Chapter 3
Josh
This was not supposed to be happening.
Her lips were not supposed to be against mine.
Her body was not supposed to be rubbing over mine.
But hell, if I could stop it.
Better yet, fuck if I wanted to stop it.
My hand tugged on her hair, angling her more so that I could kiss her deeper.
Had I ever wanted to do this?
I can’t lie. Yes, I have. I’ve thought about it, but I also always felt like I wasn’t one she’d notice. Not because I was nerdy, but because I was more in the friendzone.
By the sounds she was making though, I was now out of that area.
I slipped my tongue out, mixing it with hers, and that had her crushing against me, her hands fisted in my shirt.
It was the best damn feeling.
Her body was demanding more, and I was more than willing to give it.
Did I care about the line we could cross?
Nope, because I think I was ready for it.
I also believed she was ready for it. She just needed the right push. And it seemed like this was it.
I groaned, pulling her onto my lap, letting her truly feel what she did to me, and she gasped into my mouth at the hardness she was currently sitting on.
We finally broke apart, her forehead pressing against mine, her breaths mingling with my own.
“I’m not sorry,” she whispered and my hands cupped her ass, pushing her fully against me.
“Do you think I am?” I asked. She shook her head in response, and I tangled one hand in her hair, pulling her back down for another kiss.
She moaned, her hips moving slowly against mine and I had to grab her to stop. Not that I didn’t want to be in her, but this was about her and if I didn’t have some self-control, I’d blow before we got anywhere good.
“I don’t recall you ever being like this with a woman?” she teased, her hands snaking under my shirt to scrape her nails over my abs.
“Having her sit on my lap?”
“Having her be fully clothed, making out with her, and you being rock hard.”
She had me there. I don’t think I had. I wasn’t a one pump chump; I enjoyed for my woman to enjoy themselves.
However, I was also a firm believer of skin to skin was always better.
So, yes, I could make out with a woman, but by this point, we were in bed, not sitting on a couch.
And we’d be halfway undressed, not still fully clothed.
But with Kelly, something was different. She was different. I wanted to give her everything before we reached the skin-on-skin part.
“How many times have you come in one night?”
“By myself or with help from a toy? Or do you mean a man?”
“I meant a man. I can hear how many times you come with a toy.”
That should have made anyone blush, but between us, knowing as much as we did about each other, there were no secrets. In fact, I’d go so far as to confess that I often wondered what she looked like with her toy so far buried and her head thrown back in ecstasy.
“Once or twice. Usually when I get myself there, I’m good. But with a man, no more than once. They think they know it all, or how to please me, that it often takes some sly work on my end to even get there, and it’s usually after they’re done.”
“Noted.”
With that, I grabbed her hips, pushing her forward and backward over my aching dick. She gasped, her nails digging in my skin, but I sure as hell didn’t mind.
“Josh,” she moaned, her eyes closing of their own accord, and I grinned.
Her cheeks were flushed, her lips were plump and swollen, and her hair was falling down, all thanks to my fingers and my body.
It was the best damn feeling, and I wouldn’t want anything else to be different.
“Yes?” I asked, moving my lips along her jaw then down her neck. I nipped and sucked along the way, loving how she squirmed even more against me. Her hips picked up speed as she chased her release, and let me say, it was a glorious sight.
She threw caution in the wind, not minding what I might think. She just took what she wanted, and it was beautiful.
“I’m close.”
“I can feel.”
Even through her pants, and mine, I could feel how wet she was. And I didn’t mind it one bit.
In fact, for the first time in freaking ages, I was fighting back my own release, so I didn’t come in my pants like some middle schooler who had no idea what the hell was going on.
“Josh,” she moaned again. Her body shook against mine as she came, her legs squeezing my own, and I fought even more. “Shit,” she whispered, her head falling on my shoulder.
I hugged her tightly while I ran my hand along her back.
“I’m sorry,” she finally said, and I shook my head.
“What the hell for?”
“I don’t think I’ve ever dry humped someone before. I just, I needed that.”
“And you don’t see me complaining, do you? Did you see me stop you?”
“Well, no.”
“So don’t be sorry, Kelly. Better yet,” I eased her back slightly, one arm still locked around her as I slipped my other hand under her pants, rubbing a finger over her slick fold.
“Oh, she’s too sensitive, I need a break.”
“No,” I breathed against her lips, slipping my finger inside, “your sweet pussy needs to come again so that I can taste you.”
“That mouth,” she hissed, her hips moving of their own accord. I honestly didn’t think she even knew she was doing it.
“You like my mouth.”
“It could be doing other things,” she threw back.
“You’re so right.” I leaned forward, my mouth enclosing over a nipple through her shirt as I added another finger.
She cried out, her hands now gripping my arms.
“Do that again.”
“Your wish is my command, Kelly.” I sucked on her other nipple as I pushed my fingers in even faster, rubbing my heel of my hand against her clit.
Her screams were music to my ears and as she tightened around me, I knew fighting it was a lost cause. No one had come undone so beautifully for me, and it was such an erotic sight to see.
I moaned as my own release came out, coating the inside of my boxers, but I didn’t care.
Her, in my arms, the cries still echoing in our place, it was magic.
Perfect.
And I didn’t want it to stop.
“You’re not lame at all,” she muttered, resting against me, and I couldn’t stop the grin.
Nope, never wanted this to stop.