JJ slammed the door to the chateau behind you, the wood rattling like it knew what was coming. His blue eyes were already dark, that cocky grin twisted into something hungrier. "Been thinking about this all fucking day," he growled, yanking your shirt over your head before you could answer. His hands were rough from the water and the fights, calluses scraping your skin as he shoved you back against the wall.
He dropped to his knees without another word, fingers hooking into your waistband and yanking everything down in one hard pull. JJ didn't tease. His mouth was on you instantly, tongue flat and insistent, licking like he was starving. You gasped, fingers twisting in his messy blond hair while he sucked hard, cheeks hollowing, the wet sounds filling the room. He groaned against you, the vibration shooting straight through your core, and two fingers pushed inside without warning, curling just right.
"Fuck, you're soaked already," he muttered, pulling back just enough to watch his fingers pump in and out. He added a third, stretching you open, thumb rubbing tight circles until your legs shook. JJ stood up fast, spinning you around so your chest pressed to the wall. You heard his zipper, the rustle of denim, then the blunt head of his cock sliding through your wetness.
He thrust in deep on the first stroke, burying himself to the hilt with a low, filthy moan. "Goddamn, that's tight." JJ didn't hold back. He fucked you hard and fast, hips snapping, one hand gripping your hip while the other reached around to rub your clit in rough strokes. Every thrust shoved you forward, the slap of skin loud and obscene. Sweat slicked your bodies, his chest pressed to your back, breath hot on your neck as he muttered curses and praise mixed together.
"Take it. Yeah, just like that. You love this dick, don't you?" He pulled out suddenly, spun you again, and lifted you like you weighed nothing. Your legs wrapped around his waist as he slammed back inside, pounding you against the wall. The angle hit deeper, making you cry out. JJ's mouth found yours, messy and biting, tongues tangling while he drove up into you over and over.
He carried you to the couch without breaking rhythm, dropping you onto the cushions and flipping you onto your stomach. JJ yanked your hips up and entered you again from behind, one hand fisting your hair, the other smacking your ass hard enough to sting. "Look at you, dripping down my cock. So fucking filthy." He reached under you, fingers working your clit again until you clenched around him, coming with a shout that made him curse and fuck you through it.
JJ didn't stop. He flipped you onto your back, hooked your legs over his shoulders, and pounded deeper.
Sweat dripped from his chest onto your skin. His pace turned erratic, thrusts turning sloppy. "Gonna fill you up," he warned, then buried himself deep and came with a groan, pulsing hot inside you. He stayed there, breathing hard, before pulling out slow and watching it leak out.
But he wasn't done. JJ dropped back between your thighs, licking you clean with long, filthy strokes, tongue pushing inside to taste the mix of you both. You came again on his mouth, thighs clamping around his head while he moaned like he couldn't get enough. When he finally crawled up your body, he kissed you deep, sharing the taste, his cock already hardening again against your thigh.
"Round two," he said with that wild grin, flipping you both so you straddled him. "Ride me. Show me how bad you want it." You sank down onto him, taking every inch, and started moving while his hands gripped your ass, guiding you faster. The night stretched on like that, bodies slick and desperate, until the sun started creeping through the windows and neither of you could move.
