Chapter 7
Josephine
Locke is turning to look for me just as I catch up. Grinning—with that shockingly white smile that looks almost comical against the severity of his ink—he snags my hand and pulls me along behind him.
We pass the stanchioned staircase, and I can’t help myself. I tug on his hand, though it doesn’t stop his movement.
“Don’t you live here?” I ask his back. “I thought maybe you wanted to show me your room.”
A hint of a grimace passes over his face before he shakes his head and expertly weaves us through a group of partiers in our path.
“Not worth the hassle,” he mutters just loud enough for me to hear. Then he quickly amends his statement. “Them. They’re not worth the hassle.” He nods at the beefed-up security dudes who are scowling at nothing.
“Hmph. You don’t know whether I’m worth the hassle either, Emo Boy. Not yet.”
He peers over his shoulder with hooded eyes. “I’m about to fuck around and find out.”
He pushes open a random door and pulls me inside behind him. And before I have time to get my bearings, he’s shoving me against the closed door, circling my throat with his hand, and squeezing ever so slightly.
Fuck.
He presses his lips to mine, sending a zap of electricity through me. My toes tingle when his tongue dips into my mouth. He feeds me the tip as I greedily drink him in, my hands landing on his waistband and finding purchase on the hem of his T-shirt.
Pulling him closer, I run my fingertips along his lower abs, eliciting the sexiest shiver from him.
“Hot Girl,” he groans into my mouth, fisting his free hand and knocking it into the door beside my head. “I knew this mouth had to be good for more than dishing out sass.”
Before I can come up with a witty reply, he’s diving back in for more. He kisses like he wants to consume me. And I’m desperate to match his energy, slipping my tongue into his mouth for a taste, then nipping at his lower lip.
His lips leave mine, and for a moment, he leaves me bereft. But then he kisses down my neck, sucking on the skin between my collarbone and throat until I throw my head back, breathless.
“Kissing isn’t the only thing this mouth can do.” Panting, I brush my hand down the front of his jeans. I have to bite back a gasp when his hard length just. Keeps. Going.
“What the fuck are you hiding in there?” I demand, gripping what has to be at least ten inches of dick.
He chuckles against my neck, then bites into my flesh and sucks. Hard. I buck my hips and grind against him, more eager than ever to get intimately acquainted with his body.
“I’ll show you mine if you show me yours,” he murmurs, tracing the waistband of my jeans until his fingers stop below my navel. Deftly, he undoes the button. Then he pulls back and searches my face. “Yeah?”
I swear to god my pussy clenches. I fucking love a man who understands consent.
“Hell yeah,” I confirm, shimmying out of my pants so fast I have to throw out an arm and steady myself using his shoulder so I don’t lose my balance.
Once I’ve extricated myself, Locke grips my bare hips and lifts me effortlessly, carrying me two steps before setting me on a ledge.
Without taking his eyes off me, he takes a step back, reaches behind his back with one hand, and pulls his T-shirt off over his head.
My mouth drops open as I take him in. I go practically cross-eyed trying to look everywhere at once. His neck tattoo blends seamlessly into an intricate, detailed chest piece that covers his pecs and both shoulders.
The briefest hint of a smirk lifts his lips as I shamelessly ogle him. Then the man drops to his motherfucking knees.
Both hands caress my inner thighs. A moment later, the tease of hot breath hits my already-soaked, needy cunt.
“Fuck yeah,” he murmurs reverently before he licks the entire length of my pussy.
His tongue is warm, lapping at me with languid caresses. With one hand, I grip his hair, pulling on the ends in encouragement.
Apparently, he’s in no hurry. He continues to lick me with measured strokes that I’m fucking positive he’s using to intentionally edge me.
“Locke,” I groan, tilting my hips to try and get him where I want him.
Below me, he smiles wickedly against my cunt, then places a featherlight kiss on my clit.
“Say it again,” he husks, meeting my gaze through long, dark lashes.
This guy. Acting like we have all the time in the fucking world when there’s a party raging on the opposite side of the door.
“Locke,” I scold. “Stop fucking around and lick it like a good boy. I want to come, then I need to see what you’re packing.”
That’s all it takes.
On the next breath, he spears me with his tongue. Then he does it again. And again. And again.
The steady tongue fucking continues, ratcheting my need even higher, until he runs the tip over my clit, then quickly nips at the coiled bundle of pleasure. Closing his lips around me, he sucks, providing the perfect force that ignites my nerves.
His mouth sends me higher and higher. I’m lost to the all-encompassing pleasure shooting down my spine.
He’s an expert at teasing, but he’s a fucking master of steady, consistent pressure where I need it.
“I’m close,” I whimper, grateful he’s holding my thighs open as my muscles tense in anticipation.
There’s nothing like that moment when the pleasure crests and the orgasm is right there. Excitement floods my veins as the telltale tingle starts in my toes. I revel in the joy—in the ecstasy and anticipation—in the buildup that’s almost as sweet as the actual release.
“I’m going to come,” I pant.
And like the good boy he is, he changes nothing about what he’s doing. Just peeks up at me and keeps the perfect tempo.
Electricity shoots through me as my core clenches in ecstasy. I can hear myself moaning, feel my body convulsing. But the world around me is fuzzy and soft, like the wispy edges of a fluffy cloud. I pulse rhythmically as I come, and Locke mercifully releases my clit to lap up my release.
