giggled. “Oh, you need a shower? You don’t have a money shot all over your breasts.”

“I’ll be more than happy to rinse it off.” He wiggled his eyebrows as she stood up and pulled him up with her.

“Come on then trouble.” As she tugged him into the bathroom he smiled. God love her. And God help Jared if he ever even tried to touch her.