Chapter 5
Josephine
It’s been hours since I’ve felt truly safe, but that changes the moment we step into the sanctuary of Kendrick’s bedroom.
Yet once I’m inside, I’m racked with indecision and confusion, because what happens now?
He doesn’t give me time to overthink, though. I should have known he wouldn’t.
He enters the room behind me and rolls out his shoulders, then closes and locks the door. Wordlessly, he saunters into the bathroom without looking back, no doubt expecting me to follow.
For a heartbeat, I take in my surroundings.
I’ve never been in his room. The décor is dark and rich; a blend of black, maroon, and bright Crusaders red fills the space and gives it a depth.
A set of framed jerseys is displayed on one wall: four sizes and teams, all number 24, with his name on the back.
Framed pictures of the twins decorate the desk, along with a photo of him with his parents when he was much, much younger.
His warm, masculine scent is everywhere: musk and vanilla, familiar and enticing.
The layout of the room is similar to mine, which makes sense, given that our rooms are down the hall from each other. A king-size bed dominates the space. It’s centered on the far wall, with a desk and bookshelves on one side and a seating area on the other.
I’m still taking it all in when the sound of water hitting tiles snags my attention.
“Ohio.”
The use of that nickname garners an immediate reaction. Irritated that he’d revert back to calling me that, I march into the bathroom, intent on putting him in his place.
Except I stop dead in my tracks the second my bare feet touch the cool tiles.
Before me stands Kendrick Taylor. Naked. Ripped and cut and polished like marble—and hard as fuck.
He strokes his cock with one hand, his lips parted, while he regards me through his thick eyelashes.
“Strip,” he instructs.
“Don’t call me Ohio,” I counter as I wiggle out of my shorts.
He bites down on his bottom lip, tracking my every move as I grab the hem of my Crusader’s T-shirt and lift it over my head.
His deep brown eyes go molten as I drop the shirt to the floor, because rather than standing in front of him wearing a bra and panties, I’m completely bare.
He strides across the bathroom, and he doesn’t stop until he’s got me backed up against the wall. With his head dipped low, he runs his nose along my throat, then licks a path up to my ear.
“I won’t. But I knew that’d get you in here and out of your head,” he teases, nipping at me. Grasping both wrists, he guides them up and pins them above my head. “Now be a good girl and let me lick your cunt. I want to taste you. I need a reminder of exactly why I did it.”
He drops to his knees as his fingers trail over my shoulders, my breasts, my stomach, leaving hot tingles of arousal in their wake.
With both hands on my thighs to steady me, he encourages my legs apart and holds me open.
“Fucking perfect pussy,” he whispers, his attention fixed on my core. Then he’s diving in, sweeping his tongue over the entire length of my slit, and locking his lips around my clit and sucking. Hard.
“Fuck, K.” I writhe against the wall, gripping his shoulders for balance.
He groans against me. “How does someone so sassy taste so fucking sweet?”
“More,” I whimper, thrusting desperately against the hold he has on my hips.
In response, he sucks me into his mouth again, channeling all my focus to that one perfect pleasure point.
Arousal drips down my inner thigh.
“That’s mine,” he growls, licking me from mid-thigh all the way back up to my pussy. “Don’t you dare waste a drop of this, Mama.”
It’s all I can do to keep my knees from buckling.
He pierces me with his tongue, then follows with relentless thrusts that are as ravenous and frantic as I feel. Each time he dips inside me, I only grow needier.
I want him deeper. I want to be fuller. I just want him.
More of him now. More of him always.
“Kendrick, please,” I pant, digging my fingertips into the base of his skull.
“I know what you need, Mama. Come on my tongue, then I’ll fill you up like you want.”
He flicks my clit again, over and over, in rapid succession, then seals his mouth around the bundle of nerves and sucks.
I’m flying. I’m falling. I’m at the mercy of this man who’s sacrificed so much for me.
My orgasm rips through me, forcing a scream from somewhere deep inside. Desperate, lost to the pleasure, I squirm against the wall as I release him and pinch my nipples. The intensity of his passion—the fire about to hit a boiling point between us—is everything.
It’s everything, and it’s consuming, and it’s so fucking satisfying. But it’s still not enough.
He’s on his feet a second later, scooping me up, entering the shower, and pushing my back against the wet tiles as water streams from the dual showerheads.
One hand brushes down my body, between my breasts, to cup my sex. Squeezing, he kisses me, then pulls back slightly, his eyes still full of fire but his expression serious. “Can I come inside you, Mama?”
