Chapter Twenty
Waiting for him to make the first move killed me. I could see it written all over his face, what he wanted to do to me, but he is still hesitating. I know why. And I hate it. I hate my past is coming between what we both want.
Stupidly, I texted Brooke once I was in my room.
Instead of texting back, she called. I scrambled to answer it before it rang too loudly. This inn is beautiful, but it’s old and I could hear Joey showering earlier and moving around his room. Which means he can hear me.
I scurry to the bathroom.
“Why are you calling me?” Brooke demands. “Tell me things are going well.”
“They are. Really well.”
“So?”
“So, he kissed me goodnight and went to his room.”
Silence meets me.
“Brooke?”
“Who’d have thought Joey ‘The Slayer’ Ferguson was such a gentleman? Well, there is only one thing for it, Megan. You have to seduce him.”
“Oh my shitting hell, how do I do that?”
“Girl, you are gorgeous, confident, and horny.”
I bust up laughing. It does a lot to relieve some of the tension in my shoulders.
“What kind of kiss was it? A sweet one, a lingering one, or one with tongue?”
Jesus, she is straightforward. “The last one.”
“Could you feel his dick?”
My skin burns at the memory. Joey always tries to hold himself away, so his dick isn’t prodding into me, but it’s big and noticeable, no matter how he tries. “Yes,” I squeak.
“Then get off the phone to me and go get him, Megan. So long as you’re ready, comfortable and want this, then girl, go get it.”
“I’m nervous.”
“Everyone is nervous the first time they sleep with a new partner. And, Meg… I get it, it’s been a while, and things are different for you. Only you can tell if Joey is the person you take this next step with. For all my joking around, you know I want what is best for you. Honestly, I’ve seen a change in you these last few weeks. He’s good for you.”
“He’s been amazing.” I agree.
“Honey, it’s okay to be nervous, but not okay to be afraid. Does he scare you?”
I shake my head. Brooke laughs, as if she can see me.
“What do you want to do?”
“I want him,” I breathe.
“Say it a little louder for the people in the back,” she cackles. “I’m jealous, you’re about to embark on a magical ride with a man mountain. I bet he’s-”
“Okay,” I cut her off before she can say anything else .
She laughs again. “Be safe and have fun. Did you bring the condoms?”
“Oh God, I’m hanging up.”
“I expect a full report tomorrow.”
“Not happening,” I laugh and hang up on her.
Setting the phone down, I look at my reflection in the mirror. Brooke had me waxed within an inch of my life this morning. In preparation, she said, right as she shoved a box of extra large condoms into my hand. I smile again and square my shoulders.
There is no need for me to wonder about it. Joey wants me. He’s holding back because he wants to make sure I’m okay with it. That is why he went back to his room tonight. He’s giving me all the power. And I want him.
I don’t grab the whole box of condoms, because that would be embarrassing, showing up at his door with thirty condoms in my hand. Thirty! I tuck a few into the pocket of my skirt, check my hair, brush my teeth and adjust my boobs to make them look more enticing. Jesus.
With a deep breath, I step up to the door and then glance across at the adjoining one. It’s locked on my side, and will be on his too. Either way, he’s behind a locked door and right until I hear the lock on his side opening, I hold my breath.
When he pulls it back and stares at me, I lose all fucking sense. His shirt is gone, his pants are unzipped and although he’s pulled the sides together, there is no mistaking the bulge. I’m glad Brooke got extra-large.
“Are you sure?” he asks, his voice low, more gravely than I’ve heard before.
“Yes,” I say, knowing a nod won’t suffice.
Joey needs to hear me say it. Part of me wants to be sassy and say I wouldn’t have knocked on the door with a condom shoved in my pocket if I wasn’t, but I’m speechless after that one word of affirmation .
Joey steps over the threshold into my room. I don’t know why I thought we’d go to his, but it doesn’t matter, we both have a bed. He takes my face in both of his hands, pressing himself up against me. His eyes switch between mine as he tries to see the truth there, that I mean it.
Instead of saying anything more, I show him. I surge up and kiss him.
Joey holds my face as we kiss. Then something comes over him and his hands drop, skirting down over my shoulders, along the sides of my breasts, before landing on my waist. He takes one step, then another and I’m moving backwards, but he is still kissing me and that is all I can think about until the backs of my knees hit the bed.
Joey pauses and moves his face away so we can stare at each other. I just nod and reach for his pants, which are conveniently open. Joey jolts as the back of my hand brushes against the hard lines of his dick.
I’m not a virgin, I’ve had a lot of sex in my life and had three other partners before I met Michael. I’ve had an active sex life plenty of times. It has been a while though and as my hand moves over him, a small voice whispers, it’s never going to fit. Not after it’s been so long.
Joey takes my hand and moves it away. I frown, but he isn’t pushing me away. His hands go to the hem of my top and he looks at me. I help him take it off rather than say anything else. His eyes drop to my breasts. They’re practically heaving. The sexy white bra is sheer with a thin lace overlay. It’s a balconette too, the fabric barely covering the blush colour of my nipples.
