Chapter Thirty #2
Instead, my mind conjures Josh’s intense, dark eyes.
Those beautiful lips that make me weak in the knees.
His scent, which drives me crazy. His specially formulated bath products that turn me on every time I shower because they remind me of him.
And how much I wish I could bury my nose in his neck and inhale.
My breathing shallows. Am I actually panting? Sweat mists over my skin, and I put a hand over my chest. If heart conditions ran in the family, I might assume I’m having a heart attack or something.
I open the door and stumble out of the car. The air in the garage feels colder than it should. Am I having some kind of reaction? But all I had was that Americano. I’m definitely not allergic to coffee, and I’d better stay that way!
My hands shake. I open my purse for an EpiPen, then stop. I’m not having trouble breathing. I’m panting, but getting the air in just fine. Still, something’s not right. My skin is too tight and tingly. The air enters my lungs cold, then leaves overheated. My knees tremble.
I stagger toward the door to the house. My nipples ache inside my bra, and my thong chafes my inner thighs. I bite my lip to contain a groan as the friction sends tiny, tingling shocks through me.
What the hell? How can I get horny from underwear chafing? It should be uncomfortable, not arousing.
But the flesh between my legs slickens, the heat becoming unbearable.
I reach under my skirt and yank the thong off before it turns me into some kind of deviant. Clutching it in my fist, and praying that a cold shower will take care of these weird sensations, I start toward my room…
…and come to an immediate, abrupt halt when I catch sight of Josh dozing on the sofa.
He’s topless. One arm is thrown over his forehead, and it’s as though a kind of halo surrounds him.
His muscles should be softer and less defined in relaxation.
But they remain hard and ridged, from the broad shoulders to the thick chest and tight abs.
My eyes roam over his body shamelessly, etching the masculine perfection into my brain.
The gray sweatpants drape over his crotch, creating an even more obvious outline of his cock. From the position of the shadows, he’s sporting an erection. It’s thicker and longer. Hot sparks run through me, and I bite my lip to contain a low moan welling in my throat.
My mouth waters as delicious shivers run through me. I want to suck the cockhead into my mouth and see how it feels. I want the taste of him on my tongue.
What’s wrong with me? I don’t understand where this urge is coming from, but I feel like I’ll die if I don’t have him in my mouth. I crave it like air. The ache between my legs intensifies, and my fingers twitch with the need to touch him.
I tiptoe toward him, my legs trembling. Anticipation and need course through me. His chest rises and falls, his mouth relaxed and malleable. He called me beautiful, but he’s the beauty.
I want to wake him up with my mouth. But not with something as clichéd as a kiss. I want to pull his cock into my mouth, then run my tongue over the head. And when he opens his eyes, I want to have my way with him. Ease the painful ache building inside me.
I put a hand on the back of the sofa and lean over Josh.
This position makes me feel powerful and naughty.
He looks so innocent in sleep, his impossibly long and thick lashes lying demurely just above those high cheekbones.
My fingers long to trace every line on his body, from the strong column of his neck to the collarbones and pecs and the defined section of his abs.
Biting my lip, I lower my trembling hand until it hovers over his waistband. His body generates so much heat. I slide a single finger under and pull it down with a slow, delicate touch. He isn’t wearing underwear.
His cock springs up, as though relieved it’s been liberated from confinement. The sight is even more impressive than I imagined. Thick veins line an impossibly thick and long shaft. The head is perfectly plum-shaped, and dark purple from so much blood pooling there. The tip drips with precum.
I grip him, and it’s so thick there’s a good inch of space remaining between my fingertips and my thumb. The veins pulse against my palm, and I feel it all the way to my slick flesh.
Josh’s eyes open to narrow slits. “Klein?” he rasps, his voice rough with sleep. “What—”
“Shh…” I put a finger over his mouth.
He shuts up. To reward him, I pump him slowly, earning a deep, throaty groan that makes my toes curl. I grin. I love it that I can affect him like this. I love it that the musky scent of him is growing stronger with excitement.
My hair falls over my shoulders. He tunnels his large hand into my curls to keep them out of my face.
Heat flares in his eyes, now fully open, as he looks up at me, then licks the finger I have on his mouth.
The touch sends shivers racing down my back and ending in my clit.
A moan wells in my chest. I lean down and wrap my lips around his cock to contain the sound.
“Fuck. Klein…”
His voice is raw with desire. Every muscle in his body tenses, then begins to shake.
The tip of my tongue flicks over his opening.
Salt and something uniquely Josh flood my mouth.
I hum softly, enjoying the flavor, then bob my head shallowly.
He’s so big, my mouth is stretched to its limit.
It’s tough to move much without scraping him with my teeth.
But he rewards my effort with pants and groans.
His pelvis jerks whenever he can’t stop himself from moving and seeks more of what I can give him.
I feel powerful and sexy—something I’ve never felt before.
I wrap both of my hands around him, but there’s still more left.
I pump while sucking him like he’s my favorite lollipop.
Although my jaw starts to ache a little, I could do this forever as long as he moans my name like I’m the only woman for him, like now.
“Klein, oh shit, baby—”
I pull him in deeper, and he lets out a strangled sound.
His hips come off the sofa, and his cock spasms. Hot cum coats my mouth like warm caramel.
I swallow, feeling dirty and sexy. This is the first orgasm I’ve given him.
A dark flush colors his gorgeous face as it twists with pleasure.
His teeth dig into his lip. He clenches his hands into fists, and every muscle in his body bulges.
His chest doesn’t rise or fall anymore—as though he’s holding his breath and trying to prolong the moment.
I flick my tongue under his cockhead, then smile when he trembles in response. My heart flutters at seeing him lost in pleasure I just gave him, and emotions I can’t identify swell.
“Klein, am I dreaming?” he murmurs, his eyes dazed.
I laugh softly. “No. You’re not. And now that I’ve woken you up, Sleeping Beauty, I’m about to have my way with you again.” Then I swing around, swing astride and fit my pussy right over his cock.