I swear my pussy clenches in response, and I practically swoon. He knows I have the implant, but he asked for consent anyway.
“You better,” I reply, tipping my head back so he’s forced to look at me. “Fucking claim me, K.”
Without breaking eye contact, he grunts and lines himself up. In one single motion, he pushes in and fills me to the hilt.
“Fuck,” I pant, gripping his neck tighter. “You feel so fucking good.”
He thrusts up once, watching me.
Then he thrusts again, but at a slightly different angle.
He switches it up again, and this time, the hard, fat tip of his cock nudges the most perfect spot inside me. My cunt spasms in response, and my heart stutters at the way my body sings for him.
“There she is,” he murmurs with a cocky smirk.
That single reaction was apparently all the confirmation he needs, because without a second of hesitation, he pistons into me with wild abandon, hitting that sweet spot over and over.
“So fucking perfect, Jojo. Perfect pussy full of sass and sweetness.”
Fuck, his words alone could send me over the edge. “Don’t stop, K. Please don’t stop.”
“Never,” he grunts out, slamming his mouth into mine and sealing the promise with a bruising kiss.
Big hands cup my breasts and pinch my nipples. Every touch is electric. Every point of contact a stimulating connection that drives me higher.
He moves his tongue in time with his thrusts, and I swear I’ve died and gone to horny girl heaven.
Our kisses turn sloppy and desperate under the water, until we’re a mess of tongues and groans, clashing teeth and desperate pants.
“Look at me,” he demands.
Without hesitation, I obey.
“Now look down at how perfectly we fit together.” He drops his chin. “Watch how you grip my dick like we were made to do this, Jojo.”
I follow his line of sight, bowing my head to watch as his hard length disappears inside me.
He’s right. My body greedily sucks him in with each thrust. Nothing has ever felt as good as the heat and pleasure emanating from us.
Nothing has ever looked so utterly seamless.
Every time he pulls out, the lips of my needy cunt stretch around him perfectly.
Then, when he thrusts back in, my body clamps down like he’s all I’ll ever want or need.
“You take me so well, Mama.” He pushes in again, pressing his body against mine and driving me into the slick tile wall, filling me to the hilt. Rather than pulling out again once he’s seated, he thrusts deeper, the base of his cock driving into my clit as my arousal gushes around him.
The embers burning low in my belly ignite, sending waves of heat coursing through me. “Fuck, K. Fuck. I’m going to come again.”
“Damn right you are.” His thrusts grow rapid, desperate. He’s got to be right there on the edge with me.
“Come for me, Mama. Show me how much you love what I’m giving you.”
On command, I detonate, erupting with so much force I’m grateful he’s got me pinned against the wall. My inner muscles convulse, tightening on the length of him as he grunts and pulses inside me, his release mixing with mine.
His thrusts don’t slow as he comes, and by the time I’m done milking him, I’m desperate for a break from the exquisite, all-consuming fullness.
When I squirm in his hold, he lowers me so my feet hit the tile floor. But he doesn’t let me go far.
Cupping my face with both hands, he peppers kisses along my mouth and my neck. Then he bends low to worship my breasts.
“Kendrick!” I giggle when the stubble along his jaw tickles my stomach. Still smiling, I close my eyes and revel in his proximity. In the security that envelops me now that he’s home. Now that he’s in my arms, inside me still, right where he belongs.
“Thank you,” I whisper against his lips when he rights himself. Pulling back, and with a deep breath in, I push against his shoulders and drop to my knees.
His lip is caught between his teeth as he tracks my movement, instinctively gathering up my wet hair so he doesn’t lose sight of me for even a second.
“What do you think you’re doing down there?” he teases, grazing my bottom lip with the thumb of his free hand.
I quirk one eyebrow and peer up, admiring the way rivulets of water cascade down his body, into the divots of his chiseled abs, then over his strong, powerful thighs.
“Cleaning up our mess,” I quip. With that, I lick down the length of his softening cock and make an exaggerated slurp as I suck him fully into my mouth.
Popping off, I sit back on my knees.
“And expressing my gratitude.”
I kiss the tip.
“Showing you just how much I appreciate you.”
With my tongue, I trace the ridge.
“How much it means to me. That you did that for Nicky… and for me.”
I take him in my mouth again and swallow, eliciting a deep, appreciative groan before letting his dick slide out from between my lips.
“Proving to you just how well-mannered and coachable I can be.”
I zigzag the tip of my tongue against his slit.