If the sounds echoing in the dark room are anything to go by, I’m drenched because of that orgasm—fuck—and I swear to god fresh arousal surges through me as I watch him where he’s perched between my legs, slowly, languidly licking me from ass to clit.
“Fuck yeah.” I preen, throwing my arms over my head as he softly fucks me with his tongue.
I realize too late that the wall behind me isn’t a wall at all when I knock over a container and send its contents spilling all over the floor.
Locke freezes, then chuckles when he looks up and meets my horrified gaze.
“What the hell?”
“Decker’s nuts,” he grunts. He doesn’t wait for a response before spreading my folds open and going back in for more.
I grip his hair and pull him off my cunt.
“Decker’s nuts?”
What the hell is that supposed to mean?
“Cap’s a health food freak,” he offers, hopping to his feet like a lithe jungle cat. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, then grins wickedly and crowds my space.
I should be totally entranced, lust drunk and more than eager to return the favor. But I’m rattled by the mention of Crusade.
I peek around him and discover a mess of almonds scattered all over the counter and floor. Leaning forward, I glance behind me, noting for the first time the shelves filled with dry goods and food.
“Are we in a pantry?”
Locke hits me with another salacious grin, rubbing his thumb back and forth over his bottom lip. “This is where I keep all my best snacks.”
“You’re ridiculous,” I laugh, hopping off the counter and brushing a few stray almonds off my discarded pants before pulling them back up.
“Ridiculously horny,” he counters, angling in to capture my lips in a hot, sloppy kiss. “And already craving another taste,” he murmurs into my mouth as he fiddles with the jeans I just buttoned.
“Nuh-uh.” I pull away and scrape my nails down his bare chest. “Your turn.”
I spin, trading positions. Or rather, he lets me guide his body backward. Then I push him against the counter I was just propped on. I pepper his chest in kisses, wishing for more than the dim track lighting in this pantry so I can properly appreciate his chest piece.
Sinking to my knees, I sweep my hair over one shoulder and ogle him as he pushes down his pants.
He pulls out his cock, already stiff in his hand, and gives it a few lazy strokes. I tip forward, kissing along his hip bone the same way he teased me.
I fully intend to lick a path along his happy trail. But I falter when my tongue passes over something warm, smooth, and distinctly metallic tasting.
I crane back and squint, then tilt my head to search his face.
“Pubic piercing,” he supplies without prompting. “Wait ’til you feel it on your clit the first time you sink down on my cock.”
Fuck. Me. Literally. Please. Like, right now.
I’m torn between sucking him into my mouth and rising to my feet so I can climb him like a tree. I’ve never even heard of a pubic piercing, but there it is—a barbell affixed above the base of his dick. I can only imagine what it feels like when he’s buried to the hilt.
My thighs clench with desire. I’m consumed by a fiery heat that’s going to take so much more than one encounter to quell.
Focusing my attention on the task at hand, I wrap my lips around him and hollow my cheeks.
Then I get to work, enthusiastically bobbing on his cock, working him deeper and deeper until he hits the back of my throat.
I gag but swallow again and will my throat to relax.
I’m still inches away from his piercing, but I’ve got my target squarely in sight.
“Fuck yeah, Joey,” he murmurs, weaving a hand through my hair.
The way he says my name only spurs me on more.
I pop off and grin up at him, fully prepared to deep throat him again.
But then the space is flooded with light. Blinding, disruptive light.
“What the fuck, man?” Locke barks out while cupping the side of my face to shield my eyes.
An indistinguishable grunt sounds behind me.
Locke’s cock is in my hand, and my mouth is less than an inch from the tip. It’s beyond obvious what we’re doing.
In my periphery, a shadow overtakes the harsh light, drawing my attention. I glance up and just about fall over and die when I meet the eyes of the gorgeous, gruff jock who also lives here. He’s the one who called me Ohio.
Kendrick, maybe?
We lock eyes, and his scowl remains firmly in place as he glares down at me. Finally, fucking finally, the side of his mouth tilts up. He gives me a barely there smirk, essentially dismissing me as he reaches over my head and grabs something off a shelf.
I watch, horrified, as he rips open the corner of a protein bar with his teeth.
“Cap’s looking for you,” he tells Locke in a low, even drawl. His voice is a deep bass, all smooth and sexy in a way that makes my pussy clench.
Which makes this whole scenario all the more horrifying.
He ducks out as quickly as he appeared and slams the door closed behind him.
Locke puffs his cheeks and sighs, muttering something that sounds like unbelievable under his breath.
He regards me with disappointment, offering a hand to help me to my feet. “Time’s up, Hot Girl.”
Once I’m upright, I gape, equally confused and pissed off at the interruption as he puts his dick back in his pants.
“That’s it? Crusade sends for you, and we’re done?”
His eyes soften, and he loops his arms around me, pulling me into his still-shirtless chest. He’s so fucking solid. The comfort of his skin against my cheek pisses me off even more.
Pulling back, he cups my jaw, then he dips in for a slow, tender kiss.
“I’m nowhere near done with you,” he murmurs against my lips, kissing me again and igniting another round of sparks between us.
A sharp knock on the door jolts us out of it.
“To be continued,” he promises on a sigh.
I’m dizzy with lust while simultaneously all sorts of cranky from being cock blocked by Decker Crusade.
Locke wraps his hand around mine and pulls me toward the door. But I take one extra second to swipe my arm along the counter, sending more almonds flying along the floor.
Take that, Nut Cap.