“Fuuuck,” he groans as his hands move up to cup them. I take in a deep breath at his touch. My eyes drift closed as he moves his hands, as though he is testing their weight against his palms.
He kisses my throat and down my chest and I clutch his shoulders, mostly because I want to feel him, but also because his lips are closing over my nipple beneath the thin material. He sucks it, and I let out the most unladylike grunt.
Before I can tell him to, he’s unclasping the bra, pulling the straps away so he can get his mouth on my nipple for real. I push a hand through his hair, holding him against me as he sucks harder. The pull of his lips shoots straight down to my pussy.
I’m so fucking wet, it’s almost embarrassing. Now we are skin to skin and after he’s given the other nipple the same treatment, he finds my mouth again, our tongues dancing together in erotic movements.
I slip the palm of my hands into the back of his pants and push at the material so they fall away to his feet. Joey steps out of them without breaking our kiss and kicks them away. My hands move around his front and this time he doesn’t stop me when I smooth my hand over his dick.
Moving my hand up and down, I get a sense of immense desperation when it hardens even further in my hand.
“Fuck, yes, that feels good.” He lifts his head and looks down at my hand.
Emboldened by how his hips are gently thrusting, and the sounds he is making, I use one hand to push the fabric away, freeing him. His cock slips out of my hand and slaps against his hard abs. I reach for it again, but he moves his hips. I look up at him. His eyes are wild with lust.
“Get on the bed.”
The tone of his voice is quiet but demanding. It could tip me one of two ways. Fortunately, I land on the side of, ‘yes fucking please’.
I lay back and Joey puts one knee on the end of the bed beside my thigh, pulling down the zip at the side of my waist. As he pulls the skirt over my hips, the condoms fall out of my pocket onto the bed. He stares at them, then lifts a brow as he picks one up.
My cheeks flame again as he reads the packet. His smirk is full when he holds it up. “Extra large? ”
“A girl can hope.”
“Fuck,” he laughs, but he sets the condom aside and finishes removing my skirt. My underwear matched the bra, and he eyes me through the sheer fabric.
That was one place I didn’t need to have work on today, because I always keep myself bare. Joey’s nostrils flare as the tips of his fingers touch me through the panties. Without conscious thought, my legs spread wider. He plants a fist on the bed to support him as the other hand pulls at the waistband, baring me to him.
He pauses and looks up at me again.
“You don’t have to keep checking in,” I whisper. “I want this. I want you, Joey.”
He takes in a shuddering breath and nods. I close my eyes and my back arches as his finger slides inside of me. The sound it makes has my eyes widening, but Joey is staring at my pussy, a look of sheer determination on his face. Either he didn’t hear it, or he didn’t care.
“Need to taste you, Kitten.”
“Oh God,” I breathe out.
He drops to his knees at the end of the bed and runs both hands along my outer thighs, moving in slow circles towards the inner thigh. My legs widen even further to accommodate his shoulders, but he lifts them and puts them on top of his shoulders.
At the first touch of his mouth to me, I jolt and clutch the bedspread beneath me, my legs tightening. I’m practically strangling him and loosen them.
Joey looks up at me, across the length of my prone body, his eyes lingering on my breasts. “Don’t be afraid, Kitten. I will never hurt you. I only want to worship you.”
I practically melt into the bed, loving it when he calls me that. I nod and put one of my hands into his hair. It’s not long enough to grasp onto, but it’s soft against my palm.
He nudges his tongue inside me and groans, his hands tightening around my thighs. I’m completely at his mercy as he dips in and out of me, as he circles my clit, before dipping back in, switching up between licking, plunging and swirling his tongue all around me.
When a finger joins his tongue, I lose it. A tugging sensation builds in my lower stomach, my legs shake. Joey grunts as my legs tighten, but he doesn’t stop. He closes his lips around my clit and his teeth gently scrape across it as he sucks it so hard I think I lose the ability to see.
Stars burst behind my eyelids, my lower body launches off the bed. It feels like my soul has been flung outside of my body as I’m overtaken by one of the most powerful orgasms I’ve ever experienced.
Joey doesn’t stop. He moves with me, going up higher on his knees. My hips lift off the bed, and his hands grab my ass, keeping me pressed to his face as he laps up everything I’m giving him.
When the explosion abates, he carefully lowers me back to the bed. One arm flops onto the sheets beside me, the other is still clutching his hair.
“That was beautiful.”
His voice brings me back into my body. I take a second to realize where I am. Joey is just staring at me, the way he did after he finger fucked me in his gym. I appreciated him stopping then, holding me to let me know I was good with what happened, but not this time. There is no stopping it now.
He straightens up to his full height, my legs fall to the bed. I watch with rapt attention as he drops his boxers, and he moves his hand up and down the impressive length of his dick. Without realizing, I lick my lips. Joey shakes his head.
“You keep looking at it like that, and it’s going to be over way too quickly.”
“We have all night.”
Joey leans down and grabs the two condoms.
“I have a box of thirty.” I don’t know who is more shocked at me saying that.
His eyes are wide, but he grins. “I’m up for that challenge.”