𝐹𝑟𝑒𝑒 𝑋𝑜𝑛𝑒

𝐿𝑋𝑉𝐼𝐼

Once her friends were gone, it was game on. My leg trembled, my hands gripped the sheets, pulling and twisting them into me as Janet worked her magic. I was under a spell, one only she could cast, her every move igniting sensations I couldn't contain.

My head tossed side to side, breaths spilling from my lips in uneven gasps. My back arched, then flattened, only to arch again as the tension built higher and higher.

The storm, powerful and relentless, surged through me, flooding my bones with fire and electricity. Her name slipped from my lips like a prayer, a chant, a plea, as I surrendered to her completely.

She didn't let up, each touch drawing me further under her control, her presence grounding and overwhelming all at once. Time ceased to exist; there was only her, only us, only this moment.

When the storm finally broke, it was like a wave crashing over me, leaving me trembling and breathless in its wake. Janet's voice was soft, a soothing hum against my skin as she whispered, "I told you I'd take care of you."

And she did—she always did.

She kissed me softly, starting from my abdomen, her lips tracing a delicate path upward. Each kiss was tender, purposeful, and left a lingering warmth on my skin. Her kisses kept rising, slow and deliberate, until they finally reached my mouth.

I could taste myself on her tongue, a mixture of intimacy and vulnerability that sent a shiver down my spine.

"Are you ready for sleep now?" she asked, her voice soft, like a lullaby.

"Only if I see you in my dreams," I replied, wrapping my arms around her neck, pulling her closer. I was sandwiched between Janet and the bed, her weight pressed firmly against me. It wasn't confining; it was grounding, comforting.

I wrapped my legs around her back, trapping her in place. Her intoxicating scent filled my senses, a blend of sweetness and musk that I had come to crave.

She smiled down at me, her fingers brushing a stray strand of hair from my face. Her gaze was warm, intense, as if she were studying every inch of me.

"You're so beautiful," she said softly, her voice thick with emotion. "I can't believe you're mine."

"Believe it," I said, holding her gaze. "Because you're stuck with me."

Her smile deepened, and she kissed me again, her lips brushing against mine in a way that felt like a promise, a promise of forever, a promise of us.

"So, are you ready to talk about your friend now?" Janet asked gently, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on my arm.

"Yeah, um..." I paused, exhaling slowly. "Jared is—or was—my best friend for years." I raised my brows as if the words physically stung to say out loud. "Before Planet Groove, I was a publicist for a company. That's where I met Jared. I was working there when we first crossed paths. I've known him for eleven years."

"Wow, that's a long fucking time," she said, her tone filled with genuine surprise.

"Yup," I replied with a small, bittersweet laugh. "We had a deep bond because we knew each other's pain. We had similar struggles with our families and with being gay. So it was easy to connect, especially back then when neither of us really knew any other gay people. Then we discovered gay clubs together." I laughed lightly at the memory. "That's actually where he met his boyfriend. And that's also how I found out there were lesbian gay clubs... Sorry, I'm getting sidetracked."

Janet smiled, clearly amused, her face still so close to mine that my heart fluttered in my chest. She leaned down and kissed my nose. "I don't mind," she whispered.