Page 107 of Anthem of Love and Loathing

“Would you even believe me?” I cling to him.

“About this... when you need to come as much as you do... yeah, I’ll believe you.”

“Not Bronx nor Kodiak. Not anyone. Just you.”

“Because you’re mine.” He breathes the words in my ear as he fucks us both over that edge and the world around us recedes. “This pussy is mine. To fuck. To fill. And mark. Isn’t that right, Little Vandal? Whatever I tell you to do, you’re going to do.”

“Yes... Yes, Rockstar.”

“Come for me,” he growls his order. “Show me what a good girl you can be.”

“Yes, Riot... ye... Oh my...” My orgasm goes on and on and on. My inner walls tighten around him rhythmically. “God... ye... s.”

I seek out his mouth. I need him to kiss and own and command every part of me. He gives me what I need. Kissing me, he grips my hips and fucks me deeper and harder. “I own this fucking pussy. Going to leave my mark all over it. Going to paint your insides with my cum.”

Spurts of cum and heat fill my core as he comes. He groans into my neck, pinning my hips to his with his big hands holding me in place. His cock twitches inside me. It sets off aftershocks of pleasure as I come back to earth.

Around us the storm has slowed, but the rain is still heavy. The lull of the bus moving has been replaced with a stillness. The driver must have pulled over.

“Do you need me to keep holding you down?” Riot asks.

I swallow and shake my head. I’m not ready to go back to my bunk alone, but I can handle the space.

“Stay here.” He climbs off me and stands at the edge of the mattress. He stern-eyes me. “I mean it. I’m going to get a couple of things for us.”

He leaves the room naked, walking through bunk alley with his cock swinging. The guys wouldn’t care. They’ve spent enough time in confined spaces like the bus, and the occasional orgy, that they’ve seen all of each other’s... flaws. Thankfully though, they all seem to be asleep.

A few minutes later he’s back with bottled water, Reese's Pieces, and a washcloth. Placing the water and snack on his nightstand he sits beside me and carefully rubs the soft, warm cloth between my legs and over my pussy.

It’s a level of care I haven’t had since him, and the way it makes me feel is bittersweet. We could have had everything. I would have been his for the rest of my life if he’d asked it of me. I would have taken his orders, sometimes with a side of brat, but we both liked that. Sometimes with me being the dominant one. It hurts that we’ll never be what we were. We’ll never have everything we could have been.

Twisting the lid off the bottle, he hands me the water. “Sip.”

I take a few small gulps as he rests his head against the headboard and puts his arm around me. He pulls the covers over us both.

“Snack.” He picks up the Reese's and pours a few of them into his hand. He picks out the yellow ones without me having to remind him. “Palm.”

I hold out my hand, palm up and he puts the yellow ones on it.

“You remembered.”

“I haven’t forgotten anything about you.” He puts what’s left in his hand in his mouth and chews.

Forget... maybe not. Care enough to pick through them... it’s unexpected. I hand him the water.

“Ready to sleep?” He takes a mouthful himself before closing it and putting it on the nightstand.

“I should return to my bunk.” I should definitely not want to linger.

“Sure.” Lying down, he shuts off the lamp before he reaches for me. “All you need to do is say the word. Say the word and I will let you go back to your cold, lonely bed. Or don’t say it and pretend you’re only staying in my arms because I’ve ordered you to.”

One night. One. That’s all. His bed is cozy and warm and his arms are strong. The storm could get worse again. My memories might come back. I lay down and let him pull my back to his chest. “This doesn’t change anything. It doesn’t mean anything.”

“We’ll talk about it tomorrow.” He presses his lips to my shoulder. “And we’ll go and see Doc too.”

“What?” My breath stalls.

“We didn’t use a condom,” he murmurs. “Can’t be doing that.”